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had time, Ash wouldn’t mind seeing how much he could tease Elliot by fingering him, milking his prostate and watching the boy come undone. This, however, was not that night.
    When Ash shot up to cover Elliot, their chests sliding with sweat and Elliot’s cock dragging pre-come across Ash’s abdomen, Elliot loosed a sigh and a whisper.
    “Oh thank god, yes.”
    The last word hissed out as Ash breached him, and they began to move in time with each other, taking it slow when Elliot’s grimace was clearly pained. Ash kept his thrusts more a rocking motion than ins and outs to avoid the slap of skin, and Elliot hooked his legs around Ash’s waist, arms locked around his neck as he held on.
    The fire that had banked while they’d dealt with the logistics of sex roared to life again, and Ash found himself staring into Elliot’s eyes as they stayed nose to nose, joined in an intimacy Ash had never intended. Instead of being freaked out, Ash was soothed by it. If forced to tell the truth, he was scared by what had transpired in the city and all the blackness on their drive up. The connection with someone reassured him he wasn’t helpless. He wasn’t thinking about it in words like adaptation and survival. It was a feeling, one that had started out lost and unanchored, and holy shit , but in this moment was eclipsed by humanity and need and instinct. If Elliot felt better seeking comfort from him in a time like this, Ash wouldn’t judge himself for wanting it, too. No, not wanting. Needing.
    “Close,” Elliot murmured, their lips brushing incidental to their writhing in each other’s arms.
    Ash sped up his rocking, ignoring the protest of his knees on the hardwood through the inadequate sleeping bag. The slide of Elliot’s dick against his sweaty stomach made Ash want to stroke him, but when he backed off enough to get a hand between them, Elliot clamped his arms and legs tighter and shook his head, eyes widening with a plea to stay right where he was. If that friction was enough for Elliot, Ash was happy to concentrate on the rest of the sensations between them.
    Changing his hip rocking to a more circular motion, they both gasped, which Ash turned into a sloppy, tongue-warring kiss. Elliot groaned into his mouth, and Ash held his head still while he swallowed the sound, hoping it wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone. The grip and catch of skin between them went slick as Elliot’s orgasm pumped over both their torsos, and Ash had to fight voicing his own moan. He couldn’t maintain the kiss anymore, opening his mouth in a wide O as his balls furled up and heaved their pleasure through every nerve in his body and out through his cock, turning him inside out. His hearing shorted into a muffled whine and all he could do was hold on and let the ticks and flinches of aftershock roll over him while he tried to control his breathing.
    Elliot scrabbled at his back, digging his fingers into the taut muscles to keep Ash over him, on him, inside him as long as possible. Eventually, though, Elliot needed to breathe, and Ash’s aching knees and elbows demanded relief. He rolled to the side, keeping in contact with Elliot’s sweaty skin. His partner looked different without his glasses. Softer somehow, though that could be more his sweaty, mussed hair and the sated look on his face in the dim glow of the candle.
    But as was inevitable, reality came clattering back with the lack of sound anywhere in the house: no fans blowing, no tick of appliances or glow of a digital clock on the DVD player in the TV stand under the window. Ash felt naked in the cool air, and more than physically. Trying to recapture that comfort, that connection, he rose to his elbow and leaned down to kiss Elliot once more, this time sweetly, a way to say he’d also needed to feel good, to forget the fear, if only for a little while.
    “I’m going to get something to clean us up,” he murmured, rising to walk into the kitchen. He tore a paper towel from the