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  But Patrick tugged on him, and he moved up, meeting Patrick’s lips in a hard, needy kiss. He moaned into it, forgetting what he’d been about to do. Patrick surprised Chance by rolling them and pulled back. “You don’t get to have all the fun,” he said, then started down Chance’s body.

  He would have sworn to anyone that, before Patrick, he did not have sensitive nipples. Nor did he get turned on when his belly button was traced by a tongue. And, though he would admit his treasure trail could cause his cock to jump, it was certainly not that much.

  But his nipples hardened insanely, his stomach jumped from the teasing, and his cock, already hard, strained so much the zipper was now cutting into his flesh. Patrick must have kissed every single inch of Chance’s neck, chest, and stomach. Every tiny bit of his skin felt like electricity had passed through it, the nerves responding to the slightest brush of Patrick’s lips.

  And when Patrick opened Chance’s jeans, running his lips over Chance’s cock, the moan he let loose was loud—loud enough that they both froze in the hopes Avery didn’t wake up. Chance slammed his mouth shut and almost missed Patrick’s comment.

  “Red. I like ’em.”

  Chance’s cock twitched, and he felt precum leak at the naked want in Patrick’s eyes. He helped Patrick get his jeans off, but Patrick wasted no time and took his underwear with them. Chance’s cock stood hard and proud, nearly begging for attention, and it jumped when Patrick’s eyes fixed on it.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” Patrick stared for another moment, and Chance nearly missed the next words: “Big without being too big. Fucking perfect.” The muttered words made Chance feel really good.

  Chance’s gaze was locked on Patrick as he moved in, opened his mouth, and dragged his tongue from base to tip. “Oh fuck, Patrick!” he groaned, managing, just barely, to keep it quiet. Patrick continued this torture, running his tongue all over, tasting what felt like every vein and line. When Chance thought he couldn’t take any more, he got the briefest of reprieves when Patrick shifted, but it didn’t last. His cock was swallowed, and he gripped the comforter, nearly biting his lip in two to keep the sounds contained.

  Patrick was not very good, but he certainly made up for any lack of talent with enthusiasm. And the fact that it was Patrick sucking his cock was enough to have him screaming toward orgasm way too fast. He tried to think of something, anything, to get his mind off how fucking amazing Patrick’s mouth felt on him, but he couldn’t manage it and started pulling on Patrick. “Patrick…. Oh God, stop.” He grunted when Patrick swallowed around the tip and finally forced out, “Please!”

  Patrick sat up, and Chance’s eyes fell to the black silk briefs no longer containing most of Patrick’s cock. But then he looked into Patrick’s face and saw fear and red cheeks, and he realized what was wrong—Patrick was probably afraid he’d been awful or done it wrong. He sat up, pulling Patrick in.

  “I’m sorry,” Patrick muttered, but Chance shook his head.

  “Oh hell no, baby,” Chance said, kissing Patrick’s temple. “Just felt too damned good.”

  “Baby?” Patrick asked, and it was Chance’s turn for red cheeks. He couldn’t seem to speak, but Patrick smiled. “I like it.”

  “Yeah?” Chance looked up to see Patrick nodding. “Okay… baby,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss Patrick again. He laid Patrick back and kissed a much shorter, more direct path down Patrick’s body, pausing only long enough to enjoy the feel of the soft hair of Patrick’s trail again. But his patience was waning, and he wanted, badly, to taste the cock teasing him with its peeking. Chance glanced up again, then pulled the briefs off, watching Patrick’s cock swing back and lie against his stomach: hard, wet, and… “Gorgeous,” Chance whispered, staring. It was a little shorter than his, slightly curved, and thick. Chance hoped to hell Patrick would be willing to top at some point because he wanted to feel that inside him, and soon.

  “Wh… what?” Patrick asked, and Chance looked up.

  “Your cock is gorgeous,” he said, then turned back to it. And promptly got lost. Patrick tasted fucking incredible, and Chance did his damnedest to taste every tiny spot, trace every bit, and lick up every drop of precum he could. When he was certain there wasn’t a bit of Patrick’s cock he hadn’t licked, he swallowed it, sucking hard.

  “Holy shit, Chance!” Patrick nearly shouted, and Chance looked up—though he didn’t move off Patrick’s cock—and watched as Patrick scrambled for a pillow.

  Chance thought Patrick was way too coherent and set about taking care of that. He bobbed his head, sucking, swallowing, and running his tongue along the length as he did so. He kept his eyes on Patrick as much as he could, though he was enjoying the act itself as much as he was Patrick’s reactions. It wasn’t until he felt his hair being tugged almost desperately that he realized his eyes had closed and Patrick was trying to get him to stop. He glanced up, and the look on Patrick’s face almost undid him by itself. He did look desperate, the hand not in Chance’s hair braced on the headboard, gripping one slat hard. Chance pulled off, dropping one last light kiss on the tip.

  He moved up along Patrick’s body, settling in for a moment, needing to feel Patrick against him. He caught Patrick’s lips in a kiss and could just taste a hint of himself. It was erotic in its own way, making Chance’s cock twitch against Patrick’s, and he knew if he didn’t do something to distract himself, a few rocks of their hips and he’d be coming all over Patrick’s chest.

  He sat back and tilted his head. “Roll over, baby,” he whispered, and Patrick looked slightly frightened but determined and nodded. Chance leaned over Patrick’s back, pulling some of the black hair aside, and kissed the ear it exposed. “Are you okay?” Patrick nodded, but Chance wasn’t completely satisfied. “You don’t have to….” He paused, frowning. He didn’t know how much Patrick knew, if he’d be familiar with the terms “top” and “bottom” or not.

  “I want to. I want… to feel you. Inside me,” Patrick whispered.

  Chance closed his eyes, his cock twitching hard. Calm down. You’re not a teenager, for fuck’s sake. “Are you sure?”

  Patrick nodded again. “Yes. I want to try it. With you.” The emphasis on the last word gave Chance pause until he realized what Patrick was saying. He’d told Rhys no… because he wanted to with Chance. The power of that settled into Chance, the knowledge that he was Patrick’s first, and with it a bit of the calm he was struggling so hard for.

  He had to be careful or he could ruin bottoming for Patrick—if not forever, for a long time. But he could and would take care. Because he was still hoping they would be together for a very long time. And he didn’t want to give Patrick any cause to hesitate with him.

  Chance could feel the tension in Patrick as he waited for what was coming. After another kiss to Patrick’s cheek, Chance made a trail of them over his shoulder and then down along the edge of the ink. By forcing himself to slow down and focus on relaxing Patrick, he found himself calming too. He knew, as aroused as he was, he would have to fight hard once he was inside. But in the meantime, he could find some small measure of control.

  He worked his way slowly down Patrick’s spine, kissing each vertebra as he went. He felt the tension in Patrick drain by degrees, almost as if the kisses were the gauge. When he got to Patrick’s tailbone, the tension had been replaced with new arousal, almost as much as there’d been before they’d spoken.

  But Chance wasn’t done yet. He kept going, leaving still more kisses over Patrick’s ass, covering each cheek with them until Patrick’s hips were moving. Patrick shifted, pushing his ass back, though Chance was quite sure Patrick didn’t know what, exactly, he wanted so badly.

  He ran his hands over the muscular flesh, then spread the cheeks gently. His eyes fell on the tight muscle guarding Patrick’s entrance, and despite himself, his cock twitched hard, as if to encourage him to forget this ridiculousness and take. Control battled arousal and won, though only barely. Chance closed his eyes for a moment as he wrestled w
ith himself, and finally he felt like he could continue.

  He leaned in again, keeping Patrick’s asscheeks spread, and buried his face in the space. Patrick had obviously spent a good deal of time there while bathing, and Chance could just make out Patrick’s own scent under the smell of the soap. He moaned softly when Patrick arched his back, pushing himself a little more into Chance’s face.

  He loved this, loved giving it, loved the feel and the taste and the reactions. He ran his tongue slowly over the muscle, feeling Patrick’s gasp more than hearing it, and he guessed Patrick had his face buried in the pillow again. He pulled back just a bit, dragging his tongue from taint to tailbone, earning himself a moan this time.

  Then he went back to Patrick’s anus, licking it slowly, tracing it, teasing. He spent an inordinate amount of time just running his tongue over each tiny line and bump until Patrick groaned in frustration. Chance pushed his tongue through the ring then, and Patrick gave a muffled but still loud, “Oh fuck, Chance!”

  He worked the muscle over, fucking Patrick’s ass with his tongue, losing himself once more in the giving of pleasure. It wasn’t until he heard a “More, please” in a near whine that he sat back. He looked around, locating the bottle of lube he’d seen earlier, and snatched it up. He reminded himself that Patrick was brand new to this and closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down once more.

  He coated a finger and ran it over the muscle again. Patrick moaned, and Chance took the encouragement and pushed the tip through. But Patrick was apparently quite relaxed and aroused and pushed himself backward until Chance’s finger was buried. The tight heat made Chance’s eyes cross. “You’re going to feel so good, baby,” he whispered, working his finger around. As aroused as Patrick was, Chance thought he could risk a second finger. He made sure to use plenty of lube and pushed them slowly in.

  Patrick tensed a little, and Chance leaned forward, curling over Patrick’s back, leaving soft kisses over a shoulder and on Patrick’s face. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling Patrick’s ear. “Breathe out.” Patrick did so, and Chance’s fingers slid farther in. “That’s it,” he murmured, working them slowly in and out now. “You feel amazing, baby,” Chance continued. “Can’t wait to fill you.”

  The words seemed to open something in Patrick, because he started rocking against Chance’s fingers. In a few thrusts, they were buried completely, and Chance twisted them, feeling around. If he could just find the right spot, he might be able to make it really good for Patrick. He knew it didn’t work for everyone, but just maybe….

  Sure enough, the tips of his fingers found their target, because Patrick moaned loudly. “Oh fuck, yes!”

  Chance worked it a little more as Patrick rocked against him. Then he pulled his fingers out and added more lube. He threw a rueful glance at the small bottle—it would not last them long, but it would work for the night—then slowly worked his three fingers into Patrick’s ass. Patrick tensed when he was about halfway, and Chance once more leaned in, whispering words of encouragement. “Push against them,” he counseled and waited for Patrick to do so, easing his fingers the rest of the way. When Patrick relaxed again and the muscles gripped him, he had to fight once more for calm.

  He reached around as he started working his fingers and realized Patrick had started to go soft. He stroked Patrick’s cock and aimed for the prostate at the same time, gratified to hear the groan when he succeeded. Patrick’s cock hardened in his hand, and Patrick started rocking again, seeming lost between thrusting into Chance’s hand and riding the fingers.

  Chance did his best to make sure Patrick was as stretched as he could, then sat back one more time. His hands shook a little as he tore at the box, and he almost dropped it twice. Finally he had a single foil square, tore it open, and managed, without further incident, to have his cock covered. As he was coating it in lube, he found himself, for probably the first time in his life, grateful for the reduced sensitivity from the condom.

  He curled over Patrick’s back one more time, kissing another line over one shoulder as he spread more lube around the muscle. Patrick was panting, seemed to be struggling with himself over something, and Chance realized he’d managed to tense up while Chance had been fighting with latex. He kissed Patrick’s cheek, and after making sure his hand was wiped clean of lube, wrapped his arm around Patrick’s waist. “Remember, baby, just relax. Breathe and push against it, okay?”

  Patrick nodded and took a deep breath. Chance lined up, and when the exhale came, he pushed slowly in. It took every ounce of control he had to work his cock carefully into Patrick, because the man just felt too good. He pulled out a little, then pushed farther.

  Finally, he was buried completely, his stomach against Patrick’s ass. And he had to take a moment, because Patrick felt absolutely amazing. It’d been a long time since Chance had been with anyone—a very long time. And even longer since he’d topped.

  But even so, there was something about Patrick, something more that felt downright… extraordinary.

  One more time, he leaned forward, kissing and nuzzling Patrick as he scrabbled around for wits and control. “You feel….” He struggled for a word that would be enough and finally settled on, “Perfect.” Though that even felt weak.

  “So—” Patrick was panting hard, and Chance had a moment to be afraid he’d hurt his lover. But then Patrick continued. “So do you. So good. Oh my… God, I didn’t know it would be this good.”

  The words made Chance feel incredible. Patrick turned his head then, and they managed a kiss. Chance felt something pass through it, something he’d never felt before. And he realized what it was he felt with Patrick that he never had with anyone else. Patrick was home. He was the place, the person Chance could see himself with for the rest of his life. The one he never wanted to be without.

  He closed his eyes and rested his face against Patrick’s, fighting with his emotions. He shouldn’t say it; he should keep his mouth shut. He was going to ruin it; he knew it. But the words didn’t want to be contained, and despite his fear, he whispered them anyway. “I love you.”

  He felt the gasp; then Patrick turned his head and looked into Chance’s eyes. Chance bit his lip, scared to death he’d just ruined everything. But then Patrick smiled, an incredibly gorgeous smile. “I love you too,” he whispered, then caught Chance’s lips in a kiss.

  He loves me. He loves me. The words repeated themselves in Chance’s head, but he couldn’t quite absorb them. When they broke the kiss, he stared at the part of Patrick’s face he could see. “You… do?” he asked.

  Patrick nodded. “Yes. I have for a while. I’ve just….” He dropped his gaze to the bed when he stopped speaking, but Chance understood. Hadn’t he been afraid of saying it too?

  Chance’s eyes closed, and the arm around Patrick tightened briefly. He gave himself another moment, dropped another kiss on Patrick’s shoulder, then started moving.

  And knew in a moment he needed to focus on something, do something, or he’d never last. He reached down and started stroking Patrick’s cock, trying to keep himself centered on his lover. It helped some, but the sounds Patrick let out only made it much more difficult. He dropped his face onto Patrick’s back, struggling for calm, but even with the attention he was paying to Patrick’s cock, it wasn’t enough.

  The only thing he could come up with was to change positions. He pulled out of Patrick, shifted until his lover was facing him, and kissed Patrick hard, pouring everything he could into it. Patrick’s arms came around him, and he returned it, both of them getting thoroughly lost in it. When they broke apart, he lay back and tugged on Patrick’s hand. Patrick climbed up, and Chance braced his cock as Patrick slid down onto it. He watched the dark eyes close, and his free hand flexed on one thigh at the expression.

  Patrick started moving, but it became clear pretty quickly that he was uncomfortable. He seemed a little lost as to what to do, and though Chance tried to thrust to help, it wasn’t enough. Before Patrick could get too embar
rassed—there was already a bit of red in his cheeks—Chance sat up and kissed him, turning them around.

  He laid Patrick back and settled in between Patrick’s legs, pushing back into the amazing body. Patrick lifted his legs higher, and Chance started moving again, losing himself a little. He shifted, hoping to find just the right angle, but he wasn’t having any luck. Instead, he sat up again and wrapped a hand around Patrick’s cock. Once more, he realized he needed to focus on something, anything, to keep himself grounded, because the emotions on top of the amazing feel of Patrick’s body—it was too much. If he wasn’t careful, he’d go off, and he was not ready for that.

  He let go and shifted, trying again to find Patrick’s prostate and, finally, was rewarded with a loud grunt and the dark eyes slamming closed. One of Patrick’s hands flew up to grip the headboard again, and the other went for his cock, but Chance pushed it away and stroked him again. He wanted, needed, to push Patrick off the edge because—despite the attempts to distract himself, despite the condom—he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Patrick’s free hand found Chance’s wrist and gripped it. Chance lifted his hand enough so they could clasp them, and there must have been something about that, the connection, because Chance could have sworn everything seemed a little amplified somehow. Patrick must have felt it, because his hand tightened on the headboard, he threw his head back, his back arched, and he shouted Chance’s name as the cum shot from his body, coating his chest, hitting his chin, and even landing in his hair.

  The sound of his name, the vision in front of him, and the feel of Patrick’s muscles clamping around his cock were too much. Any one of them might have sent him over the edge, but all three together were enough to shove him violently into orgasm. He gritted his teeth hard to hold in the shout of Patrick’s name as the pleasure flew through his body, snaking along his spine and pulling the cum from his balls. He thrust hard one last time, burying himself balls-deep in Patrick’s body and shuddering with the force of his climax.