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Like an instinct that could never be denied, he was on the bed again—on Kyle—and had his tongue gliding over and around the head of Kyle’s dick, taking in the first taste of him.

“Oh God, Ev.”

Hearing those three words repeated in the same way Kyle had shouted them out when they’d been jerking off at the apartment, and Evan was lost. To the sensations, the tastes, the sound of his own slick mouth working Kyle’s cock, the ragged breaths pouring out of Kyle. He swirled his tongue, sucked and kissed, worshipping the tip of Kyle’s dick, wanting more—so much more.

He clasped the waistband of Kyle’s underwear. “You were supposed to take these off.” He sucked his cock in again, moving down the shaft, sliding the underwear out of the way as he revealed each inch of that gorgeous dick, as he worked his mouth farther down.

“Ev!” Kyle jerked his hips forward, pushing more of his cock into Evan’s mouth. “Sorry.” Sorry for what? This was exactly what Evan had been waiting for. He planned to take his time. Explore and taste and lick and suck until Kyle’s cum coated the back of his throat.

“Not going to last,” Kyle said as he thrust upward again.

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That would never do. Because Evan also wanted something else. He let go of Kyle’s dick and stripped the underwear over his hips. As Evan lowered the briefs, Kyle raised both legs in the air to aid in the task, but at the same time presenting his ass in a “please fuck me” pose that surprised the hell out of Evan. He gripped his own cock again at the thought of fucking Kyle.

God, he wanted it all.

No need to decide, though. Kyle took care of that. The underwear off and on the floor, Kyle lowered his legs and dived to the side of the bed, rummaging around in his backpack. He came back with a condom and lube, the condom package already torn open, the lid to the lube popped up. His dick, looking thick and red and ready to explode, slapped against his abs as he flopped back to the bed. He was going to feel amazing inside Evan. Kyle dropped the lube to the bed and rolled the condom on himself. He reached for the lube again.

“No.” Evan grabbed for it. “Let me.” He fumbled with the bottle and squeezed out far more than they’d need for three rounds of fucking.

Kyle laughed. “That’s the good shit. You don’t need that much.”

“You afraid we’ll run out?” Despite the confident tone of his voice, Evan’s hand shook as he spread the slick lube on Kyle’s dick. Kyle moaned again, and Evan couldn’t resist. He kept stroking and leaned forward. “We’re going to need a truckload of lube for how much I plan to do this before we get off the train.”

With the words barely out, Kyle captured Evan’s mouth in a fierce kiss. He ran a hand through Evan’s hair, the touches soft and slow and in contrast to the intense kiss, to the way Kyle was moving, fucking Evan’s hand.

Evan let go and sat back. A ton of lube still coated his right hand.

Kyle laughed again, but this time the sound was shaky, edgy. He scrambled to reach something on the floor beside the bed and threw Evan a pair of underwear. “Here, wipe it off on that.”

Evan caught the briefs—Kyle’s briefs—and cleaned his hand. He gave Kyle a measured, teasing smile. “You know what I did last week?”

Kyle shook his head. Maybe he couldn’t form words any longer.

“You left a pair in the bathroom. I stole them and jerked off with your underwear wrapped around my cock and balls.

“Shit.” Kyle made a move to roll them again.

“No.” Evan squeezed his thighs around Kyle’s legs. “I’m riding you.” Kyle sank back to the bed, and Evan forced his arms above his head again, then gripped Kyle’s cock and positioned himself over it. Kyle squirmed under him, and Evan laughed. “You want this?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Then lie still.” He worked Kyle’s cock between his ass cheeks. Kyle groped above his head on the bed. With no headboard, there wasn’t much for him to hold on to. Right as his cockhead entered Evan, he clasped on to the top edge of the mattress, or cushion or whatever it was called when a bench on the train became a bed. “Ev!” Evan had been right. About so many things.

About how perfect Kyle would feel inside him. About how good it would sound to hear Kyle call out his name in bed. About how much he’d want to keep doing this. Again and again.

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He shifted up and down until he had every last inch of Kyle’s dick buried inside his ass.

Oh God. Kyle…inside him, spreading him open. He’d waited so long for this.

Kyle had his eyes squeezed shut. He was breathing through his nose, his teeth clenched.

Evan stilled. “Hey.”

“What?” Kyle’s eyes flew open. “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” He barely unclenched his teeth to speak.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Evan moved again, pausing with the full length of Kyle’s dick buried in his ass, loving that it was his body making Kyle barely able to speak. He rolled his hips, and Kyle grunted out another sound of pleasure.

“Shhhh. Train. Rooms. People.” That was all Evan could manage. Every movement of his ass dragging over Kyle’s dick had his own cock on fire. He needed… “Kyle…” In a rush, Kyle let go of the bed and took Evan’s dick in his hand. He didn’t bother with slow and steady. He planted his feet, pumped his hips off the mattress, and plowed into Evan while he stroked Evan like crazy, like he had to drive them both to the edge right then or die trying.

Evan clutched the bar that ran the width of the bunk above them. He wanted to take hold of Kyle and kiss him, but he didn’t dare move for fear they’d lose this moment.

Or that he’d wake up.

If this was a dream, he didn’t want it to end until Kyle exploded inside him, until he came too, covering them both in his cum.

His brain couldn’t settle on any one sensation. The press of their naked bodies together for the first time. Kyle’s hand working his cock. Kyle pumping inside him. It was all more intense than he’d imagined.

The silence left in the wake of the halted train and the wind dying down between storms was gone. Their sounds filled the room. The slap of skin against skin. Kyle’s grunts. His own little moans as Kyle took his ass again and again.

The upward thrusts picked up speed, and Kyle’s hand stilled on Evan. He gave one last slam and groaned as he came. His eyes squeezed shut, and heavy breaths poured out of his open mouth.

A minute passed, maybe two, and Kyle’s breathing slowed. His hair was more disheveled than usual and sweat beaded along his hairline. He looked like he’d flown a world away, then back and knew every last secret to happiness. He looked delectable. His eyes opened, and he smiled at Evan. “Come here.” He pulled Evan forward by the hip and gripped the base of the condom as his cock slipped out.

Evan went to move out of the way so Kyle could get rid of the condom, but Kyle held on to his hips and kept pulling until Evan was straddling his chest. He seized Evan’s cock again, slowly working his hand up and down the shaft. “I want to watch you. I’ve never seen you shoot out a load. Never seen those gorgeous blue eyes while you come.” The words were almost as good as the feel of Kyle’s hand on him again. The two together had him ready to burst. He forced his eyes to stay open as Kyle kept staring at him. Kyle’s hand moved faster, and that was it. Evan’s orgasm shot out from his middle and exploded throughout him. His toes curled, catching the thin blue blanket in the grasp of his right foot. His cum splashed onto Kyle’s cheek. The next spurt landed in the hair above Kyle’s ear. After all the 100

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jerking off lately, he didn’t think it was possible to come that long or that hard. He collapsed forward, his chest pressing against Kyle in the process, the cum smearing between them.

Kyle let out a long breath. “Oh man.”

“Yeah.” Evan laughed and lifted up so Kyle could breathe. The laugh felt like his first real one in months. Years.

“Why…” Another long breath surged out of Kyle. He threw his arms above his head like he’d been lying when Evan had taken his dick in. “Why the hell did we wait so long to do that?” Evan rolled off him and smacked Kyle on the arm. “I was practically married.” The bed was small for two people. Too small. Oscar must not have ever tried to lie in one with his wife, unless she was one-tenth his size.

“Oh yeah,” Kyle said. “I forgot.” He got rid of the condom and faced Evan. He had cum drying on his cheek. “You weren’t practically married that night in Iowa. Or for the past six months.”

Evan threw a hand over his face. “God, we were stupid.”

“Uh-huh. So stupid.” Kyle sounded relaxed like he hadn’t since Evan had moved in with him.

“It was dumb of me to worry so much.”

“Yeah, it was. You know what else I think?” Kyle stretched, looking even more content.

How long had it been since he’d had sex? For Kyle, going two weeks was probably a record.

Evan forced that thought away. He didn’t want to wonder how what they’d just done compared to anything—or anyone—else Kyle had done before.

“What?” he asked.

“We are doing that again,” Kyle said.

“Oh yeah. We are.”

“Come here.” Kyle reached out for him. Evan was about to ask if he really thought he could get it up again that fast, and then Kyle tugged on him until Evan’s head lay on his chest.

He heard Kyle’s heartbeat, smelled his own cum, could practically still feel Kyle in his ass, but what stood out the most, what he hadn’t expected, was the intimate, tender way Kyle touched him, one hand in his hair, the other sliding along his bare back. Evan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to mentally capture every caress, everything about the past few minutes. The way Kyle had sounded when he came. His smile afterward. The words he’d said when he’d made Evan move closer so he could jerk him off. Evan ran a hand down Kyle’s chest and abs, needing to memorize the body he’d dreamed of for so long. He slid his hand lower, over the flaccid cock and balls.

“You can play with it all you want, but I am not getting it up again right away. You wrung me dry.”

“I’m not trying to get you up again.” Evan lifted his head and rested his chin on Kyle’s chest. “Not yet. But soon.”

“Oh yeah? I believe you said something about a truckload of lube.” Evan felt his face blush. He never said things like that. Never.

Kyle stroked his cheek. “There they are.”

“What?”

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“Your dimples. Fucking adorable. They only show up when you make a certain smile.” He dropped his head to Kyle’s chest again. “Shut up.” He hated his dimples, and he didn’t think his heart could take Kyle talking to him like that. Who the hell was this, and what had he done with Kyle Bennett?

Although this had to mean something to Kyle too. He wouldn’t be cruel, not on purpose.

Evan didn’t want to think about that right then. He was always thinking too much. Time to enjoy the moment, the quiet, the peace. “Uh, the train’s still not moving.”

“Yeah,” Kyle said. “I don’t fucking care.”

“I thought I felt it start again while we…” Kind of stupid of him not to be able to say the words.

Kyle huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, me too.” He ran his hand down Evan’s back again. “I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

“Me either.”

They lay in the quiet for another minute, and then Kyle broke the spell. “Ev…I…” He hesitated, then sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed. His back to Evan, he said nothing for a long moment. He ran his hand through his hair and stood. “I’m gonna hop in the shower quick before they cut off the water.”

After Kyle stepped into the small bathroom, Evan rolled to his stomach and tried not to think about what Kyle had been about to say. Or why he hadn’t said it. About what he might be thinking or feeling. The pillow smelled like Kyle’s cologne. He closed his eyes and breathed in more of that scent. A minute or two later, he heard the bathroom door open.

“Ev…” Kyle stood naked beside the bed, his hair wet from the shower. “What you said before about me leaving. I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I meant what I said—” Evan sat up and reached for Kyle. He pulled him down to lie on the bed and planted a long kiss on him. Sometimes Kyle thought too much too. “You want me again?”

“Hell, yeah.” Kyle flashed a smile. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” There was a knock on the door. “Oh shit.” Evan bit his bottom lip and tried not to laugh. Had they made too much noise? Had the entire car heard them going at it?

“Hang on a sec,” Kyle called out. He scrambled off the bed and pulled on his pants. “I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” He grabbed Evan’s shirt and jeans off the floor and tossed them to him.

Evan stood and worked on his pants and T-shirt. He was going to kill whoever was at the door. Who knew when Kyle would ever be like this again?

Kyle opened the door, and Oscar gave a nod. If he hadn’t known what they were doing, he would soon. The room still reeked of sex. “Sorry to uh”—he coughed into a closed fist—“bother you, but we’ve got a situation here. We’re looking for a lost little girl. We believe she slipped away while her mom was taking a nap this afternoon.”

“Oh man,” Kyle said. “I bet I know which little girl that is. Sasha will be lucky if that kid makes it to fifteen.”

“Tell me about it,” Oscar said. “We’re searching all the rooms. Can you boys step out for a minute? I need to check every bathroom and storage space.” Kyle moved into the hall, and Evan followed him out while Oscar looked over their room.

“I hope she’s okay,” Kyle said.

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“Me too.” Evan tried to dampen the huge-ass smile, but despite the news about Rebecca, the avalanche, being stuck in the mountains, and the seriousness of everything going on around them, he couldn’t contain the excitement.

They’d had sex. And it didn’t look like Kyle was freaking. He’d said he wanted more, that it was more than sex for him too. Maybe Kyle wasn’t ready for everything, but with time…he might be. Evan couldn’t walk away from that.

Sure, there were sacrifices he’d have to make. Kyle might never be ready for the family Evan wanted.

Could he live with that? What about in five years? Ten? Would he resent Kyle?