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oh, God…, Xander"s hips
started flexing without his permission, and he tried to press his ass hard
into the bed so he didn"t do that, but Chris just kept sucking, and pulling,
his hand becoming slick with the spit Chris let slide and with Xander"s
pre-come which leaked down around the head. Xander tightened his grip
on Chris"s prick, which was so thick that Xander"s long-fingered hand
could wrap around it, but probably nobody else"s. He released quickly,
afraid he"d hurt with his long-fingered touch, but Chris groaned and
thrust his cock into Xan"s grip. Xander forgot about being worried and
started concentrating on what to do to make him move harder, go faster.
Chris wanted him, wanted his touch, wanted to come in his hand.
Oh Holy God! Chris was cupping his balls now, with his free hand,
and the feeling was… was….
“Christian!” He wasn"t even shouting a warning, he was just
begging, pleading, thanking Christ! As he spilled, spilled into Chris"s
gulping mouth, and as soon as the first burst hit Chris"s mouth, the thing
in his hand gave a big throb and spilled hot come all over his fist.
Neither of them could stop coming. They twitched, they shuddered,
they came and came until finally Chris shoved reluctantly at Xander"s
hand at the same time Xander reached down to Chris"s shoulder to make
him stop. Sensitive, tender, and Xander stopped immediately and so did
Chris, and in a moment, Chris"s head was up, resting on Xan"s sweaty
shoulder.
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Chris grunted then, and opened his window, because the upstairs
was stuffy, even with the A/C, and some more of that warm valley air
rushed in over them, tainted, thank heavens, with the coolness of dawn.
“Come back,” Xander complained, feeling piteous, because they
were both used to sweating, and he didn"t care how hot it was. He
wanted Chris"s touch on his body as he lay there, replete and amazed.
Chris did, laying his head on Xander"s shoulder and rolling into
him, touching lips in an openmouthed, languidly passionate kiss.
Xander fell into it without protest. Chris tasted like Chris—like
sunshine and cookies—but now he also tasted dark and bitter, like
Xander, and the result was powerful and good. Xander tried to
surreptitiously wipe his hand on Chris"s sheet as Chris deepened the kiss,
though, and Chris backed up with a grin.
“You think? Really?” he chided, and then he pulled Xander"s hand
up around his shoulders and started suckling on Xander"s fingers, one at
a time, and at the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, and at the
sticky palm, and Xander groaned because, dammit, he was getting hard
all over again.
“Oh God, Chris!” he complained, and Chris popped his index
finger from a pouty, swollen, come-glazed mouth and looked at him with
pure sin in his well-dark eyes.
“You ready to go again?” he asked breathlessly, and Xander
chuckled, helpless, as always, before that boundless enthusiasm.
“Thinking so!” Xander muttered, and Chris grinned and turned in
his arms, kissing his shoulder, and then his neck, and then his chest. His
mouth closed on one of Xander"s dark pink nipples, and Xander"s cock
woke up and screamed like sex had just been invented and he was pissed
at being left out.
Chris chuckled then, and kept suckling until Xander—still wet and
sticking from just spending in Chris"s mouth—writhed and groaned on
the bed.
“You want to come again?” Chris asked wickedly, and Xander
whimpered. Honest to God whimpered. “You do? C"mon, Xander.
We"ve been waiting to do this for actual years. Let me hear it!”
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“I want to come again!” Xander confessed, as Chris drew a wicked
fingertip from his belly button to his erection.
“Good,” Chris said, chuckling. “Because I"ve been studying up,
and I"ve got a whole different way to make you scream.”
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What a Long Strange Trip
BY THE time Chris"s parents returned that week, Xander and
started flexing without his permission, and he tried to press his ass hard
into the bed so he didn"t do that, but Chris just kept sucking, and pulling,
his hand becoming slick with the spit Chris let slide and with Xander"s
pre-come which leaked down around the head. Xander tightened his grip
on Chris"s prick, which was so thick that Xander"s long-fingered hand
could wrap around it, but probably nobody else"s. He released quickly,
afraid he"d hurt with his long-fingered touch, but Chris groaned and
thrust his cock into Xan"s grip. Xander forgot about being worried and
started concentrating on what to do to make him move harder, go faster.
Chris wanted him, wanted his touch, wanted to come in his hand.
Oh Holy God! Chris was cupping his balls now, with his free hand,
and the feeling was… was….
“Christian!” He wasn"t even shouting a warning, he was just
begging, pleading, thanking Christ! As he spilled, spilled into Chris"s
gulping mouth, and as soon as the first burst hit Chris"s mouth, the thing
in his hand gave a big throb and spilled hot come all over his fist.
Neither of them could stop coming. They twitched, they shuddered,
they came and came until finally Chris shoved reluctantly at Xander"s
hand at the same time Xander reached down to Chris"s shoulder to make
him stop. Sensitive, tender, and Xander stopped immediately and so did
Chris, and in a moment, Chris"s head was up, resting on Xan"s sweaty
shoulder.
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Chris grunted then, and opened his window, because the upstairs
was stuffy, even with the A/C, and some more of that warm valley air
rushed in over them, tainted, thank heavens, with the coolness of dawn.
“Come back,” Xander complained, feeling piteous, because they
were both used to sweating, and he didn"t care how hot it was. He
wanted Chris"s touch on his body as he lay there, replete and amazed.
Chris did, laying his head on Xander"s shoulder and rolling into
him, touching lips in an openmouthed, languidly passionate kiss.
Xander fell into it without protest. Chris tasted like Chris—like
sunshine and cookies—but now he also tasted dark and bitter, like
Xander, and the result was powerful and good. Xander tried to
surreptitiously wipe his hand on Chris"s sheet as Chris deepened the kiss,
though, and Chris backed up with a grin.
“You think? Really?” he chided, and then he pulled Xander"s hand
up around his shoulders and started suckling on Xander"s fingers, one at
a time, and at the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, and at the
sticky palm, and Xander groaned because, dammit, he was getting hard
all over again.
“Oh God, Chris!” he complained, and Chris popped his index
finger from a pouty, swollen, come-glazed mouth and looked at him with
pure sin in his well-dark eyes.
“You ready to go again?” he asked breathlessly, and Xander
chuckled, helpless, as always, before that boundless enthusiasm.
“Thinking so!” Xander muttered, and Chris grinned and turned in
his arms, kissing his shoulder, and then his neck, and then his chest. His
mouth closed on one of Xander"s dark pink nipples, and Xander"s cock
woke up and screamed like sex had just been invented and he was pissed
at being left out.
Chris chuckled then, and kept suckling until Xander—still wet and
sticking from just spending in Chris"s mouth—writhed and groaned on
the bed.
“You want to come again?” Chris asked wickedly, and Xander
whimpered. Honest to God whimpered. “You do? C"mon, Xander.
We"ve been waiting to do this for actual years. Let me hear it!”
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“I want to come again!” Xander confessed, as Chris drew a wicked
fingertip from his belly button to his erection.
“Good,” Chris said, chuckling. “Because I"ve been studying up,
and I"ve got a whole different way to make you scream.”
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What a Long Strange Trip
BY THE time Chris"s parents returned that week, Xander and
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