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The hard velvety head filled his mouth. The shaft parted his lips, sliding gently across them. His own cock jerked in its chains, dislodging the cloak and slipping out into open air.

Jace's fingers tightened in his hair. "You suck so good. So sexy like this."

Chad came from the words and the whole night all at once. He pressed down and nipped Jace's fingers, wanting more of his cock. Just as he took it all, Jace came, shuddering and gasping.

"So hot. I couldn't last." Jace eased him off and stroked his face.

"I came, too," Chad confessed.

"Sexy boy." Jace helped him to his feet and took the blindfold off of him. Chad almost missed the comforting blackness. The single candle in the tent seared his eyes and he closed them again.

Jace untied his hands and rubbed them to get the circulation going again. Chad flexed his fingers and them wrapped his arms around Jace's neck and pulled him close for kisses.

"Did you mean what you said to Lord Asshat? About me being your lover?" he asked.

"Yeah." Jace gave him a half-smile and kissed him. "You bet I did." He rubbed Chad's arms. "Let me get the boots and chain off you and get into bed. You're getting all goose pimply."

"That's you making me feel sexy." Chad grinned, pulling the cloak around the rest of him as Jace started freeing his cock.

Jace stood up and dropped the mail on the chest that served as a little table. "Only because you are sexy." He yawned hugely and pulled his watch out of his pouch. "It's almost three. Bedtime for pretty
argr
thralls that give amazing head."

Chad kissed him and slipped between the blankets.

* * * *

The next morning brought fog and a cold gray drizzle that never quite turned to rain. Jace called it a day before breakfast.

"Let's just pack it in. We can spend the rest of the morning in bed. In fact, you stay put and keep it warm."

He was gone about an hour and Chad had fallen back to sleep, lulled by the fuzzy patter of the water. It wasn't rain on a tin roof, but it soothed him anyway.

"We're all packed up. All we have to do is knock the bed apart and take the tent down. I'm chilly."

Jace slid off his boots and wet clothes, toweled off and slid down into the blankets with Chad. Chad snuggled him up, not sure if he wanted to go back to sleep or if he was interested in something more.

Jace was indeed chilled, his skin clammy from working in the cool dampness. Chad held him closer, rubbing his ass, that eminently squeezable ass, which seemed to be the coldest part of him. His cock woke up and took notice of what was in his hands.

"What do you want?" Jace asked, kissing his neck. Chad just looked into those bright blue eyes and tried to decide if this was the right time to ask.

"I want to fuck you," Chad whispered, barely believing he was saying the words.

Jace's eyes got big and a wide smile crossed his face. "Thought you'd never ask, babe. I've been dying for a ride since I saw your cock." He reached over the side and came up with a condom and lube.

"Riding is good," Chad managed, barely keeping from laughing at the music in his head. He didn't want to explain to Jace the phrase "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick" had gotten stuck on repeat.

Jace kissed him and the music turned off as his body woke all the way up. His cock poked against Jace's stomach and Jace's tongue slipped into his mouth, which felt like its second home these days. He never expected a man to like kissing as much as Jace did. Those full, soft lips were made for it, and he was pleased Jace liked to use them.

Jace kissed down his throat to play with his nipples. Chad arched and whimpered under the treatment.

"So sensitive. I could play with these all day just to see if it'd make you come. That's why I got mine pierced, to make 'em more sensitive."

"It's really sexy," Chad said, reaching for one of the rings. Jace hissed a little when he tugged on it. "Sensitive part seems to be working, too."

"All the sensitive parts are working just fine, babe." Jace thrust his own hard cock against Chad's thighs.

"Mine are getting oversensitive." He stroked Jace's cock and watched. Jace rolled him onto his back and kissed him.

Jace reached over for the condom and caught one corner of the package in his teeth. With a wink, he ripped it open and rolled it onto Chad's cock with a flourish. Chad grinned goofily. Jace's move could have been cheesy or sleazy, but it actually looked sexy and fun instead. Lube followed the condom, cool even through the latex.

Jace knelt over him, taking another kiss. Then he tipped Chad's cock straight up and began lowering himself onto it. Chad held his breath as Jace reached the tip and started pressing down. The resistance of Jace's body scared him. Horror stories of penile fractures filled his mind. Then Jace opened around him, taking him in with an almost-audible pop.

Jace slid down slowly, his eyes shut, his mouth open in ragged breaths. Once he was settled, he opened his eyes and looked down at Chad. "Damn."

"Am I hurting?" Chad really hoped not. Jace felt amazing around him, all hot and tight, a slow gentle massage as he clenched and relaxed.

"No. Just been too fucking long with no fucking," Jace said.

Chad laughed and thrust up lightly, not wanting to hurt or dislodge Jace. Jace caught his breath sharply.

"Yeah, more." Jace flexed his thighs and rose up a little. Chad's mind went straight to his balls as Jace rode him with slow, gentle strokes. Nothing existed except the intense blue eyes, the full mouth, the shining silver rings and the tight hot ass around him. He was pretty sure he babbled, but had no idea what his mouth was saying. All that mattered was the motion, the heat, the explosion he could feel building in his lower belly and balls.

"Oh baby. Hottest fucking thing ever. Pound me. Get me off." Jace guided Chad's hand to wrap around his cock as he rode.

Chad tried to oblige but after two good thrusts, the building explosion cut loose, surging up and out of his cock, sending sparks flying along every nerve of his body and making his spine light up like a Christmas tree.

"Ack!" Jace gave a strangled gasp and Chad blinked his eyes clear to see he had a death grip on Jace's cock. He loosened his hold and stroked it with intent to bring his lover off.

"Sorry."

"It's all right." Jace shoved into his hand just a little and came all over his stomach. Before Chad could deal with the awkwardness of trying to figure out how to clean up, Jace slid off his cock, yanked the condom and was licking up his own seed off Chad's belly. Chad just watched, this kinky new trick seeming as hot as anything else they'd done. He lay quietly, wondering how Jace had that much energy when his own body seemed to be spaghetti muscles over tapioca bones.

* * * *

They lay together a while and listened to the noises of the camp breaking around them. Finally Jace stirred and sat up.

"Wow." He leaned down and kissed Chad. "That was terrific. Thanks."

Chad just blinked. "You're thanking me? Jace, no one ever wanted me enough to kiss me, let alone be naked with me before you. I should be spending the rest of my life thanking you." He sat up and kissed Jace again, wrapping his lover up in his arms, kissing until neither of them could breathe.

"We gotta go back to real life, now." Jace sighed.

"Yeah. You go get the car. I'll finish in here. I think I can take the bed apart."

Jace kissed him again and started dressing. Chad watched, thinking how odd he looked in a T-shirt and jeans. He threw on a jacket instead of a cloak, bounced his keys in his hand and left.

Chad sat up and looked around once more. He dressed slowly and then rolled the bedroll up and stuffed it in its bag. He carried the totes and boxes out, noticing that Jace had already taken down the candleholders. He untied the bedspring ropes. The sound of a car outside slowed his unweaving of the bed. It had been very comfortable.

"The tent boards go on the sides. The bed goes in first."

"Bed's almost ready," Chad said.

Jace came in and helped him finish, then packed it. So quickly and precisely he almost couldn't follow it, Chad helped Jace load their camp into the trailer and secured the tarp. His stomach grumbled and he yawned.

"We'll hit a breakfast buffet on the way out," Jace promised.

They ate a quiet breakfast, neither talking much as they devoured bacon and sausage, coffee and pancakes with the appetite that working out in cold damp weather creates. Chad watched out the car window as they pulled into the parking space at Jace's apartment.

"When can I see you again?" Jace asked.

Chad didn't look at him. "Anytime you come to the library." He stared a little more, not ready for it all to be over.

"Do you want to come in?"

Chad said nothing. He was tempted. If he went in, he might stay all afternoon and overnight and he didn't have anything to wear to work except the new tan tunic. He didn't think the director would approve, not with a business casual dress code.

"Fine," Jace snapped. "I'm sorry. Whatever I fucked up, I'm sorry. Maybe--"

Chad turned and kissed him, suddenly and hard. "You haven't fucked up. I had a great time. In fact, I don't want it to end. I'm just not sure about showing up Monday wearing what I had on Friday, or my new tunic."

Jace laughed, a sound of pure relief. "Is that all? I was afraid I had hurt you, like broken your cock or something." He kissed Chad. "I have a washer. If it's clean and fresh smelling, who cares if you wear the same outfit every day?"

Chad nodded. "I'll come in, borrow your washer, mooch dinner and beg crash space, if you'd like."

"And he's suddenly twenty." Jace laughed. "Sure."

"I'm twenty-six. Let's go. I need a shower."

Jace's hand found its way down his chest and into his lap. "Really? Want some company?"

"Down boy. We'll snuggle after the laundry is started and after the showers."

"That works."

They carried the cooler box, the food crate and their personal clothing into the apartment. Chad started the wash while Jace put food away.

The hot shower sluiced delightfully over Chad's grimy, sweaty body. Jace was an Irish Spring man, with a taste for Ocean Breeze shampoo. He preferred Dial and vanilla.

He came out of the shower to something that smelled wonderful. Jace gestured for him to take over on the spaghetti sauce while he grabbed a shower. Chad had it on the plates and ready when Jace came back toweling off his hair.

After dinner, they cuddled on the couch, watching
Boondock Saints
, slow motioning through the nude scenes in the special features DVD.

"Sexy." Chad yawned and stretched as he looked at the clock. "I have to get up in the morning."

"Yep. I gotta take you to work," Jace agreed with a yawn of his own. "I'll get the rest of the gear unloaded tomorrow. Gotta hang the tent over the fence to dry and air out before I fold it away for the winter."

"Shame. I like it a lot."

"There are winter events. They're indoors."

Chad gave him a sweet kiss. "Really? And when is the next one for your pretty display thrall?"

"Tonight. It's a special private sale. Customer base of one."

Chad grinned and shoved Jace backward to the sofa, kissing him deep and slow. "I like those best of all."

About The Authors

 

 

Angelia Sparrow is a librarian-turned-truck-driver who has been writing off and on for over thirty years. She got her first professional writing break in 2004. When not perpetrating romance, she lives quietly in the Mid-South with her husband, four kids and two cats. She enjoys crochet, cooking and gardening.

To learn more about Angelia and her writing, please visit her website at: http://www.angelsparrow.com.

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Naomi Brooks, International Woman of Mystery and Stalker of Stockboys, is a retail escapee and technophile residing in Northwest Ohio. She enjoys a life of feline servitude, and is addicted to Netflix, The Sims 2, and World of Warcraft. Her first professional piece appeared in 2006. When she grows up she wants to be Errol Flynn, or Adam Lambert. Whichever.

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In the roaring '20s, Charlie Doyle, the ink still wet on his Dartmouth journalism degree, answers an ad for a job as secretary to Edward Kilsby, Lord Withycombe and renowned flying ace of the Great War. The ad leads him to expect excitement, but Charlie never expects quite so much.

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