Page 10 of Refraction

Because that was classy as all get-out.

Calvin’s laughter rang loud as he stood, bouncing off the high ceiling and filling the room. “I’ve been dizzy since the subway. Maybe since I met you.” He went up on his toes again, begging another kiss, and just like that, the laughter was gone. “Put your hands on me, Texas.”

“Yessir.” That he could do. He started with the curve of Calvin’s shoulder, his thumb finding the end of one collarbone while he cupped the joint, fingers trailing behind. Then he dragged his palm along Calvin’s arm, his right hand coming up to meet the left, and he massaged Calvin’s hand a moment before repeating the caress on the other side.

This time Calvin caught his hand. “No, Tucker. Here.”

Calvin pressed Tucker’s fingers around his shaft, hissing softly. “Get out of your head and into me.”

Oh. Right.“Right here.”

Hot.He weighed the heavy prick, then measured it base to tip before exploring the slit, the slick wetness he found there. He licked his fingers clean, the hint of salt there a tease.

He heard Calvin moan—well, the last part of it for sure—and then whimper softly. “Tucker? Jesus Christ, please don’t… don’t stop.”

Calvin reached out and gripped Tucker hard, giving his cock a few fast strokes. Tucker’s ass clenched tight as his balls drew up.

“I ain’t gonna stop, honey.” He got himself a double handful, squeezing hard enough that Calvin had to feel it.

“Oh!” Now that was an appreciative sound, sorta seemed like it started down in the guy’s soul someplace and just moved on through. Calvin swayed, and his hands flew out and gripped Tucker’s shoulders for balance. “Fuck!”

“Mm-hmm. I got you.”Well, look at that—hot, fine motherfucker.He kept going, tugging and pulling, working the tip with every upstroke. It was damn near like dancing, when you got right down to it.

Calvin’s eyes drifted closed, and his head rolled back on his shoulders. His skin started to pink, rising from his nipples and over his neck, where a blush bloomed across his cheeks. He was enjoying Tucker’s touch, and he sure had some decent stamina, because Tucker’s arm had started to tire by the time Calvin came back to the room.

Calvin stopped his hand and kissed him despite being breathless. “I love your hands.”

Calvin stepped, or more like stumbled, back a step and climbed up onto his bed, throwing off the comforter. Underneath was more white, the sheets showing off the heat in Calvin’s skin.

Tucker followed right along, bowing his head to lick a line along the curve of Calvin’s ass, the dip of the lean waist, smooth belly.

Calvin’s fingers dove into his hair and tangled in it, pulling it back from his face. “The way you move… mmm.” Calvin hummed at him. “Smooth. Like a cat.”

“A cat? Me?” That was a thought, but it made him smile, made him slow down, drag his cheek along Calvin’s ribs. “I’ll take it.”

That earned him a gasp and a shiver. Calvin’s belly rolled, muscles rippling, and Tucker watched as goose bumps blanketed Calvin’s arms. “Your whiskers are a little rough there, tiger.” Calvin laughed; this time the sound was hot and dark. “Do that again.”

He repeated the motion, then swooped down to catch the tip of Calvin’s cock with his chin. He remembered how good that burn felt.

“Oh shit.” Calvin sucked in air, his back arched, and one knee bent out to the side reflexively. “Good, Tucker.”

“Yeah?” He let his cheek drag all the way down Calvin’s curved shaft, inhaling the fine son of a bitch’s rich scent on the way.

Calvin’s abs went hard and tight, and he curled up off the bed for a second before falling back again with a groan. “Ah fuck. Thatfuckingburns.” The hand in Tucker’s hair tightened into a fist.

“Mm-hmm. Feels like heaven, don’t it?” This time he used his tongue to soothe. It would make the next pass all the worse. Better. Whatever.

“Fuck yes. I’ve been wasting my time on clean-shaven men.” Calvin sighed, and the grip in Tucker’s hair relaxed some. “I’m serious.”

Worked for him. He looked along the line of Calvin’s body, and then he slid his chin up again.

“Tuck! Oh God.” The way Calvin tried to tug Tucker’s hair out by the root and the slightly protective way Calvin’s entire body shivered and tried to curl in on itself made it seem like the guy had probably had enough of that. The long moan and the blissed-out look, though? That was actually way more telling.

He kissed the tip of Calvin’s cock, then licked the slit, pushing in with his tongue the barest bit.

“Mmm. Tuck, I… you sh… should….” Calvin’s hips lifted off the bed. “Fuck.”

Well, well. Mr. Smart Comeback had gone all incoherent and shit. Nice.

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