Page 29 of Refraction

Calvin grinned. He didn’t have anything sinister planned, but he liked that Tucker sounded a little uneasy. He loved the image of binding Tucker’s arms back with it, the turquoise standing out against tan skin, but he didn’t think they were ready for that. “All right, tiger. You want to touch? All you have to do is ask. Nicely.”

Tucker chuckled softly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I totally want to touch. Nuzzle too. Lick a little. Let me? I’ll make sure you aren’t left wanting.”

He grinned, missing that little bit of power Tucker just stole back from him. But he had another play. He set Tucker’s belt aside and knelt down behind him, straddling Tucker’s calves, his chest close enough to share heat but not touching.

Then Calvin combed gentle fingers through Tucker’s hair, lifted it off his neck and kissed his nape. “I should have done what I wanted to with your belt,” he whispered. “I will, one day.”

“You’re cheating now. I asked nice.” Tucker’s words were husky, mostly lost in his moan. It was the shiver, though, that made Calvin ache, the way his words made Tucker tremble.

Fuck, he wanted to touch so bad. But he had a goal now, and making himself wait was almost as hot as making Tucker squirm. “You didn’t say the magic word.”

“Is thatpleaseorabracadabra, honey?” Tucker reached back, fingers reaching for him. “You make me dizzy, I swear to God.”

He laughed softly, because from someone else that would have been sarcasm, but from Tucker? It was just a question. He stood again, moving away so Tucker couldn’t make contact. “It’splease, baby. I want to hear you sayplease. You know, break you in the very best way?”

“Please, honey. I want to feel you, touch you so you can feel me. Shit, I want to learn you, all over again.” So giving. The need dripped from Tucker’s drawl like honey, and it wasn’t self-conscious or embarrassed. Just honest and raw.

That was enough. That was everything he needed. He dropped to his knees in front of Tucker. “I’m yours, Tucker. Anything you want.”

Calvin leaned in and kissed him.

Tucker drew him close, crying out into the kiss like Calvin had offered him a gift. One hand went to his belly, the other wrapping around his hip, fingertips barely brushing the lace.

His stomach jumped at the touch, like Tucker’s fingers were carrying an electrical current. His own hands flailed for a second, touching shoulder and chest and one thick bicep, and finally settling on Tucker’s face, stroking that wonderful stubble that after another full day was moving more into beard territory.

“Tucker,” he whispered into his cowboy’s mouth. It was all he could manage just then. The only other thing left to say was “want you.”

“Got me.” Tucker managed to stand, hauling him up on the way without nutting either one of them or falling over, which was a fucking miracle, and then stumbled to the bed. “Softer, huh? Floor’s hard.”

“Oh. Didn’t notice.” Calvin sat on the end of the bed and worked open the top button of Tucker’s jeans. “Fucking Wranglers. Stiff as hell.”

“Uh-huh. These are my good ones.” Tucker bent to remove one boot, but ended up with his face next to Calvin’s cock. Both hands landed on Calvin’s thighs, Tucker’s rough cheek dragging over his lace-covered shaft.

Fuck, Tucker’s whiskers poked right through the fabric, and his happy little half hard-on went nuclear. He groaned and tangled his fingers in Tucker’s dark waves. “Jesus, tiger, that’s….” Something. Was he trying to say something?

His eyes crossed, and he flopped back onto the mattress.

“Uh-huh.” Tucker followed him down, alternating long laps of that hot tongue with the prickly caress of his chin. There was nothing shy about Tucker like this, not a bit of the man’s need hidden away.

All that abandon drove Calvin fucking wild. Almost as wild as that fucking incredible beard. It was so rare and… rare and wonderful. He grinned. That sounded familiar.

Calvin felt the rough fabric of Tucker’s jeans on his thighs and pushed at them ineffectually. “Come on, Tucker, I want to feel you.”

“Uh-huh. God, you make me ache so.” Tucker slid his hands under Calvin’s ass, dragging him up toward that hungry mouth.

Or… that. Whatever, he was easy. He remembered Tucker’s mouth from… fuck, was that only yesterday? It couldn’t have been.

He drew his heels up and planted them on the edge of the bed, using the leverage to lift his hips higher.

Tucker dragged the lace down, enveloping his cock in the same motion, so he went from one sensation against his skin to the other, the air not given the chance to touch him.

He gasped more than once, several times until his lungs were full and he had no choice but to exhale, the breath carried on a sound that seemed completely alien to him. There were only two things happening in the world right now—Tucker’s mouth on him and his desperate need formore. More contact. More heat. More sound. More Tucker.

Tucker sucked him like a starving man, tongue moving against his skin like an eel, quick and wet, but hot and focused on his pleasure.

“Fuck, Tucker!” Whatever Tucker wanted was quickly turning into exactly what he wanted too. He had one hand bunched in the bedding and the other in Tucker’s hair, and he let himself get lost for a while in all of that sensation. The cowboy wasn’t teasing, wasn’t letting him think for one second.

Tucker was barely letting him breathe.

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