Page 85 of Refraction

Tucker groaned, the sound tearing out of his lover, and his shorts were shoved down, his cock slapping hard against his belly.

“Yeah.” He twisted his hips a little to make them fall and kicked them aside, then went after Tucker’s shorts, giving them a tug and letting them slide to the ground on their own.

Tucker reached down, slid one finger across the slit of Calvin’s cock, gathering up the drops Tucker found there before popping that finger in his lips.

Fuck, that was the sexiest thing ever. “Naughty.” He pulled Tucker’s finger away and stuck it in his own mouth, slid his tongue around the tip and past the knuckle before closing his lips around it. “Mmm.”

“Jesus.” Tucker’s eyes rolled, cheeks going bright red. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I swear to God.”

“Thank you.” This wasn’t the time to be humble. He intended to keep Tucker’s attention, drive him out of his mind. He let Tucker’s hand go and went after a nipple instead, sucking and pinching it between his teeth.

“Calvin, fuck!” Tucker’s laugh rang out—husky and happy and wild. “There’s a mattress in the loft. It’s not nasty. Swear.”

“You laugh, but you love it.” A bed sounded like a damn good idea. He slapped Tucker’s ass. “After you, hot stuff.”

“Come on. Up.” Tucker herded him up a crazy ladder, and they were suddenly in a little loft that was nothing but a huge mattress covered with sheets that were stained with paint, but not gross. “Ta-da. Bed.”

“I’m starting to like this paint-splattered bed thing.” He dove into it, rolling onto his back and sitting up on his elbows to have a look around. “It’s cozy, comfy.”

“It is.” Tucker stared at him, the expression on his face joyous, young, just a touch wicked. Then his lover swooped down and grabbed one leg, tongue swirling around the bone of his ankle.

He had to laugh. “Oh my God, I’ve been walking around barefoot. My feet are so gross!” Still, he kind of loved watching, and it tickled in all the right ways.

“I’m not licking your feet, honey.” No, Tucker was heading north, stubble scraping his calf.

Oh. Oh that was…. “That’s nice, Tucker.” Parts of him thought it was a lot more than nice. Goose bumps spread up his thigh, the sensation settling in his groin and making his abs contract reflexively. “Whoa.”

“Mm-hmm.” Oh, evil lover. That expression was naughty as hell as Tucker spread him to get to his inner thigh.

“What are you up to?” Calvin asked coyly, a playful little lilt in his voice. As if he didn’t know. Then again, this was Tucker, anything was possible.

“Loving on you.” That rough cheek scraped his sensitive skin, the zing making his toes curl.

“Oh, oh.” Heaven help him, he did love that burn. He gasped, eyes locked on Tucker. It was getting harder to keep still. “Yeah. Sounds… really good.”

“Mm-hmm.” Tucker bypassed his cock, moving to scrape along his belly, the edge of his ribs.

“Oh, no fair! And that tickles!” He reached for his lover, buried his fingers in Tucker’s thick hair, and flopped back into the mattress. “T-tickles.” Kind of. All that rough felt so sweet too. Just right. His heels slid against the sheets impatiently.

“I like how I can smell you everywhere. It’s deep in my soul.” Tucker’s voice sounded rich with happiness, like he was satisfied to the bone.

He nodded. He’d swear he’d be able to scent Tucker from the far end of a crowded subway car. It was just part of his wiring now. “You’ll know I was here when you’re working. I like that.” He did. He liked that he could be out for a run or lost in that silly maze and still be a comfort and an anchor for Tucker. “Come on up here and let’s stink up these sheets.”

Tucker laughed for him, and while Tucker did come up, he took his sweet time with it, playing and licking and nuzzling like they had nothing but time.

They had all day. All day, all night…. Calvin wasn’t sure he had that much stamina right now, but he was more than willing to find out. “Everything tingles. Toes on up. I swear to God.”

He drew his hands slowly over Tucker’s broad shoulders, running over the landscape of skin like he was reading Braille. Every rise, every hollow of muscle, the prominent knobs of his spine, the outline of his ribs.

“That’s okay. Tingling sounds like being alive, right? Awake?” Tucker hummed and nuzzled into his throat, teeth just barely teasing.

“Awake, yes. Present.” He sighed, happy and relaxed, not a thought in his head that didn’t have to do with this moment. “Together. Aware.”

“Happy.” Tucker found his lips, eyes focused on his as they stared into each other.

“Utterly,” he whispered. “Down deep.” It was the truth. All the other stuff was unimportant as long as he could just have this.Keepthis. He kissed Tucker, slowly and deeply, holding Tucker’s eyes when he could but not needing to, letting Tucker’s sounds and his reactions fill up that same place inside.

They rocked together, slid, both of them lingering on the good spots, laughing when things got too intense.

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