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Okay, two, two bright shining things: he wanted me and… he was really getting into kissing me.

I was frozen in a state of shock for about a minute as he softly kissed and gently sucked at my lips—slow and sweet and sensual. I didn’t kiss him back even as my body went wild internally, blood being police escorted to certain extremities, endorphins diving out of my pituitary gland like they were in a Busby Berkeley musical, my heart going all heavy metal.

Then I snapped with the program. I made an embarrassingly loud animal sound and scrambled into his lap, my knees going wide around his hips. I grabbed his head, tilted my own and kissed him. This time, I was taking no prisoners. I laved my tongue along his lips and tongue, opening him up and kissing him deep and wet and erotic, the way I’d dreamed of doing a million times.

He made a yummy sound deep in his chest and pulled me tighter. One hand went to my lower back and one between my shoulder blades. He pressed me sweetly but firmly against him. God, Owen had never touched me like this before. The combination of gentleness and power in that restrained touch was like gasoline on my electrical fire. I could feel that he was hard. I could feel the trembling passion and desperation in his kiss. More than anything he’d said, or ever could say, that made me believe him—Owen wanted me. My heart exploded like a bottle rocket.

Because if Owen really, truly wanted me, then pigs could fly, I’d get my window desk at DC, and life could be unbearably fucking wonderful.

He tugged at the hem of my sweatshirt. I broke the kiss only long enough to pull it over my head. Back to kissing, then I tugged blindly on his shirt—I had to feel him. His T-shirt came off with a yank and our mouths locked back together. My bare chest pressed against his chest. Good God, just shoot me now if anything could ever get better than being pressed against that gorgeous chest and abs. I squirmed in tighter. He pulled me closer. I could feel his erection in my crotch. I was hard down the right leg of my jeans so I couldn’t really rub it against him, but I didn’t care. I rocked on top of him, just getting off on feeling him like that, on stroking him with my ass. Now that I had him, I couldn’t get enough.

“Jordy, we should—” he said, trying to pull out of the kiss. I kept sucking off the syllables.

My hands were roaming over the sides of his ribs. I was in an ecstasy of skin and muscle. He tried to push me up.

“Bedroom. I want you naked,” he rasped out, even as my hands locked on his neck and I kept kissing him.

“No.” The transition period to get from here to there was unthinkable. He might as well have been talking about traveling to another galaxy and entering deep stasis. I wasn’t stopping.

So he pushed up and slung me over his shoulder. Crap, he was strong. He headed for the stairs.

“I swear to God, Owen, if you sprain your back in the next twenty seconds and we end up in the ER instead of in bed, I will disembowel you!”

He laughed. “Believe me, not even a herniated disc would make me stop now.”

“Let’s not test that theory, shall we?” I had the advantage of ungainly limbs. I wriggled until he put me down. We raced each other up the stairs, which is not as much fun as it sounds with a raging hard-on.

In his bedroom we both shucked our jeans and underwear like they were on fire. I stopped and stared at him.

Holy Greek gods, Batman. Owen had bulked up more this past year, but it was all muscle. He looked like a figure from a naughty version of Mt. Olympus standing there, with his broad shoulders and carved pecs, rounded thighs and erection curving up toward his stomach. He was looking at me with as much hunger as I felt. Self-consciously I put my arms across my chest.

He came over and pulled them away. “Jordy, you are perfect. I can’t imagine wanting anyone the way I want you.”

“Male or female?” I asked doubtfully.

“Uh-huh. And vegetable or mineral.”

“Glad to hear I can out-sex zucchini,” I quipped nervously.

“Don’t forget the pumice,” he teased.

He stepped very, very close to me but not quite touching, so that his erection just gently brushed against mine. He trailed the tips of his fingers softly up my bare sides and stared into my eyes with a slightly amused, not so slightly heated look. Oh, God, Owen looking at me
like that
. It was like I’d hit the fantasy jackpot, and all the nice shiny coins were pouring out. A shiver shook my whole body.

“Shut up, Jordy,” I told myself, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

Owen

H
OW
could something feel so scarily new and exciting and yet so familiar and inevitable at the same time? Jordy was a fantastic kisser. The way he sucked and licked at my mouth like he was starving for it—it was nearly enough to send me over the edge right there. And then there was the feel of him in my arms, not tiny and soft like Emily, no, he was warm and solid and lithe and strong and all boy. I could crush him against me, press him tight. It felt so exactly right.

The feeling of his hardness against me fascinated me—the heft of it, the way it so clearly showed his desire, the way I could make him groan and squirm by pressing against it just so. Jesus. Everything about him turned me on so much. For years I’d been fighting a physical attraction to him, telling myself it wasn’t there. Now that I’d surrendered to it, need crashed through me like a herd of elephants escaping the circus. My body vibrated with the thunder of it.
Jordy.

I pressed him back against the bed. I wanted badly to climb on top of him, but first I had to explore, touch him, kiss him, the way I hadn’t allowed myself to do last time. I needed it. I crouched over him on all fours. When he bowed up to meet my mouth, I pressed him back down with a forearm across his upper chest and pinned him there.

“Bastard,” he said, squirming, still trying to kiss me, even though he wasn’t even close.

“I seem to recall someone licking me to within an inch of my life,” I countered, as I tongued a long path up his chest and across one nipple.

“Hngh. I want….”
lick
. “Wanna hold you.”
swirl
. “Owen, please!”

“Mmmm,” I said neutrally as I licked and kissed my way down his flat stomach. I loved the tone of his body, so lean and sleek and tight, his skin so soft. It drove me crazy.

He gave up struggling against my forearm and started thrusting up his hips instead, seeking contact. Naughty. I pinned his upper thigh down with my thigh, trapping him down on the bed.

“Oh, God,” he groaned, “I’m having sex with a wrestler. Not fair.”

“Mmmm,” I agreed as I nibbled and sucked at the soft skin of his belly. Oh, yes. This was good. This freaking
rocked.
I loved that I could hold him down, be just rough enough to excite us both, that I didn’t have to be careful with him physically, and that he knew me well enough that I could be exactly myself.

I nuzzled all over his chest and belly, using the scratch of my stubble to rasp and sensitize along with the long licks and soft nibbles. He couldn’t move, but his erection, hard and huge from this close, pulsed as if trying to get my attention and dribbled onto his belly. To say I was ignoring it would be a lie—I kept an eye on it, letting the sight thrill me. But I didn’t touch it, not yet.

“I’m sensing a need to discuss tournament rules in bed,” Jordy gasped shakily, as I nuzzled into the crease between his leg and his groin. He was trembling with frustration and desire.

Time for a strategic repositioning. I moved my forearm and grabbed both his wrists so I could hold them firm at his sides on the bed. I moved over him and pressed both of his thighs apart and then pinned his calves to the mattress with my thighs. Holding him that way, he could bow up his upper back and arch his hips a little but was otherwise immobile. Perfect. I kissed his legs.

“Rule number one: No rules,” I said. I sucked at his inner thighs.

“Oh my God,” Jordy groaned. “Please, Owen, I’ve waited for this so long, and I need you. Please, please, please, please, please.”

He sounded so gut-wrenchingly sincere. It made a fresh wave of lust slam into me. But I wasn’t giving up ground, not yet. He made needy sounds as I licked and nuzzled at his balls, remembering how incredibly hot that had felt when he did it to me. I loved the texture there, it felt sort of dirty and taboo and yet so nakedly human and Jordy. He was grunting out a steady stream of
huhs
now as I licked and sucked at him. I shifted up a bit so I could run my tongue up his erection. I had no plans to get fancy, given that I had no clue what I was doing. I just wanted to see what it was like, get up close and personal with it.

Jordy was bigger than me. Where I was compact and solid, he was long and lanky, with big hands and feet and a really big dick. He had a slight curve toward his belly. He was circumcised, like me, and his skin had a sweet pink tinge. I rubbed my cheek against him and closed my eyes, letting the idea and reality of it sink into me. I was not repulsed or even uneasy with it. Jordan was like the other half of me in some ways, so it was no odder than masturbating. In fact, it felt incredible to be with him like this. I wanted everything about him, every part of him appealed to me. And this particular part was pure, naked, swollen, and aching sex. I licked the head and pulled it into my mouth. I let go of one of his wrists so I could stroke him.

Jordy’s freed hand threaded into my hair and stayed there as I sucked him. I didn’t try to take in much, just stayed at the top, alternating sucks and licks as my hand stroked the base of him. His breathing became more and more ragged, and mine did, too. It was so hot to me, what I was doing, that my own dick throbbed and pulsed in sympathetic responses to the sensations I imagined I was creating for him. I slipped my thighs off him so I could lay down between his legs, giving my own erection contact with the bed. The hand that still held one of Jordy’s wrists loosened, and Jordy rotated his wrist and interfaced his fingers with mine, gripping me tight as if hanging on. His hips started surging rhythmically.

“Oh, God, Owen. Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” he whispered. His hips thrust faster.

Suddenly, he moved his hand from my head to my shoulder, trying to push me away as he partially sat up. “Stop!”

I pulled off and looked up at his face. I was so close and so dazed with lust I had no idea why he’d stopped

“Come up here,” Jordy said, licking his lips. “I want to come while you’re kissing me. I want you on top.”

Hell, yes. I moved up and over him and lay down, holding a little weight off him on my elbows. But he tugged me down hard, arching up to meet my mouth.

God, the feeling of him naked underneath me, pressed against me chest to thigh. He kissed me deep, sending warm waves shooting down my body. He wrapped his arms around my ribs. His legs came up to lock around the tops of my thighs. The tilt in his hips brought us fully into contact. I could feel his ridge against mine, his balls against mine. The sensation drove another spike of lust through me, stoked higher by the way he licked and sucked at my tongue. Oh, crap. I was down, and the ref was slamming the mat in a countdown in my head. I was going.

I started thrusting. At the top of my thrust, my head swept over the underside of his. He grunted.

“Want lotion?” he panted, taking his lips briefly from mine. His hips kept thrusting.

I was so close, and we were both a little slick. The friction felt good.

“Huh-uh,” I muttered incoherently, latching back onto his lips. I locked onto the thrusts and went for it. I grabbed his shoulders so we didn’t travel up the bed, held him steady as we both rocked.

For a while we skated along the edge of the cliff. It felt so amazing I wanted it to last forever. When I felt myself about to go over I raised my head. His eyes were shut tight. “Jordy, look at me.”

He did, his wide, brown eyes staring up into mine, his mouth open and panting. His face was tensed on the brink as I went over. The words
I love you
fell from me on a groan as I started to come. My vision went a little black around the edges, I came so hard, but I stayed focused on his face, watching as his upper lip quivered and curled up as if in pain. He thrust faster.

“
Owen
!” he called out as he went rigid and pulsed against my belly.

I felt his warm come join mine between us. It was like the time we’d cut our fingers as kids and held them together—blood brothers. Only this time it was a different commitment, this time it said,
I’m yours and you are mine
.

A
FTERWARD
, we lay on our sides, and I held him tight. It felt so right having him in my arms. I couldn’t believe that I’d resisted for so long. I wasn’t sure if the power of what I felt was because of the connection I had with Jordy or if it was about my sexual orientation. It didn’t matter, I decided. Because I knew one thing for absolute certain. I was never going to let him go.

His voice wafted up, muffled from my chest. “So… gay sex,” he said dryly.

I chuckled. “For three hundred? ‘In order to have pleasurable anal sex, male couples should use what substance?’”

Jordy laughed. “Thanks, Alex. You shouldn’t even know that. You’ve been holding out on me.”

“I might have done some Googling here and there.”

He squeezed me tighter and didn’t respond for a moment. “Seriously.”

“Seriously….” I rubbed his back. “Best ever. Award winning. I told you, Jordy. It’s you and me, for keeps. I can’t see wanting to be with anyone else ever again.”

Jordy raised his head to look at me, his face scrunched up with doubt. I saw hurt in his eyes, and I knew what he was thinking about. I thought about all the times he’d had to sit and watch me kissing on Emily, knowing that we were intimate. How would I have felt if our positions had been reversed? I’d hated it when he’d been dinking around with Matt, and that was only for a few weeks and out of my sight. God, I’d been so focused on doing what I thought I needed to do, I’d been oblivious to the damage I’d caused.