Page 76 of Refraction

He groaned and straightened, picked Calvin up and carried him back to the big bedroom. Tucker wanted to christen his bed, love Calvin in his room.

“Oh! Tiger.” Calvin held on, covering his neck with kisses. “I love you.”

“Good. Good. This is the bed. I want you.” He thought all those words strung together made sense.

Calvin’s clothing disappeared almost as quickly as he could put his lover down, and forceful fingers took him by the chin. “I want to see those…. Oh God. Your eyes.”

He tore at his belt, his jeans, wanting to feel their skin together, their bodies touching, skin on skin. He never looked away from Calvin; he was caught.

“I’m right here.” Calvin’s hands pushed under his T-shirt and stroked his chest. “Right here.”

“We’re real.” He gave up on his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, drawing Calvin onto his lap so he could kiss and touch and hold on tight.

“Yeah.” Calvin lifted his shirt, helping him get it off, and then started in more gently on his belt. “Whatever you need, baby. And then we can rest. Talk. Make it new.”

“Uh-huh.” Tucker explored the curve of Calvin’s throat, the way his collarbones called to him.

Buckle, button, fly, and then Calvin was tugging at his jeans, the fabric dragging against his hips.

He moaned as he lifted up, Calvin helping his cock pop free of his clothes. “Oh. Oh, fuck.”

“Look at you.” Calvin’s fingers found him, sliding gingerly down his shaft to cup his balls.

His legs were caught by his jeans, the material digging into his thighs as he started to spread.

Calvin slid to his knees beside him and took time fussing with his boots. “So high maintenance, all this cowboy clothing,” he teased.

“I know. No wonder I work naked.”

“Hell, it’s warm enough down here I may never need to wear anything at all, ever.” Tucker caught the flash of a naughty smile as Calvin dragged his jeans, briefs, socks and all right off.

“I can live with that, honey. I swear to God. C’mere.” He wanted another kiss, wanted to feel Calvin’s skin against his.

Calvin climbed back up him and shouldered him backward on the bed. “Here.” Calvin’s lips hovered over his.

“Yes.” He pulled Calvin down to cover him, needing to feel the full weight of his lover on him.

“Mmm.” Calvin kissed him, the connection deep and slow, and rocked a hip against him. They fit together like tongue in groove, cocks slipping together and leaving him breathless. “Okay, tiger. Let’s make you happy.” In one smooth motion, Calvin slipped down his body and swallowed him whole.

“Calvin!” His shout was echoed in the way he arched, his entire body going tight and hard.

“Mmm.” Calvin hummed in response, tongue scraping along his shaft and letting the head of his prick rub against Calvin’s soft palate.

Tucker’s eyes rolled back in his head and he fought to breathe, his entire universe tightening down to the tip of his cock.

Calvin caught his balls up in one hand and rolled them, swallowing around him before giving them a quick, sharp tug.

He bared his teeth and rolled his hips up, Calvin’s name tearing from him like a prayer as he shook. Fuck. Fuck, so close.

Calvin shifted and released him to circle a hot tongue around the head of his prick. Fingers tightened around his shaft and stroked him. When Calvin took him in again, hand and mouth were working together, each stroke followed by a sweep of Calvin’s tongue.

“Gonna. Honey, I’m fixin’ to.”

“Mmm.” Calvin gave him a hum, lowered his chin and took Tucker into his throat.

That was all she wrote. Tucker’s head slammed back, and he shot so hard his head spun.

Calvin swallowing made him shiver, and Calvin followed that with kisses and nibbles up over his belly and into the curls on his chest.

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