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Chuck’s eyes darkened with desire. “You want me to fuck you?”

Tommy nodded.

Chuck grinned, dropping his hands to Tommy’s hips and tugging their bodies together. “Fuck yes,” he said, his grip almost rough. “Put your hands on the wall.”

Tommy complied, placing his hands flat on the tile and arching his back.

Chuck made an appreciative noise. “I’ll be right back.”

Tommy stood there, body tight with anticipation as he heard Chuck shuffling around their room. When he climbed back into the shower he had the bottle of lube, and was already clicking the lid open and coating his fingertips.

Tommy gasped at the first slick, teasing touch over his hole.

“Breathe, T.” Chuck’s whisper was barely audible above the rush of the shower.

He exhaled, and any lingering self-consciousness melted away as a finger pressed inside of him. He couldn’t define the sensation, only that he was full and overwhelmed by just how intimate it felt.

The finger moved, and suddenly any uncertainty faded as Chuck found his prostate. Tommy made a tortured noise, struggling to stay standing as his body lit up from the inside out.

One finger became two, and Tommy rocked his hips back, fucking himself with Chuck’s fingers. He was ready for more,neededmore. “I’m ready, baby,” he rasped as his cock twitched where it hung hard and needy. “Fuck me, please.”

Chuck withdrew his fingers, and Tommy heard the water shut off behind him. He jerked at the soft slap against his ass. “Come on,” Chuck said with a quiet laugh. “Let’s go to bed.”

Tommy barely dried himself with the towel before he staggered over to the bed, throwing himself down on his back with his legs splayed wide, hoping that Chuck got the hint.

Chuck stalked over to the bed, one hand stroking his long cock while he stared down at Tommy.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Tommy sounded as desperate as he felt.

Chuck bit down on his lower lip as his gaze trailed down Tommy’s torso to his hard dick. “Don’t rush me,” he chided, his tone teasing. “I’m enjoying the view.”

Tommy glared up at him. “Fine.” He hugged one knee to his chest, and reached down to tease his hole. Chuck had worked him open with his fingers, leaving him slick with lube and a needy fucking mess, and now he was going to make him wait?Fuck that. Tommy needed something in his ass and he needed itnow.

Of course his fingers were dry, preventing him from fucking himself the way he really wanted to. Above him Chuck made a noise of protest, and the next thing Tommy knew Chuck had climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind him.

Chuck slapped Tommy’s hand out of the way, replacing them with his own slicked fingers. He wasted no time, sliding them in and out until Tommy was begging: “Come on, fuck, please,Chuck.”

CHAPTER20

NOTHING BUT CONVICTION

CHUCK

Chuck could get used to the sound of Tommy panting his name, his voice hitching as Chuck brushed the pad of his finger over his prostate.

“You ready for me?” He bent down and kissed Tommy’s knee, his leg hairs tickling his lips.

Tommy’s eyes were wild as he nodded. “Just take it slow, okay?”

Chuck’s heart clenched at the vulnerability from his friend. He slipped his fingers from Tommy’s body. “Condom?”

Tommy shook his head. “No. Wanna feel you.”

His cock throbbed, want tightening his lower abdomen. “I’ll make it good for you,” Chuck whispered. “And you tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Tommy’s body slumped back onto the bed. Whatever tension he’d been holding seemed to bleed out of him. He beamed up at Chuck. “I trust you.”

Tommy’s eyes were soft as Chuck scooted closer. He grabbed one of Tommy’s muscular thighs and slung it over his elbow, leaving his body beautifully open for him. Gripping the base of his cock, Chuck pressed forward slowly, clenching his jaw as he focused all of his attention on the sensation of Tommy’s tight body around him.

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