Page 143 of Men in Shorts

Colin drew back, his lips shiny wet and ruddy. “Would this feel evenmoreright in my arse?”

Andrew stared down at him. The first and last time he’d topped Colin—oranyone, for that matter—was mere hours before The Incident. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Nae worries. I’m all sorted inside.” He wrapped his hand around Andrew’s cock. “The only thing missing is this.”

Andrew shuddered with lust, then murmured in the affirmative, having temporarily lost his words. He opened the cupboard above the bed to retrieve the condoms and lube. Then he moved back, surveying his boyfriend’s naked form. Finally he bent forward and took Colin in his mouth, engulfing every stiff, straining inch.

“Och!” Colin’s thighs flexed beneath Andrew’s palms. “Fuck…” The rest of his words blended into a tremulous groan.

As he sucked with long, wet strokes, Andrew slicked up his fingers with the lube. He traced a fingertip between Colin’s cheeks, teasing until Colin whimpered with eagerness. Then he pressed forward.

“God, yes.” Colin tilted his arse to urge Andrew’s finger deeper. “I cannae wait to feel you in me again.”

As he carefully explored every inch he could reach, Andrew recalled how it had felt to move within this magnificent body on that fateful September day. At first he’d needed Colin’s guidance to find the right angle and pressure to avoid awkward, painful jabs. Then there’d been the challenge of maintaining a steady rhythm while holding off orgasm—an orgasm that was fantastic, but frankly not as otherworldly as when he bottomed.

It had all been worth it, though, to experience Colin in that new way, to watch him lose control, his wild aggression replaced by an even wilder surrender.

And he had a grand idea how to make this a night they would never forget.

Colin let out the loudest groan yet. “Fuck, I am so ready for you.” He reached for the condom box. “How do you want me?”

“Just like this.” Andrew inched forward on his knees into position. “So I can see you and hold you. Is that all right?”

“It’s great.” Licking his lips, Colin sheathed Andrew with the silky condom. “I cannae wait to do this in our new place.”

“We’ll need a flat as soundproof as this one,” Andrew said as he applied the lube, “else our neighbors will be driven to banging on the walls to tell us to keep it down.”

“We’ll just bang back and tell them it’s impossible.” Colin reclined again, thighs splayed, hands behind his knees and his face full of trust.

With the utmost care, Andrew entered him, just a bit. The hot, slick yielding was as much a shock tonight as it was the first time. “God…”

Colin’s mouth curved into a dazed smile. He drew in a long, slow breath, and as he let it out, he expanded down below. Andrew felt his cock head slide within, its sensitive ridge gripped tight. He clutched Colin’s thighs, flailing for self-control.

“It’s okay.” Colin rested his feet on Andrew’s shoulders. “We could both do with going slow.”

“Right. Slow.” Spreading his own knees to keep his balance, Andrew reached out to caress the solid, sloping contours of Colin’s torso. He feathered his touch past a fresh maroon bruise, then down over the surgical scars.

Thank you,he told the marks silently.Thank you for keeping this man with me.

Colin looked at Andrew’s hands and gave a crooked smile, as if reading his thoughts. Then he slowly rocked his hips, enveloping a bit more of him with each movement. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Do you feel that?”

“I feel it.” Andrew gazed down at him, letting those pale-green eyes hold him fast.

“I’ll always have you. As long as you want me.”

“I’ll always want you.” He lowered Colin’s legs to the bed, then leaned forward and pressed his cheek to Colin’s chest so he could hear his pounding heart. “I’ll always need you.”

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Colin triedto hold Andrew tightly enough to support him, but not enough to trap him. It was hard to keep his arms from clinging, though, what with the delirium rising in the rest of his body.

“Is this good?” Andrew whispered, pushing deeper inside, filling him with warm, liquid pleasure.

“It’s perfect.” Colin felt guilty—he was meant to be checking Andrew’s status, not the other way around. “How are you?”

“Splendid.” Andrew eased back, his eyes losing focus. “My God…you’re so…oh.” His lashes flickered. “I’m not used to this.”

Colin set his hands upon Andrew’s smooth, slim waist. “It’s okay if you come.”

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