Page 56 of Doing Life

“Anything you want, honey.” He pressed his lips to Lance’s, and it was as if the world narrowed down to just the two of them. His lips tingled, his skin went hot, and his cock rose so insistent his belly hurt from the pull of it.

He kissed Lance with all the hunger he had pent up in him, hoping he didn’t scare his lover off with it, but not knowing how else to show Lance what he needed.

His cock prodded Lance’s hip, and when they broke for air, Lance struggled to get at his jeans. “Too much cloth, babe. I need to feel all of you.”

“Let me just?—”

“No. I want to.” Lance undid Sloan’s button and zipper, easing it down before skimming his jeans off. Sloan steppedout of them, boots and socks long gone, and he’d left his flip-flops in the front room. Naked, he pulled Lance close again, and he almost shouted his exultation when he felt Lance’s dick hard against his thigh.

Halle-fucking-lujah.

He kissed Lance again, getting them moving to the bed, because his knees were getting unsteady, and he wanted them to be able to stretch out and really touch each other, not worry about balance.

He chuckled. That wounded warrior thing took a lot of the acrobatics out of sex…

“Bed?” Lance asked when the backs of his legs hit it.

“Is that cool?”

“Hell, yes. That way I don’t look like a fool if I fall over.”

Sloan chuckled. “I was just thinking that. Suave, huh?”

“I don’t need suave. I need honest.” Lance reached up to touch his cheek.

He kissed Lance’s fingers. “Honest is my knees won’t hold me much longer. I can’t hardly breathe. You make me crazy.”

“You’re the one, Sloan. You always have been.”

“And I’ll take whatever you have.”

Lance had plenty to give him.

They stretched out together, sinking into the bed that was a little too soft, the sag in the middle forcing them to lean into each other. They cracked up, and that was when Lance started touching him, hands dragging over him, petting and stroking and playing.

They found his hot spots, one after another until he was fixin’ to scream. Lance remembered everything about him, that he liked his ribs touched with a firm caress, his hips with a feather-light touch that sent electricity zipping through him.

The smattering of scars here and there felt new now, different, and he had to gasp, to toss his head and whimper as Lanceexplored him.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. No, it feels like heaven, I swear to God.”

“This is what you need?”

He nodded, because he did. He needed Lance’s curiosity focused on him.

“Good. I need it too. You. I need you. You’re still so strong.” Lance murmured to him, so soft, like they had when they were stealing time and space.

He was tempted to tell Lance to yell the words. He wanted them ringing in the room, loud and proud. “Genetics,” he managed to choke out, the single word not louder than a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It isn’t just genetics. It’s a lot of hard work, you know it.” Lance’s hands found his balls and rolled them, the touch threatening to be too much and somehow not enough all at the same time. It made his eyes cross.

He gasped and jerked, pushing up into Lance’s amazing fingers. Fuck him. Nothing had ever felt so good, because he’d been afraid he was going to lose it.

He was never going to lose this man again, dammit.

“Don’t stop.”

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