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“Well?” Macklin said after a moment.

 

“Well, you l-look good enough t-to eat,” Caine said, urging

Macklin to lie down on the bed.“I c-could stare at you all n-n-night.” “I hope you’ll do more than just look,” Macklin said with a soft
laugh.
“D-definitely,” Caine replied, climbing onto the bed next to
Macklin. He traced the pattern of hair from the lower edge of Macklin’s
collar bone out around the edge of his chest and along his ribs to where
it arrowed into the waistband of his jeans. There would be time to peel
back the denim and follow that line of hair lower later. Some lucky
man had probably given Macklin his first blow job years ago, but if
Caine wasn’t the first to take his time with Macklin’s chest, he was one
of only a very few, and that was more than good enough for him. The
others had been fucks.He was Macklin’s lover, or he would be if things
continued the way they had the past two days.
“Why don’t you take your shirt off too?” Macklin suggested. Caine shook his head. If he did that, he’d end up distracted by
Macklin touching him, and then he wouldn’t be able to keep his
promise. “L-l-later.”
To keep Macklin from arguing, he bent swiftly and licked one of
the roseate nipples partially hidden by the hair on Macklin’s chest.
Macklin arched off the bed with a soft curse. Caine smiled and did it
again, sucking lightly this time as he pushed Macklin back toward the
mattress and found his other nipple with his fingers. He tweaked and
plucked at it in time with his sucking, determined to show Macklin the
benefits of a real lover. Not that Caine had all that much experience,
but at least he knew how to take his time making love.
Macklin tugged on Caine’s hair, pulling him up into another kiss.
“The guy in Philadelphia who said you were boring in bed was a
complete Galah. One touch, and I go up in flames.”
Caine smiled and kissed Macklin again. “The f-f-feeling is mmutual. He n-never made me f-feel as g-good as you do.”
“We’re a pair, aren’t we?” Macklin said with a chuckle. “Yes, but a p-pair of what?”
Macklin grinned and rolled Caine to his back, unbuttoning his
shirt and pushing it off Caine’s shoulders. Caine lifted up so Macklin
could pull the undershirt over his head as well. “Let’s see if I’ve
learned the way of it, shall we?”
Caine hadn’t expected Macklin to leave him in charge for long,
but he hadn’t expected it to happen quite that fast. He wasn’t
complaining, exactly, but he hoped he’d get another chance to get his
hands and mouth on Macklin’s chest. He wasn’t done exploring. He
wasn’t going to get that opportunity now, though. Macklin had him
pinned to the bed again, his heavier body holding Caine’s thighs still
while his hands and lips moved over Caine’s torso with surprising
gentleness. Given the tenor of most of their kisses and the speed of
their first encounter, Caine hadn’t expected gentleness without some
coaxing, but Macklin seemed to have picked that up on his own,
keeping his teeth well clear of Caine’s nipples as he licked and sucked
on them one at a time. His fingers kept up a steady stimulation on the
opposite side, enough to bring Caine to full hardness but without ever
crossing the line to being rough.
As hot as Caine’s fantasies had been, he found this even more
arousing because Macklin obviously cared enough to be careful, and
that was a far more potent aphrodisiac than sheer lust. Not for the first
time, he silently cursed the stutter that made it almost impossible for
him to talk when he was turned on. He wanted to tell Macklin how
good it felt to be touched again, to feel as cherished as he was desired,
but the fight to get the words out wasn’t worth it right now. He settled
for wordless moans and groans, hisses and sighs, hoping they would
convey his pleasure clearly enough. Macklin certainly didn’t show any
sign of stopping, so Caine hoped he was getting his message across. When Macklin’s hands started working on his jeans, relief surged
through Caine. Whatever else happened—God, he hoped Macklin had
condoms!—it would at least involve them getting naked together. He
lifted his hips and forced his voice to work. “P-p-please t-tell me you
have c-c-condoms.”
“No,” Macklin said with a groan. “I always buy what I need when
I go to Sydney. I was hoping you would have them.”
“John and I were exclusive for six years. We s-stopped using
them,” Caine explained. “It d-doesn’t m-m-matter. We’ll d-d-do
something else instead. I d-did promise you a b-b-blow job.” “You promised to wake me up with one,” Macklin said. Caine’s
dismay must have shown on his face because Macklin said, “No
worries, pup. I’m not going to leave you hurting.”
Caine breathed a sigh of relief when Macklin undid his jeans the
rest of the way and pushed them and his boxer briefs down to his knees.
His hand, hard and hot despite the cool room, closed around Caine’s
cock, stroking firmly without being rough. Caine’s hips surged upward
into the caress, desperate for more stimulation. He had the passing
thought that he should try to reciprocate, but he couldn’t make his body
cooperate any more than his voice.
Then Macklin leaned down to whisper in his ear, and Caine lost
even the train of coherent thought. “Look at you,” Macklin murmured.
“Greedy little bottom, pants around your knees, begging to be
touched.”
Caine had always hated it when John tried to talk dirty during sex.
It had always seemed forced and uninspiring. Maybe it was Macklin’s
accent that made this different or maybe it was the way Macklin
touched him, but Caine wanted more. More of Macklin’s hands on his
body.More of Macklin’s voice in his ear. More of Macklin in his life. He’d never be able to get all of that out, though, so he settled for
turning his head and kissing Macklin hungrily. Macklin responded in
kind, keeping his touch light on Caine’s cock as he ravished Caine’s
mouth.
When they broke their kiss, Macklin’s hand delved between
Caine’s thighs, cupping his sac and then probing lower. “Makes me
wish I’d picked up some lotion.”
Caine rolled out of bed, stripping his pants off so he wouldn’t trip,
and dug through his bag until he found a small bottle of lube he hadn’t
tossed before he moved.
“L-l-l-lube.”
Macklin’s grin made Caine weak in the knees as he patted the
space Caine had vacated. “Come back here and let me finish what I
started.”
Caine all but jumped back onto the bed, but instead of lying back
down, he opened Macklin’s jeans and pushed them down. “T-t-take
them off.”
To Caine’s surprise, Macklin hesitated.
“W-what’s wrong?”
“I’m not used to being naked with anyone,” Macklin admitted.
“In a back room or an alley, you open your pants enough to pull your
dick out, but you don’t strip all the way down. There isn’t enough time
or privacy for that.”
Caine nodded, heart hurting as he imagined the emptiness of
Macklin’s life with a week of anonymous encounters each year and
nothing in between. “You d-don’t have to if you d-don’t want to, but
I’d l-like to t-t-touch you too.”
Macklin nodded slowly and pulled his jeans off. Caine caught his
breath at the sight of Macklin, hard and uncut, the tip just peeking out
from beneath the foreskin. Tentatively, he stroked the almost hidden
slit.
“Don’t do too much of that, pup,” Macklin said, catching Caine’s
wrist, “or this will be over before we start.”
Caine thought watching Macklin come apart beneath his hands
sounded like a marvelous idea, but he could wait until later if it would
put Macklin more at ease. He let his hand fall to Macklin’s rock-hard
thigh, appreciating the strength beneath his fingers, and waited for
whatever Macklin wanted to do next.
To Caine’s delight, Macklin squeezed some lube onto his fingers,
rubbing them together until they were completely coated.“Tell me if it
gets too dry,” he said, circling a finger around Caine’s entrance. “I
don’t want to hurt you.”
Caine couldn’t formulate an answer, but he figured he could say
“ow” if it hurt.
Macklin teased him for several long minutes until Caine was
moaning constantly and pressing up into Macklin’s hand, his body
begging for more even if he couldn’t say the words. Finally Macklin
gave him what he wanted, breaching him with the tip of one finger.
Caine came halfway off the bed, his body seizing at the intimate touch
after so long.
“I’m not hurting you, am I, pup?”
Caine shook his head vehemently. “D-d-d-don’t s-s-stop.” Macklin pulled Caine the rest of the way to sitting and into a hard
kiss, his tongue tasting every inch of Caine’s mouth. “Not stopping,” he
promised.“Not until you come apart for me.”
That wouldn’t take long if Macklin kept playing with Caine’s
prostate. The foreman found the sensitive gland on the first pass and
exploited it mercilessly, his finger flicking across it with unerring
precision. His other hand circled around Caine’s cock again, stroking in
time with the flicks of his finger so that Caine was stimulated from
within and without. He rocked between Macklin’s hands, harsh sobs
escaping as he raced toward the summit. When he swore he couldn’t
take anymore without exploding completely, Macklin’s hands stopped
moving. They didn’t withdraw, merely froze on his cock and in his
passage.
“Not yet,” Macklin said. “Breathe for me until you’re a little more
in control.”
Caine opened his eyes and looked at Macklin skeptically, but he
took a few deep breaths, feeling his climax recede. Macklin leaned over
and kissed him tenderly this time, gentling Caine with an assiduity
Caine had not expected, given what Macklin had revealed of his past
experiences. Caine sighed and relaxed into the kiss. The moment he
did, Macklin’s hands moved again, far faster and more demanding than
before, catapulting Caine into release. He climaxed with a hoarse shout,
every bone in his body feeling like liquid. He struggled to catch his
breath, wanting to return the pleasure Macklin had given him when he
heard Macklin grunt harshly. Forcing his eyes open again, he watched in helpless fascination as Macklin tugged on his cock a few times
before splattering Caine’s stomach with his release.
“I wanted to d-do that.”
“I’m sorry, pup. I couldn’t wait,” Macklin said, lying down next
to Caine.“Watching you, touching you… it was too much.” “That’s t-twice you’ve t-taken care of yourself instead of l-letting
me d-do it,” Caine said. “No m-more. You make me feel selfish.” “Wake me up like you promised and we’ll be even,” Macklin
said.
“I will,” Caine agreed. He snuggled closer to Macklin, heedless of
the sticky mess on his belly. As his pulse returned to normal, he relaxed
enough to speak more easily. “Where did you learn that trick? That’s
not something you pick up from fucking around in bars.”
“I took my first trip to Sydney at twenty,” Macklin said. “Michael
insisted I go to relax a little, as he put it. I was still a scrawny kid then,
not exactly top material even if that’s what I wanted to be, but the guys
who were looking for tops weren’t looking at me. I figured my only
choice was to leave with one of the older men. He wanted me to go
home with him. In hindsight, it was a stupid move, but I didn’t know
any better. Fortunately, he wasn’t after any more than I was willing to
give. I spent the week with him before I came back to Lang Downs,
and he taught me all about sex. I just haven’t had much chance to use it
before now.”
“I thought you’d never had a lover.”
“He wasn’t a lover,” Macklin insisted. “He wanted a sweet young
arse to fuck. I was willing to be that arse for him for the time I was in
Sydney. Foreplay consisted of him fingering me until I came and then
fucking me until I came again, or fucking my mouth until he came. It
wasn’t cruel, but it was just sex, and we both knew it. And that was
over twenty years ago. I had enough sense to make him wear a condom,
but that’s about it. You’re the only lover I’ve ever had.”
Hearing Macklin call him his lover reassured Caine. Whatever
bumps in the road they’d have ahead, Macklin wasn’t thinking of their
encounters as a fling. “I’d say I was sorry you haven’t met anyone in all that time, but if you had, we might not be here now, and I can’t regret
that.”
“Some things are worth waiting for, pup,” Macklin said, kissing
Caine gently. “Now get some sleep. We’ve got things to do tomorrow
and a long drive home.”
Caine nodded and kissed Macklin one more time before rolling
onto his side and pressing back against Macklin’s front. With no
clothes between them, Macklin’s cock settled perfectly between
Caine’s buttocks, pressing tightly against his entrance. Caine hissed at
the intimate sensation.
“I’ll buy condoms tomorrow,” Macklin promised, his voice
hoarse.
“Good.” Caine’s voice trembled with renewed need, but he forced
his body to relax. They didn’t have to rush, even after they had
condoms. “Don’t forget the lube either. That tube’s almost empty, and
spit or lotion isn’t going to cut it.”
“Greedy little bottom,” Macklin teased, but he stroked Caine’s
arm tenderly as he said it, his hand coming to rest above Caine’s heart. “Only for you,” Caine replied.
“Really?”
Caine shrugged. “I told you what John thought about sex with me.
He never actually said it, but it was pretty obvious neither of us was
overly passionate about the other. We went through the motions
because we were a couple and expected to have sex, but I never felt like
I’d die if I didn’t come right then, the way you made me feel tonight.” Macklin tugged on Caine’s arm until he rolled to his back.
Macklin rolled on top of him, pressing Caine down into the soft hotel
mattress. “There is nothing…
nothing
boring about sex with you,
Caine. Nothing.” He rocked against Caine, his cock already half-hard
again, to prove his point. “You’re handsome and passionate and being
in bed with you is more exciting than all the fucking I’ve ever done.
Maybe it was his fault, maybe it was just that you weren’t good as a
couple. Either way, you forget what he said or made you feel because I
can’t get enough of you.”
“I don’t suppose Boorowa has a twenty-four-hour store that sells
condoms.” The feeling of Macklin growing hard against him left Caine
aching to prove everything would be as good with Macklin as their first
two encounters had been.
“Not likely,” Macklin said with a groan. “I should have gone

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