Page 112 of Refraction

He imagined that Tucker understood, because the touches came, again and again and again, the bristles exploring him, sensitizing his nerves.

He followed each brush with his mind as it stroked him, over muscle and across bone, until suddenly everything swirled tight and into sharp focus. He wanted to see. Needed to. “Tiger, get a mirror now? Please? I won’t move. I promise.”

“You’ve got it, honey.” Tucker stood and headed for the ladder, cock hard and curved up against his flat belly. He watched as long as he could without twisting and messing with the paint on his skin. God, he couldn’t make his lover any hotter if he set Tucker on fire.

He’d had lots of affairs, weekend flings, dated a few times back in New York. There was a reason he and Timmy set up that texting rule and that he got tested frequently. He liked variety, and he frequently had questionable judgment in men. The concept of commitment just didn’t seem to fit him. He was having fun.

And then this Texan appeared out of the gray and snowy sky one afternoon—so foreign, adventurous, and complicated—and he’d never wanted another man since.

Now he was here, with a man that gave him anything he asked for, that needed him, wanted him, and loved him, warts and all.

“Okay, honey. I got the mirror. Where do you want it?”

“Um. Come around over here.” He directed Tucker until the mirror was in just the right place for him to get a good look down the length of his back. “Right there. Just hold… oh, wow.”

It took a minute to take it in, to understand that it was his body he was seeing. The light seemed to pour from him, the hints of clouds and shadows only there to frame the beams of fire and sun.

“You’re…. Tiger, look at that. I’m radiant! You’re amazing. This is amazing.” It was a kind of beautiful he never dreamed he could be.

“This is fun. Your skin loves the paint, and I love the sounds you make.”

“It is fun. And it’shot. I love it, and I really look beautiful. Come down here and kiss me.”

“Anytime.” Tucker knelt down in this effortless fucking plank, then eased down to take his lips.

He ran his fingers along that lovely scruff on his lover’s chin, but Tucker’s kiss burned right into him, and the low, steady little flame he’d been happily enjoying flared suddenly like kerosene on hot embers. He reached farther and grabbed the back of Tucker’s neck, tugging hard. Tucker surged forward, pushing a happy cry into his mouth. Felt good, knowing he wasn’t alone.

He rolled onto his side, hoping he didn’t make too much of a mess of all of Tucker’s work, but he needed more contact. “Love you.”

“Love.” Tucker grabbed him with paint-wet hands, fingers dragging over his skin in fits and starts.

God. Tucker could paint him again, right? He rolled onto his back and encouraged Tucker to move over him. Those slippery fingers just made him ache more.

Tucker laughed, the look on his face this pure joy. “You get it.”

Then Tucker was sliding against him, teeth sharp on his bottom lip.

“Uh-huh.” Calvin nodded. He got it, and he liked it. Tucker was completely electric, buzzing with passionate energy on a lot of levels. He moved his hands over Tucker’s shoulders and down that broad, strong back. “Need you.”

“Ditto.” Tucker’s muscles worked under his hands, bunching and rolling as Tucker rocked them together. “You got me.”

Jesus, that was sweet. He hooked his heels behind Tucker’s thighs and rocked his hips up, hungry and wanting more. Tucker’s cock slid against his, the slick drops easing the friction, and every fucking thrust just pushed them higher.

He was making wild sounds, he knew. Little grunts and moans he didn’t bother to try to control. But what was building in him was more than just a delicious spiral toward orgasm. There was a joy that seemed to border on insanity filling his chest, pushing itself upward, and finally just had to escape. He caught Tucker’s brilliant blue eyes and started laughing again, long and loud, and everything around him turned colorful as he imagined sunshine on the ceiling and an ocean of blues and purples on the walls.

“Yes.” Calvin wasn’t sure what Tucker was agreeing to, but that single word held all the happiness in the world, and it was focused on him, laser sharp and perfect.

“It’s good, right? Oh God.” Calvin gasped and drew one knee up higher, taking advantage of whatever shift Tucker’s hips had just made. He loved this. That moment with his lover when they were torn betweenoh please let this last foreverandfuck I want it so bad. “Tucker!”

“Uhn.” The tilt made Tucker jerk, hips losing their rhythm, Tucker driving against him. He looped his arms around Tucker’s shoulders and hung on, unable to do much more than struggle for air, pinned under Tucker’s bulk. “Come on. Need to feel you.”

Tucker arched, and Calvin swore he could feel the heavy cock against his get just that much harder.

“Fuck, Tucker. I just… a little….” He closed his eyes against all the lovely colors that were distracting him, and instantly his focus shifted right where Tucker had in mind. For a second he was lost to the heat and the scent of them, and then his hips rolled, his back bowed, and he lit up from the inside, shuddering as he came.

“Fuck yes!” Tucker’s seed sprayed against him, like all he’d been waiting for was Calvin, the happy, needy sounds wild where they fell.

Calvin leaned up and kissed Tucker, hard but quick, and grinned at him. “Fuck, yeah.”

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