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“Are you okay?” Kyle asked. Those dark eyes were studying him.

“Yeah. I just… I can’t believe this.” And he didn’t mean Rebecca.

Kyle took a step closer. “Me too.” Didn’t look like he meant Rebecca either.

Oscar came out into the hall. “Thanks, boys.”

“Can I help you look for her?” Kyle asked.

“Thanks, but no. Best thing you can do is stay in your room and let us search.”

“Can you let me know when you find her?”

“Sure. I’ll stop back. Now, please wait in your room.” Evan stepped inside first. Kyle entered behind him and closed the door. He stood motionless, his back to Evan, his hand on the doorknob.

Finally he turned around and was across the room in two large steps. He backed Evan to the far wall. “I want you again.” He grabbed Evan’s wrists and shoved him against the wall, Evan’s hands above his head. Kyle ground his body against him. “I have never been so turned on again this fast. Never wanted anyone more in my life. Can’t get enough of you.” Desire thundered through Evan’s body, his cock waking up and taking notice of Kyle’s proximity, his words. Evan longed for Kyle’s mouth on his dick. He hadn’t had a blowjob in six months. One thought raced through his mind. Tell him to get on his knees and suck you.

He never acted on thoughts like that, never telling any man what to do to him.

Kyle threw his shirt off, then raised Evan’s over his head and to the floor for the second time in an hour. He ran his hands over Evan’s chest. “You feel so fucking good.” He moved his hands lower to his abs. “But you need to eat more. You’re too thin.” He dropped to his knees and kissed Evan’s stomach. One light brush of lips after another, the soft kisses covering Evan’s midsection.

It was as if the incredibly kind man Evan had always known had collided with the passionate one from Evan’s dreams. He raked his fingers through Kyle’s dark hair. Where had this Kyle been all his life? “Are you always such a talker?” Kyle lifted his head. “Hell, no. You’re driving me crazy.” Take Me Home

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Kyle stood. He cupped Evan’s cheek, and brushed his thumb over the moist lips. “God, I love your smile. This mouth.” He needed to shut the hell up. At this rate, he’d be caught up in no time for all the years of not saying much of anything to the guys he fucked.

Evan’s face flushed. He shook his head, then dropped to his knees. He opened Kyle’s pants, slid a hand in, and pulled out his dick. If Evan was trying to distract him from talking, that did the trick. Evan stroked Kyle’s cock, his hand moving slowly, feeling achingly fine against Kyle’s skin as he hardened and lengthened more. Then Evan moved the pants down and slid his mouth over the top of Kyle’s dick. The heat, the suction, those lips, those blue eyes looking up at him. So goddamn perfect.

He ran his hand through Evan’s hair, wanting to somehow get closer, touch more than mouth to prick but without giving up that one touch. Evan gripped the base of his cock and set to a rhythm of suck and pump with mouth and fist that had Kyle close before long. He knew Evan would be great at this. He wanted to come inside that sweet mouth. He was close too.

“Gonna come.” He grunted out the words, but Evan didn’t back off. Another few bobs of his head, and Kyle came, forcing his eyes to stay open so he could watch Evan suck and swallow throughout his orgasm.

When Kyle had given over everything left in his balls, Evan sat back on his heels and looked up at him. “I’ve wanted you to come in my mouth for so long.”

“You have?” Kyle swiped a finger along Evan’s lower lip, wet with moisture and remnants of his cum.

Evan nodded, eyes wide, breathing heavily. He leaned in to the touch and licked Kyle’s finger. “Better than frosting.”

The wave was once again crashing against Kyle. He kicked off his pants, dropped to his knees, and pushed Evan to his back on the floor. He kissed him everywhere, wandering his tongue over every inch of Evan’s upper body, breathing in his scent. Evan made a noise, a whimper. It sounded amazing. Kyle brushed his hand over Evan’s cock still trapped inside the jeans, and Evan whimpered again.

There was more where that came from—and he wanted it all.

He buried his face in Evan’s abs and breathed deep as he undid the jeans. He needed to feel Evan’s cock in his mouth for the first time. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one.

“Suck me,” Evan said, his voice rough and stern but low, almost a whisper.

Kyle lifted his head. “Say that again.”

“Suck me.” Evan grazed the pad of his thumb over Kyle’s lips like he’d done at Castillo’s when he’d wiped the frosting from Kyle’s mouth. Had that only been two days ago? Evan traced Kyle’s lips again. “I want to fuck this beautiful mouth.” 104

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Kyle had no words. That was okay. He could do nothing except exactly what Evan wanted—needed—from him. He stripped off Evan’s pants, gripped his cock in his hand, and pressed his mouth to the tip. He opened wider, ran his tongue around the crown, getting Evan good and wet, letting his saliva drip down the length. Then he worked his way along the shaft to Evan’s balls, wetting them just as much, teasing, tugging.

He wasn’t sure if he pushed at Evan’s legs or if Evan lifted them first, but there was his ass. He couldn’t resist. He wandered his tongue behind Evan’s balls and rimmed the hell out of him, licking, flicking, stabbing his tongue inside, the sensations so new and hotter than he’d ever imagined. The wet slurps mixed with Evan’s sounds of pleasure. When the begging started, Kyle went back to Evan’s cock and sucked him all the way in.

Evan touched Kyle. Ran his hand through his hair, over his shoulder and back up, along his jaw to his mouth where they were connected cock to lips. “Oh God…Kyle.” Evan whimpered again. Then he let out a long moan as Kyle took him in deep.

It was only then Kyle remembered where they were. The top deck of a passenger train. Not the most soundproof walls and floors. He pulled off and laughed. “Shhhh.” He reached up with one hand and covered Evan’s lips.

Evan sucked Kyle’s fingers into his mouth. That spurred him on. He took Evan deeper, moved his mouth faster.

With each upward drag of his lips, Evan pounded a hand on the floor. The people in the sleepers below wouldn’t miss that. Kyle slipped his fingers free of Evan’s mouth and placed his hand under Evan’s. Evan clasped it in his. Kyle had never done anything with a guy while holding his hand. The intimacy of that one touch should’ve scared the hell out of him. It didn’t.

This was Evan.

He was going to make this a moment Evan would never forget. But this was more than something he was doing for him.

He liked touching a man’s cock with his hands and mouth, but he’d never gotten off on sucking dick like a lot of men did. Some guys were content with going at it from that angle, then jerking off in their own hand after the blowjob.

Then there were the assholes who didn’t give a shit about what the other guy wanted. They were polite about the condom and lube when it came to the fucking, but when it came to the sucking, they’d grab the back of a guy’s head, ram their dick inside, and choke the shit out of him until they came down his throat. Most continued to grunt their pleasure as the other man gagged.

But this…this was Evan, and it was a total turn on taking his cock in, tracing every vein, learning what made him unique, what made him squirm. Kyle was hard again, dying to come just having Evan in his mouth, and with every slight jerk of Evan’s hips, every slide of his own mouth on Evan’s cock, his body was aching and feeling more alive than he had in…forever.

He wanted more.

He pulled off and flipped them so Evan was straddling him. “Fuck my mouth, Ev.” Evan stared down at him, wide-eyed. Then in a flash he moved up and guided his cock to Kyle’s mouth. It didn’t take long before Evan was pumping his hips and moaning in concert with the slick sounds of their bodies coming together.

In another rapid move that startled Kyle, Evan rolled to the side and gripped him by the arm.

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“What? You want to stop?” No one ever stopped. Not once a mouth was on their dick.

“No.” Evan leaned forward and kissed him, the hard, uncoordinated kiss of a man about to come. He drew back again. He was breathing heavily, his expression so serious. “I love you.” Kyle’s chest tightened. Three little words he’d never wanted to hear from a man. He yanked Evan on top of him, their naked bodies touching all along their lengths, Evan’s hard, wet cock like a brand against his skin. “Say it again.”

The tension in Evan’s features softened. “I love you. Always have.” Kyle brought Evan to him and pressed their foreheads together. “I can do this, Ev. I know I can.”

Evan didn’t say anything right away. Then he slowly flashed a teasing smile. “You can give a blowjob?”

“Fucker.” He poked Evan in the side. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Evan returned the playful touches. They laughed and rolled around on the floor, turning it into a wrestling match. In short order, Evan was getting the better of him. Kyle said, “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to suck you off while I have my finger up your ass.” That did it. Evan stopped. He lay perfectly still on his back.

Kyle crouched over him. He looked into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen and said, “I can do this.” Then he slid down Evan’s body, sucked him into his mouth, and ran a wet finger along the crease of Evan’s ass. The first time he nailed his prostate, Evan cried out with his loudest response yet.

At this rate, they’d be lucky if they didn’t get an official letter banning them from ever taking the train again.

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Kyle snored softly, and Evan muffled a laugh. Kyle had always been able to fall asleep quickly. No matter where. No matter what else was going on. While Evan had been lying beside him for fifteen minutes, staring at Kyle, imagining what it would be like to go to sleep with him every night and wake up next to him every morning. Which made him feel like the teenager with a crush he’d once been.

He forced himself to focus on everything that had actually happened in the past few hours.

The sex had been so intense. He couldn’t remember it ever being like that for him.

Explosive. Primal. Like he was able to finally let go—to be himself—to give and take, to love and fuck and laugh. He hadn’t known sex could be like that.

He needed to think. How do you keep the most promiscuous man you’d ever known from walking away?

How do you make a life with someone who didn’t want the same things?

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad not to be a father. Kids were a lot of work, after all. Sasha had to be going nuts worrying about Rebecca. Oscar hadn’t come by to tell them they’d found her yet. Were all kids so dang difficult?

Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. His family might be smaller than he’d been thinking, but he’d have Kyle.

He sat up and took in the sight of Kyle again. The thin, blue blanket was barely covering his ass, leaving his back and arms and broad shoulders on display. Evan wanted to touch him everywhere so there was not one inch of Kyle’s skin he didn’t know by heart. But that had him back to feeling like his former teenage self with daydreams of a boyfriend taking him to the prom and telling him he loved him.

Kyle’s dark hair was sticking out all over. It had a more disheveled look than normal. Evan slid his fingers through the dark strands above Kyle’s ear, loving that it was he who’d given Kyle his signature just-fucked look this time.

The growl of his stomach distracted him. The dining car would be opening soon. Dinner in bed followed by more sex sounded good.

He carefully slid off the bed, washed up, got dressed, and headed out. At the end of the hall, Oscar and another train employee were talking. Oscar stood with his shoulders hunched forward, no toothy smile, no Santa hat. He looked exhausted.

“We need to stay calm,” he said. “If she did get off, you probably shut the door, and she’s waiting outside. Have you checked yet?”

“That’s where I was going,” the other man said. He headed for the door at the far end of the car. “Like this isn’t already the train ride from hell, being stuck out here, running low on everything. Now this kid.”

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“Rebecca?” Evan asked as he hurried toward the two men.

Oscar jumped at the sound of Evan’s voice.

“She’s still missing? Did she get off the train?”

“Someone spotted her five minutes ago,” Oscar said. “She was running down the aisle of one of the coach cars, but we haven’t seen her again. I’m sure she’s fine. We’re just trying to think of everything. We’ll find her. Don’t you worry.” He turned back to the other employee and said, “You have to go look. Now.”

“I know. Damn, I liked this job.” They moved into the vestibule, and Evan followed through the dining and observation cars. They reached the first coach car and stopped. Sasha was in the aisle. Two train employees had a hold of her by the upper arms. She was screaming to be let go, trying to make her way to the stairs that led to the nearest exit.

The train’s conductor, a short, round man wearing a blue blazer and matching tie with the standard conductor’s hat, was speaking to her. He had his hands on his hips, a phone and two-way radio hung from a belt visible under the blazer. “Ma’am, I’m here to help you, but she could not have gotten off the train.”

“I know she got off. She wanted to see if there are more cabins out there. She’s been talking about them since we stopped.”

“I assure you, she couldn’t have gotten the door open on her own.”

“Well…” the train employee next to Oscar said.

The conductor looked his way. “Well what?”

“I had the door open right after she was spotted. You said to check the drifts along that car.

I was distracted for a moment, and I think…”

“What?”

“She could’ve slipped by me.”

“Dammit. Did you check outside?”

“It just occurred to me she might have gotten out. I was on my way to look now.” The conductor pointed to the steps that led to the main door for the car. “You and Oscar go. Look for footprints.”