Page 46 of Refraction

After a couple of heated, heavy breaths, Calvin tore the foil wrapper with his teeth and held it out to him. “Please, baby.”

“Uh-huh.” Again, his pleasure. Tucker managed to get his fingers slick, used two to give Calvin pressure.

“Yes.” Calvin’s slim hips rolled against his slippery fingers, begging and impatient, taking in what he offered. “More. More, Tucker.”

“All of me,” he muttered, smoothing the condom on with trembling fingers. He’d feel like an awkward dipshit, except Calvin was watching him and nodding, drawing him closer.

“Everything. Every bit. Want you to make me scream, I want to hurt tomorrow.” Calvin was pulling on him, fingers scrabbling for anything in reach.

He grabbed ahold of Calvin’s hips, spreading Calvin with his thumbs as he pushed inside, driving with a single smooth stroke that liked to rip his good sense from him.

The reaction he might have expected from Calvin, a cry loud enough to shake the rafters and echo in the studio, was displaced by a low, satisfied grunt and a picture so much more visceral and beautiful.

Calvin’s brow furrowed, his mouth opened in a silent, wordless offering, and every muscle was taut and straining. Calvin’s collarbones stood out as if they were reaching for something themselves, and those green eyes were open but unfocused.

Tucker longed to know what his lover was seeing.

He gritted his teeth and set to moving, his body making promises that his soul backed up with interest. “I got you.”

Simple but true, and he proved it with every thrust, feasting on Calvin’s pleasure like it was the best fucking drug.

He sank deeper than ink on paper.

Calvin’s eyes found his and anchored there, narrowing hotly, breathing with him, until suddenly there was friction, and Tucker’s cock dragged against tight muscle as Calvin squeezed around him.

His hips jerked like electricity had shot through him, his grunt echoing in his chest.

It was just a moment, a long, disorienting moment before he was free again. “I’ve got you too, lover.” Calvin laughed darkly and his lips parted, looking for a kiss.

He balanced on one arm and grabbed Calvin up, adding his strength to the mix. They smashed their lips together, the buzz and drag enough to burn.

“Mmm.” Calvin’s legs wrapped around his hips, using the leverage to rock into his thrusts. “Fuck, it’s good, Tucker.”

“Better than.” He was thinking necessary, all the way, everything in him driving to send his lover over the edge.

Calvin nodded and hooked an arm around Tucker’s shoulders. “Better. Mo-more.” His eyes slid closed, and Tucker felt him shudder. “Oh God.”

“Yes.” His eyelids got heavy, and he kept everything right there, sure, steady, the music in his head driving him.

“Tucker!” Calvin pulled their foreheads together, panting hot air across his cheek. “You’re… right? Yeah. I’m… oh fuck. Fuck!” Calvin bucked up against him, going heavy in Tucker’s supporting arm, and shot across his belly.

Yeah. He was. Right. And fuck. And all the other words that were dissolving in the liquid fire that was his brain. He thrust in a few more times, losing the music at the end and just humping into the most perfect heat on earth before his balls gave it up, leaving him shaking and aching in the best way.

Calvin kissed him gently, slowly, leaving room for breathing and whispers and time for searching each other’s eyes. Tucker kept them joined until neither one of them could stand it another second. Calvin whimpered and shivered, and Tucker finally slipped away reluctantly.

When he returned, Calvin was sitting up on one elbow and extended an arm, beckoning him back to bed.

“Mmm. Yeah.” He sighed and snuggled in, pulling the heavy comforter around them. Calvin settled right against his chest.

“I have to figure out who I need to thank for sticking you, a Texan hotter than the surface of the sun, on a New York City staircase in the snow.” Calvin chuckled and drew a line with light fingers from Tucker’s shoulder to his hip.

“Marge. She wanted me to come for this opening, and I wanted to see the library.”

“She must be my guardian angel.” Calvin caught his earlobe between lip-covered teeth and then kissed his neck. “That was perfect, Tucker. You are perfect.”

“I’m so glad to see you, honey. I missed your face.” The other parts too, but the face was paramount.

“I wanted to text you, like every break I got. But I didn’t want to interrupt your work. And honestly, I’m… I’m not so sure I know where the boundaries are. It was weird being back in the real world.”

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