Page 200 of Lone Star

“Breathe,” Tenny said, arms around him again. He tucked his hips in behind Reese’s, and nudged him forward. Nudged Reese into Stephanie. “Breathe, and fuck her.”

It was an ancient rhythm; instinctual as breathing or swallowing. Once he was inside her, he didn’t need to be told how to move; his body just knew. But Tenny helped him move, anyway; gripped his hips, urged him forward and back, faster and faster. His erection slid against the cleft of Reese’s ass, and he could feel Tenny’s breath, harsh and damp, against the back of his neck, ruffling his hair.

Stephanie moaned, and swore, rocking back into him, gripping him so tight.

Tenny’s hand slid down to where Reese was joined with her, sliding through the wetness there, touching the base of Reese’s cock, and then touching a place on Stephanie that made her scream, and convulse. Her inner muscles rippled, and Reese was whiting out again, coming again, his teeth gritted and his back bowed.

Tenny bit his neck again, harder. “Oh, good boy, good boy. Beautiful. That was brilliant.” Petted his belly and his chest; thumbed his nipples, lingeringly, the way he had Stephanie’s.

Reese was still shuddering when Tenny pulled him back; his spent cock slid out of Stephanie with a gross sound, and he was sore, now, and exhausted, and a little bit ashamed.

But satisfied. Oh, was he satisfied, and it wasn’t a slippery feeling, no, not anymore.

Tenny turned him around, gentle again, and his cock was soft, now, too; he’d come as well. He scraped Reese’s sweat-damp hair back from his face and kissed him once, slow and sweet. Reese was too overcome to respond at all, but Tenny was smiling when he pulled back. “Well done.” He dropped another kiss on Reese’s forehead, and then removed his condom for him.

Reese stood, digging his toes into the carpet, not sure how to feel about anything.

Beyond deeply, guiltily satisfied.

He watched Tenny tied little knots in the condoms and throw them in the waste basket. Go into the bathroom and come back out with two damp, clean cloths. He took one to Stephanie, who sat up and thanked him casually, like they hadn’t all just – done that. The other Tenny brought to Reese, and wiped him down; the sweat on his chest and stomach and the semen from his spent cock.

He used the same cloth to wipe himself.

“Well, boys, this was fun.” Stephanie stood and stepped back into her dress; pulled it back up her body and zipped it with far less fanfare than she had while undressing. “We should do it again.”

She leaned in to kiss Tenny – but he turned his head and she hesitated a moment before kissing his cheek, fast and chaste. She turned a smile to Reese. “You were great, honey. Glad I could pop your cherry for you.” She blew him a kiss, grabbed her bag off the dresser, and left, the door clicking shut behind her.

Tenny took the cloths back to the bathroom. When he returned, he looked almost…well, almost meek, but that was so unlike him that Reese thought he must be imagining things.

“You look asleep on your feet,” he said, bending to retrieve his clothes. “You should lie down.”

But Reese stayed standing, toes still twitching in the carpet, while Tenny redressed, jacket draped over one arm. He wouldn’t meet Reese’s gaze.

“Now you’re not a virgin,” Tenny said. “We’ll practice some more. Have you seen Boomer and those other dumb sods? You’ll be a hit with the groupies. Well. Goodnight–”

Reese caught his arm as he started to turn. Pulled him back.

Tenny finally lifted his gaze, and there was no mistaking the guilt in his eyes, the lowered brows, the knitted lines across his forehead.

“I’m not angry,” Reese said, and the brows jumped up, once.

“Oh. Well. That’s good, I guess.”

“Why are you being this way?”

“What way?”

“Not smooth.”

Tenny cracked a humorless grin. “Little shagged out, I guess. I’ll be back at it tomorrow.” He rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand.

He was troubled, and Reese wanted to fix that, because he really didn’t hate him, and all of their rivalry had been really, really stupid, and he’d never felt so mellow and at-ease as he did now. He’d wanted to ask, when he’d first walked in and found Ten and Stephanie in his room, what the meaning of this was. Had wanted to bristle and fuss and reprimand Tenny for invading his personal space.

But he could see now that it had been a kindness. Something well-intentioned. Something shared. Reese had been made vulnerable, but Tenny had been vulnerable, too.

He didn’t have to second-guess any of his instincts in this moment.

“Thank you,” he said. Tenny’s brows went up and stayed there. “Thank you for showing me how to have fun. It was. Fun. I like it.” Tenny stared. “You’re a very good kisser.”

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