Trial and Error

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Throughout the hearing, Clint Reese caught himself staring at the opposing attorney, Jonathon Williams--staring hard. Every time he jerked his gaze away, he couldn’t help but glance back again, checking out the man’s ass or the front of his pants. The thing was, the two men had only recently managed civility when forced to spend time together. He couldn’t keep staring at him, no matter how sexy he was…and today, he was too damned sexy by far. Eventually, Clint fixed his eyes on the jury box in order to keep his eyes fixed on something safe. The other lawyer could make of it whatever he wanted. Though vacant, the chairs were polished oak, upholstered in an attractive dark fabric. Yeah, it was an empty block of upscale group seating, but it didn’t feature Williams’ pretty face, and that was a major advantage just now. When the judge called a halt to the day’s proceedings, Clint hurriedly gathered his materials and shuffled them into his briefcase, intending to make a quick getaway. The longer he was around the tall, dark, and fit lawyer, the more turned on he was going to get. He was getting hard just thinking about that muscled body and those deep blue eyes. Between back-to-back trial motions, depositions, and all-night, fact-finding cram sessions, not to mention more paperwork than a man should have to endure in a year, it had been weeks since he’d had time to seek out a partner for sex. And, God help him, right now Williams looked very good to him. Who was he kidding? Williams always looked good to him. The guy was adorable, no question. Clint thanked the judge, nodded curtly to Williams, and left the courtroom post haste. His short-term plan was to put as much distance between himself and the other man as possible. It was the weekend. He had some time off coming to him. Maybe he could give his law partner’s secretary a call. She looked nothing like Williams. Then again, maybe he could have a tumble with his partner; he looked quite a bit more like Williams. Clint shuddered, trying to suppress his body’s need. This time, however, it just wouldn’t be denied. He needed one thing, and one thing only; sex with... okay, two things, hours of sex, and Jonathon William’s sweet face in his sights when he finally found release. He’d almost made it down the hall before Jonathon caught up with him at the elevator. Damn, this was going to go badly. No way could it go well, no way at all.

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They stood shoulder to shoulder, both looking at the elevator doors as if willing them to open faster. “Did I do something to you? Offend you somehow?” Williams ask after a silent moment. He’d obviously picked up on the vibes in the courtroom. “No, you’re fine,” Clint answered. He stole a glance sideways. Jonathon was frowning. Great, now he really had Williams’ suspicions raised. Clint let his gaze travel the length of the tall, beautiful male body next to him, unable to look away. He shuddered again and turned away. “Are you all right?” Jonathon asked with concern. His hand landed warmly on Clint’s shoulder. That warmth went straight to his groin. Wetting his lips, Clint nodded, not trusting himself to speak. For gods’ sake, why this man? He’d actually heard him proclaim himself to be addicted to women. And the warm grip on his shoulder radiated heat, down his arm and through his body, emanating from Jonathon Williams... A small croak escaped his throat, and he coughed to cover it up. “You think you’re coming down with something?” Jonathon murmured. And why did this guy have to be so damned decent? Worse than that, why did Clint have to want him so much? One warm hand reached to cover his forehead, tilting his head back and his face up. “You feel a little warm. Maybe you have a fever…” Clint stared up into the inky blue eyes. Why not? They trusted one another, more or less. It could work. Clint coughed again. “Um, not sure,” his voice certainly sounded husky. “Could be a bug I picked up.” “You are going home, aren’t you?” Jonathon asked, his voice deepening with worry. Clint nodded, unable to look away from those beautiful, beautifully concerned eyes. “You shouldn’t be alone.” Oh how troubled that smooth voice was. Fighting the urge to melt at his feet, Clint answered, “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” “Well, if you’re sure.” Jonathon was uneasy, so obviously worried about him. That by itself was an aphrodisiac. “Yes. Fine,” Clint insisted. They continued to stare at one another, Clint drowning in those indigo eyes. The elevator arrived and they stepped into the empty car together. As the doors whispered shut, Clint set his briefcase on the floor, walking forward to Williams who had stopped to stand near the far wall. Moving just inside Williams’ personal space, forcing him to pull back slightly, Clint spoke softly, “I have to do this, Jonathon. I really hope you don’t hit me.” He did… he had to do it and he really hoped the larger man didn’t belt him one for it. Reaching up to slide his fingers around the back of Jonathon’s head, silky dark hair sliding through them, Clint pulled him down into the kiss. He resisted 5

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at first, his free hand clutching at Clint’s arm, trying to break loose, but Clint held on, working his tongue into Jonathon’s mouth, pressing his lips hard against his. The other man froze for an infinite moment. Would he be outraged? Would he join in? Clint continued to enjoy the pleasure while he had it. Abruptly, Jonathon started kissing back. He flung his own briefcase aside and wrapped his arms around Clint’s body, committing himself fully. He met each thrust of Clint’s tongue with a stroke of his own, sucking and caressing. They only broke apart when the need for air became too much to ignore. Panting, Jonathon gasped, “Why?” “Shut up, Jonathon. Just go with it.” With that, he pulled the taller man back into his arms. Clint shoved one leg between both of Jonathon’s, pressing his thigh against the ridge he found there. He snaked a hand down between their bodies and cupped the hardness. He lightly caressed Jonathon’s balls with the tips of his fingers earning a moan. Jonathon’s hips surged forward, and for one timeless moment, the two men pushed against each other, bodies rubbing together in a dance of passion. It was too much, too fast. If they kept this up they were both going to come in their pants. Clint released him, stepping back until he felt the opposite wall. He hung onto the railing to steady himself. The other lawyer looked none too collected either. “You’re not sick,” he accused, sounding almost pouty. Clint shook his head trying hard not to grin. He was so damned cute; it just couldn’t be legal. As soon as the elevator doors opened on the main floor, Clint exited hurriedly and headed for the parking lot. He was at his car before he looked back. Whatever the other man chose to do with his burgeoning passion would be up to him. Jonathon got into his own car just as Clint slipped behind the wheel. Clint left the parking lot first. Checking the rear view mirror for traffic, he wasn’t really surprised to see Jonathon swing his vehicle around and follow him. Clint allowed himself a small smile and drove towards his home. The other man followed close behind him for every mile. **** He parked in his assigned space, turned off the ignition, and got out. Williams parked on the street. They met at the door of the apartment building, neither man saying a word. They didn’t even look at each other. Clint opened the door, wondering what his associate was thinking, and silently ushered the other man inside. Ever the gracious host, Clint let Jonathon cross the threshold before he turned him and crushed him against the nearest stationary surface. They met in a fierce kiss that should have drawn blood. He had Jonathon up against the door, attacking with lips and teeth and tongue. Jonathon pressed back, punishing with

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his own mouth. Wrenching away. Clint shrugged his coat off, tossing it across the back of a nearby chair. A hunch of his shoulders and he was out of his suit jacket, his hands slipping down to his belt. Williams’ hooded eyes dropped to follow what Clint was doing and stepped forward to assist. He pushed Clint’s hands away so he could slide the belt free of its loops. While he slipped the fastener open on the pants, Clint shifted Williams’ jacket off his shoulders and then tugged the tie loose, up and off. He made short work of the other lawyer’s tailored shirt. Jonathon’s pants quickly dropped to the floor as Clint stepped out of his, shoes following. There they stood. Williams was in just his boxers, while Clint wore his shirt and tie, but no pants. Both of them scraped their socks off at the same time, grinning and red-faced. Clint let his gaze cover every inch of Williams’ body that he could see. When he glanced up and noticed that Jonathon’s hungry stare was riveted on him, Clint held out a hand. “Bedroom,” he forced through his dry throat, hand in the air, waiting. Jonathon took it, his grip tight, and followed, but with each step he began slowing down, his grip tightening. Clint stopped, turning to look at him. “Have you ever been with a man, Jonathon? “No,” he whispered, the sound thin in the sudden quiet. Clint leaned into Jonathon until they were inches apart. “It’s better,” he whispered back, stretching up to brush his mouth against Jonathon’s. He moved back, tugging on the other man’s hand again. “Come on,” he murmured. He couldn’t let Jonathon get away, just couldn’t give it up. “Go slow,” Jonathon entreated, his voice low. It wasn’t exactly a plea, but Clint heard the anxiety in the voice. “Okay, that’s okay. We can slow it down.” Jonathon let Clint lead him down the short hallway into the bedroom. When he hesitated just inside, Clint turned and put his hands against the muscled chest. He gently pushed the taller man backward until Williams’ legs met the edge of the bed, causing him to sit down hard. He pushed again until Jonathon went back, allowing Clint to kneel and then straddle him. Jonathon wriggled himself up and across the bed, stopping when his head rested on the pillows. Crawling along with him, Clint sat back on his conquest’s tight muscled thighs. He held Jonathon’s gaze and slowly began undoing the knot in the tie he still wore, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt. By the time he was nude, the other man was staring, openly. Jonathon reached and ran his hands up Clint’s arms, feeling his way over the biceps, and pausing at his shoulders before coming back down over his chest. His warm palms stopped to cover Clint’s sensitive nipples, gently circling until they stood erect. Clint’s eyes fluttered shut and he arched into the touch with a groan, needing more, wanting more of the same. The other man stilled and Clint opened his eyes, surprising a look of wonder on Jonathon’s face. 7

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“I made you do that,” Jonathon whispered. “Yes. You did.” The clear delight evident in Jonathon’s smile touched Clint more deeply than he could have imagined. He wasn’t particularly vain about his looks, but he did work out so that his stomach remained flat and taut. He knew he was as attractive, in his way, as the man who shifted impatiently between his thighs. He wasn’t beautiful the way that Jonathon was, so painfully perfect that it almost hurt to look at him, but Clint was handsome in a hard way. Leaning forward, he lightly ran his hands over Jonathon’s body. He discovered that trailing his fingertips down Jonathon’s sides caused him to shift minutely. “Ticklish?” he purred, arching a brow. “No,” Jonathon’s clipped reply and uneasy look begged that Clint not pursue his curiosity. “Okay.” Clint let it go. For the time being. “Let’s get these off,” he said quietly, curling his fingers under the waistband of the other man’s soft cotton shorts and drawing them down. “Lift up.” Jonathon raised his hips off the bed, allowing Clint to quickly strip his boxer shorts down and away. Both men equally naked now, he resumed his place on top of Jonathon, straddling him just below the knees. Leaning down, he laid a warm kiss inside Jonathon’s thigh. The skin twitched. He kissed him on the inside of the other leg and was rewarded with a small groan. Clint began licking and sucking his way up the other man’s shin, knee, and thigh, savoring the flavor along the way. By the time his nose was buried in the thick hair at the groin, Jonathon was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow. His fingers tangled in Clint’s hair, trying to force him to put his mouth where it was needed most. Clint shook the strong hands off and crawled up to engage him in a brief, but deep, kiss. He turned nearly all the way around at Jonathon’s side, kissing and licking his way back down to his new lover’s flat stomach. He paused momentarily to go back and suck on each nipple, eliciting a low groan from Jonathon, and then continued his journey down. Back where he’d been before the kiss, though facing in the opposite direction, Clint nipped and tugged at the wiry dark hair. That was apparently what Jonathon needed to shake his stupor and join in. He put both hands on Clint’s hips, urging him to plant a knee on either side of his head. Now they were in the standard sixty-nine position. Jonathon stroked Clint’s buttocks and thighs, and that felt so good, exploring his cleft with questing fingers. Every touch tingled and sent shockwaves up and down his spine, and making it increasingly difficult for Clint to concentrate on what he was doing. Clint had his mouth around Jonathon’s throbbing erection when he felt his own cock being licked from tip to base. Such a shock, he nearly bit down when the other man took him into his hot mouth and sucked hard. 8

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Letting Jonathon’s cock slip out of his mouth so that he could look back between his own legs, he opened his mouth to speak. Seeing Jonathon with his cheeks billowing and his mouth full of his aching, hot hard on was almost too much for him. Jonathon pointed between his legs, his brows drawing together in a slight frown. Grinning, Clint took the rigid cock in hand once again and resumed sucking and pumping, wholeheartedly committed. How was it that this man, a virgin with men, seemed so good at what he was doing? They developed a rhythm with Jonathon sucking and pumping in counterpoint to Clint. When his hips began lifting, Clint held him down. He found himself moving his own hips, wanting to thrust deep, but forced himself to stop. It was difficult enough to suck cock for the first time without having the other guy fuck you in the mouth. He wanted to last, to drag this first encounter out, but when Williams groaned loudly and shot his load down Clint’s throat, he couldn’t help but cum right along with him. Weakly, he sat up, licking his lips. Turning, he saw Jonathon dragging his hand across his own mouth and chin, a sticky rope of semen clinging to it. Smiling somewhat sheepishly, Jonathon said, “I wanted to swallow, but there was so much.” Lying down next to him, Clint groaned, “It’s been so damned long since the last time I got laid.” He reached over and wiped a fingertip across the elegant chin, gathering a stray drop of cum on it, and licking it off. He didn’t realize what he’d said until he felt Jonathon tense up beside him. “Hey,” he said softly, moving his head onto the same pillow as Jonathon who turned to look at him. “I only meant that I had a lot stored up.” Their faces were inches apart. It was impossible not to see the doubt in Jonathon’s expression. “So you didn’t pick me just because I was the only other person on the elevator?” Clint rolled over onto his back. “If you hadn’t gotten on the elevator I would have gone looking for someone else. You should know, though,” he looked at his bed partner again, “the reason I was so worked up in the first place was because of you. Hour after hour of that hearing, all I wanted to do was try not to jump your bones.” “Oh.” Williams absorbed that, but then shook his head. “I still can’t believe what we just did.” “You followed me home.” “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I wanted it. I just didn’t fully realize until I got here what it was I wanted. Talk about thinking with your dick!” he laughed. Jonathon initiated the kiss this time. It was sweet, almost chaste. Clint got off the bed. Jonathon sat up, uncertainty clear on his face. “Where are you going?” “Nowhere. Move over so I can pull the covers down.” “You want me to stay?”

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He glanced over his shoulder at the other lawyer. “Are you usually this insecure?” It was sweet in a way, though cause for concern, nonetheless. Clint didn’t want to break his heart or something. “I’ve never been the girl before,” Jonathon mumbled That made Clint laugh. “You’re not the girl this time, either. For that matter, neither am I.” He pulled blankets up and the two men shifted around, trying to get comfortable. Jonathon’s breathing began to even out and grow deeper as Clint felt sleep tug him under, each man on his own side of the bed. **** When Clint awoke, it was dark in the bedroom. The digital readout on the bedside clock told him that six hours had passed. His stomach growled hungrily, reminding him that hadn’t eaten any supper. He started to get up, ready to go find food, but the arm around his chest held him fast, and his left leg was tangled with two others. The arm and the legs were hairy and male. Jonathon Williams. It all came back to him in a rush. Jonathon Williams was spooning tight behind him. Clint lay still for a moment. He enjoyed this, even though, usually, he was the one on the outside of the embrace, the holder, not the man being held. His back was very warm, pressed as it was against Jonathon’s chest, the light dusting of hair tickling his shoulder blades. He concentrated on following the warmth downward, and felt Jonathon’s erection prodding him in the lower back. Just a little shift and…yeah…there. Shifting just to the left made it slide sideways to rest between his ass cheeks. He moved back a bit, trapping it between their bodies. Jonathon stirred in his sleep and pressed even closer, his arm tightening its hold. Clint moved experimentally, trying to get that cock right where he wanted it, knowing that if Jonathon was awake he most likely wouldn’t go along with the plans Clint had for him, would he? The hard tip poked him very close to the place that ached for it. Clint reached around below and grasped Jonathon’s cock, bringing it closer, wanting it just there. “What are you doing?” Williams spoke directly into his ear, warm breath tickling, but he sounded uneasy. “Getting frustrated,” Clint joked, releasing his prize, he didn’t want the other man to be uncomfortable. Jonathon pulled back, removing his arms from around him, withdrawing one to rest on top of the comforter and tucking the other hand under his pillow. Clint turned over to face him. They just looked at one another. Neither knew what to say. Finally, Williams, presumably unable to stand the silence, while Clint could remain quiet for a very long time, mumbled, “Sorry about that.” “Why are you apologizing?” Clint was curious. “Getting a hard on? It’s natural, you know that.” 10

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A rush of color flushed Jonathon’s face, causing Clint to take note. Williams was a bit on the bashful side, it seemed. “No, um...” he ducked his head and Clint felt something melt a little inside. Oh how he didn’t want to fall for this guy…he waited. “Um, I’m sorry for holding you like that…in my sleep, you know?” “It was nice.” “You didn’t mind?” He still sounded uneasy, though. Raising a hand, Clint drifted his fingertips along Jonathon’s cheekbone, for some reason, causing the other man to flinch. “Shh.” Was that confusion on Jonathon’s face? He drew back and then rolled over, swinging his legs out from under the covers, and got out of bed. Clint watched him walk away, admiring the tight, naked ass. Jonathon went into the bathroom, and paused just inside the door without looking back. “I’m taking a shower,” he stated, sounding very final in his declaration. “Help yourself,” Clint replied mildly, absurdly pleased that Jonathon was showing some of his true self. The uncertainty from before was unnerving, not like the man he knew at all. Yes, he wanted to learn things about Jonathon that others didn’t know, things just for himself, of course he did. Still, he didn’t want to lose those most attractive features, the sexy self-assurance, even arrogance that Jonathon wore like a comfortable sweater. The door closed. Clint waited until he heard the shower start up. He grinned to himself and got out of bed, moving to the door. He wouldn’t let this golden opportunity slip away, he determined, listening for the sound of the shower door sliding open and then closed. When it happened he went into the bathroom. The body inside the shower stall was a blurry shape on the other side of the glass. A vague yet beautiful shape, enticing him. Clint watched as Jonathon stepped under the spray; yes, time to make his move. He slid the glass door back and stepped into the tub behind Jonathon. Surprised, Jonathon spun around, almost losing his footing on the slippery bottom of the tub. Reaching out automatically, Clint caught him by the elbow and steadied him. When he saw how uncomfortable the other man was he released him. Jaw tight, Jonathon gritted, “I’d like to shower alone.” “What’s the fun in that?” Clint asked. “We had our fun. I just want to shower and go.” Disappointed, Clint flicked his gaze down between Jonathon’s legs. It was hard to miss the erection nearly at full mast. “Wouldn’t you rather leave here satisfied?” A gambit, but under the circumstances, not terribly risky. Jonathon seemed angry, maybe confused or frustrated, causing his voice to shake, “Why are you doing this?” he demanded.

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“I think the answer is evident.” Clint made a vague gesture toward his middle. His cock was brushing his belly. Of course it was; wet or dry, Jonathon Williams was sex personified. Jonathon followed the motion with his eyes, and then jerked his stare back up to Clint’s face. “What’s the problem, Jonathon?” Clint asked. “You were okay with this earlier.” “I thought this was just about sex.” Puzzled, Clint answered, “It is. What are you getting at?” “You…um, you touching me that way.” “What way? When I thought you were sleeping and grabbed your dick?” He really didn’t get it. If Williams wanted sex without them touching private parts, he wasn’t sure how they were going to accomplish it. There were ways, though, he smiled to himself; there were always ways. “No. When you touched my face.” Clint stared. Ahh… yes, he understood it now. “You don’t want the intimacy?” “It should just be sex.” “Why? Is it because I’m a man? You don’t like that part of it, unless it’s with a woman? I happen to like the intimacy. I also like,” he moved closer, “kissing.” He leaned up and brushed his lips against Jonathon’s the way he had earlier even before they’d gotten as far as the bedroom. “And I think you like it, too,” he murmured, drawing back. “You are good at it, you know.” An ounce of praise goes a long way, after all--and well-deserved praise it was, too. Jonathon stared down at him. Groaning, he gathered Clint up, jerked him close, really, and bent. His mouth covered Clint’s, caressing, stroking over his lips. The kiss went on, running the gamut from aggressive, to exploratory, Clint allowing his own tongue to play as he melted against the tall, firm body. “You’re good at it, too,” Jonathon rasped out when they took a breath. “So good…” Winding one arm around Jonathon’s neck brought Clint’s body tight against the taller man. His aching arousal rubbed into the thicket of hair between Jonathon’s legs, grazing the hard length. Shoving his pelvis forward, Clint made it happen again. A low groan escaped one of them. It could have been him, maybe Jonathon; it didn’t matter. “Still have regrets?” he whispered. His free hand was on Jonathon’s hip, the fingers walking across wet skin to cup one tight, rounded buttock. He used the motion to pull Jonathon closer. In response, Jonathon surged against him, electricity, need making them both weak. “Slowly. We have all the time we need,” Clint soothed. Stepping back, he reached for the bar of soap. Keeping his gaze locked with Jonathon’s, he raised lather in the palms of his hands, then began to soap circles across Jonathon’s chest and arms. His eyelids falling half-shut, the taller tilted 12

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his head back when Clint’s hand ventured across his abdomen. Watching him, Clint had to get behind Jonathon and soap his back, needing more, wanting to run his hands everywhere. Making a small noise of dissatisfaction low in his throat, Jonathon dutifully turned around when urged to do so. Clint reached down and covered Jonathon’s legs with sudsy foam, going down on the outside and coming back up on the inside, caressing his inner thighs. The side of his hand brushed against Jonathon’s balls, making the other man hiss. Clint did it twice, ratcheting up Jonathon’s desire, making that bobbing cock throb, refusing to touch. “Sorry.” Glaring, Jonathon said, “Sure you are. Give me the soap.” Clint gave it up willingly; what would Jonathon do? He was more than eager to find out. Jonathon seemed to be unaware of his regard and began producing a thick lather on a loofah sponge. He placed the soap back in its holder. Then he surprised Clint by gently rubbing the loofah over Clint's back. The steady circular motion had its effect, relaxing him. He leaned on the wall and closed his eyes while Jonathon washed him clean. After taking care of the tense back muscles, Jonathon administered to Clint's front and his legs. Setting the long sponge aside he slowly circled the groin, and then delved between Clint's legs with his bare soapy hand to roll the balls in his fingers. Clint sucked in a ragged breath and spread his legs farther apart, putting much of his weight on his hands against the wall. The attention down there had an expected effect. He was erect and aching and hoping that Jonathon was going to do something about it. Jonathon did do something. He washed away the soap and then knelt in front of Clint. The fact that he hesitated before doing more than slide his hands up the muscular thighs told Clint that Jonathon had never done what he was going to do but he wanted to do it anyway, and Clint really hoped he would do it soon. Licking his lips, Jonathon took Clint into his mouth. The heat of that orifice nearly made Clint come immediately. It wasn't going to take much to finish this. Jonathon used his lips and tongue, learning what was best from the little moans and gasps Clint was making. He dropped one hand to clutch at Jonathon's head and then his shoulder, squeezing while he tried to communicate with incomprehensible words that he was going...to...come. He shot his load down Jonathon's throat and Jonathon heroically swallowed as much as he could. When Jonathon stood up to support Clint, whose legs were nearly too shaky to keep him upright, Clint swiped at the trickle of semen on his chin. "Sorry," Clint whispered. "I did try to warn you." "It's okay. It's actually not that bad." Then Jonathon stretched up to kiss him and Clint tasted himself on the other man's lips. “Thank you,” Clint murmured, fighting a smile. “I’m glad it’s not that bad.”

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Jonathon’s expression showed that he was pleased he’d made Clint come yet something wasn’t quite right. Glancing down, Clint saw Jonathon’s unrelieved erection straining between them. “Let me take care of that.” His hands on the lean body, he dropped to his knees. Keeping one hand on Jonathon’s hip, he gripped the rock hard organ in his other hand. Glancing up, he noticed Jonathon steady himself against the wall. After a slight hesitation, Jonathon dropped one hand to rest lightly in Clint’s hair. His fingers moved, urging Clint to do something. “God, Clint! Hurry up!” He was watching with both eyes wide open. Licking the vein underneath seemed to make Jonathon happy, so he did it again before taking the other man fully into his mouth. He sucked him in deeply, working his length with his hand and his tongue. Jonathon tried not to thrust but couldn’t completely stop himself. Clint let him do it, moving his head in rhythm with Jonathon, but keeping him from getting too wild by holding his hips. Jonathon was still watching, an unreadable expression in his eyes as he gazed down at the man in front of him. It took less than a minute and Jonathon froze, hot seed gushing down Clint’s throat. Clint swallowed it all, enjoying the particular salty, musky flavor. When Jonathon was spent, his softening cock slipped out and Clint stood up. Jonathon looked a bit worn around the edges. “Let’s get out of here. The water’s getting cold,” Clint murmured, making sure they both rinsed off well, and then he twisted the faucet knobs, shutting off the water. They emerged from the shower stall and quickly toweled off. Clint took a fluffy white robe off the hook on the back of the door and pulled it on. As he tied it closed, Jonathon asked, “Do you have another robe, or are you going to make me walk around in a towel?” He had knotted the towel around his hips. Clint considered the question, deciding to answer it honestly. “I’d rather you not wear anything.” He would rather Jonathon not wear anything. No doubt his expression bore that out. Jonathon seemed unsure how to take that and settled for looking pleased. Clint thought that maybe he just wasn’t used to another man coming on to him yet, a fact that surprised him. “I’ve got another robe you can wear,” Clint relented, turning back the way they’d come. “How short is it?” Williams asked, following him into the bedroom. “I’m not going to wear something that barely covers my ass.” “I’m surprised, Jonathon. You sound like you think I would actually do something like that to you.” Clint smiled slightly because that was actually a stellar idea. “Just being careful. I never know what you’ll do.” Pulling the terry cloth robe out of the closet, Clint handed it over. Jonathon put it on. It hung to his knees. “Thanks,” he said gratefully. 14

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Clint was sure that, if he found the situation surreal, no doubt Jonathon found it doubly so. “I’m starving. We seem to have missed dinner. You want anything?” Clint headed for the kitchen with Jonathon following. “Dinner?” Jonathon glanced at the wall clock. “It’s closer to breakfast now.” “I can make breakfast.” “Just as long as it’s edible.” “Sit. Stay out of my way.” Clint ordered, moving to the fridge and pulled out eggs, flour, and milk. Working efficiently, he soon had the table set and pancakes underway. When everything was ready he took the plates to the table where he already had powdered sugar, syrup and jam waiting. “Eat,” he ordered, his own stomach as demanding as his cock had been hours before. Laughing, Jonathon said, “We’re down to monosyllables now?” “Yes.” Clint smiled and bit into a forkful of fluffy flapjacks. They ate in silence, both of them needing to replenish the energy they’d expended. Finally Jonathon set his fork down on his empty plate. “Excellent.” “Thanks.” When Clint got up to put the dishes in the sink, the other man picked up his own plate and followed. “So, now what?” He leaned back against the counter, putting his hands at his sides. “You sucked me off twice and you fed me. What do we do for an encore?” “I’ve got a few ideas.” Clint rinsed off their plates, then left them in the sink. “I’m sure that you do.” Jonathon was more at ease than he’d been since they had started this encounter. Clint was relieved. It meant now he wouldn’t have to work so hard. Just as he was thinking that, Jonathon lifted his right hand and began playing with the damp, curling hair on the back of Clint’s head. He twisted one strand around his fingers. Clint turned his rubbed his cheek against Jonathon’s hand. “You’re kind of a tactile guy, aren’t you?” Jonathon commented. Clint shrugged. “I guess I am.” He couldn’t help it, he liked the other man’s touch. Was there anything wrong with that? He dried his hands on a towel then put his arms around Jonathon’s waist and leaned on him, his face tilted up slightly. Jonathon wrapped one long arm around him, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand. “Like a big ol’ kitty cat, huh?” he murmured, his eyes warm on Clint. Bending his head, Jonathon touched his lips to Clint’s. They spent a few moments softly kissing, deeply, languidly, just kissing. “I could get used to that. The kissing, I mean,” Jonathon breathed against Clint’s mouth. And Clint knew he, too, could easily get used to that. 15

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“Good.” Clint kissed him again, and then drew back reluctantly, sensing something through the kiss. He studied Jonathon’s face. “I think we need to talk. You look like you have something on your mind.” He took Jonathon’s hand in his, leading him to the living room. They sat on the couch. Clint pulled one leg up under himself so that he sat facing Jonathon. He didn’t speak, knowing that Jonathon would say what he wanted when he was ready. Jonathon studied his hands in his lap then the paintings on the wall. Finally, with his eyes fixed on the baby grand piano, he asked, “How long have you been, um…” he let the sentence trail off. Clint knew what he’d been about to ask. It didn’t that a giant leap to figure it out. “How long have I been sleeping with men?” “Yeah.” “Let’s see. I lost my virginity to an older woman when I was sixteen. In fact, we both gave our cherries to the same cause. We were friends all through high school. When I was almost eighteen, I found myself attracted to her twenty-year old brother. He liked me, too, so we found a place where we could be alone. After that, I guess you could say that nature took its course.” “So, what about those blushing beauties I’ve seen you with?” “I like men and women. I’m bi. Anything else you want to know?” “Sorry,” Jonathon said. “I don’t mean to be nosey. Just trying to understand.” “Well, what about you? No secret attractions?” Clint really didn’t think so, but figured he’d ask, anyway. “I…uh, no. Not really.” “Not even for me?” Clint tried to see into Jonathon’s downcast eyes. Jonathon looked up, realized that Clint was teasing, and said, “Not that I was aware of…until yesterday.” “Relax, Jonathon. I caught you by surprise. It’s normal to be confused now.” He smiled slightly, the whole thing was so far-fetched. He couldn’t believe Jonathon was even here right now. “Its just, if you weren’t attracted to me, sexually, I mean, we wouldn’t be here now…You know what I mean?” “I guess I got that much, anyway. I just never realized it, that’s all. It’s blowing me away…that came out wrong,” he blushed. Clint laughed wryly, “Yeah, blowing you away and me, too. Don’t worry, I’ll help you through this.” “Good, I was sort of hoping you would.” He sounded a bit breathy and relieved. Clint stood up and held out his hand. “Let’s go to bed.” “I don’t think I can do it again this soon.” He looked worried again. Laughing, Clint said, “I just meant we can go back to sleep.” He yawned. “Later, we’ll do it all again later.” Jonathon accepted the proffered hand. “In that case, yeah, let’s go back to bed.”

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They took turns brushing their teeth in the bathroom, Jonathon using a new toothbrush that Clint gave him. They settled into bed again, instinctively moving to the middle of the bed so that they lay skin next to skin, completely opposite of how they’d been the night before. Just as Clint’s eyes began to close, his cheek resting against Jonathon’s shoulder, he heard the other man murmur, “What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?” “What we’ve been doing is fine with me.” “Good.” **** The second time they awoke it was late in the afternoon. Clint opened his eyes to find Jonathon stroking him from chest to belly with the flat of his palm. Rolling over, Clint got on top of Jonathon and laid full length on him. He rubbed his groin against Jonathon’s. The man under him groaned as they slid together, his eyes shutting. “Look at me, Jonathon. I want to see your eyes when you come.” Clint rose up on his hands, thrusting harder. He opened his eyes and kept them fixed on Clint’s as their cocks slid together. He grabbed Clint by the arms, holding on. His knees were raised and heels braced into the mattress as he thrust upward, against Clint. “I can’t stop…I’m going to come!” Jonathon nearly wailed. “Let it happen…” Clint struggled to keep the rhythm smooth, but it was getting wilder. Jonathon gushed a white stream between them. Seeing that made Clint climax, too, and his seed mingled with Jonathon’s all over their chests. Lowering himself on shaking arms, Clint licked one big swipe through the sticky mess. His chest heaving, Jonathon said, “Now look what you made me do. We need another shower.” Grinning, Clint said, “Good thing I paid my water bill.” In the shower they got frisky again. Clint made Jonathon stand against the wall and got down behind him. He pushed the legs apart and began exploring the area between them with his tongue. When he inserted it into that puckered opening, Jonathon bucked against the intrusion, crying out in surprise. Feeling around, Clint discovered that his partner was hard again. Looking down at himself, Jonathon gasped, “Damn! What the hell did you do? That felt good.” Clint put one hand on Williams’ cock and one on his own which was also mostly erect. With his tongue still probing Jonathon’s ass, he began to jerk the other man off. Jonathon pulled him to his feet, stopping him. “Lean against the wall. Put your hands up on it.”

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“What are you going to do, frisk me, do a cavity search?” Clint asked, even hoped. He now had his hands over his head and braced against the wall, his back exposed and his legs spread, and how naughty this felt, how thrilling. Jonathon slipped his soapy hands over Clint’s shoulders and down his arms, then came back to reached under, caressing his sides every rib cleansed. He skipped the middle and went directly to his legs, as Clint had done to him. Jonathon took his time washing Clint’s body. When the exploring hands got to his hips, sliding around to his ass, Clint was having a difficult time standing still. Jonathon lathered the firm, rounded skin, before putting his hands between Clint’s legs. He touched the heavy sac, massaging gently at first, then working it with intent. It forced Clint to plant his feet more solidly or his knees were going to buckle. Jonathon stepped up closely behind him so that their bodies touched, water from the overhead spray coursing down their backs. Reaching around, he took Clint’s cock in hand and soaped it from root to tip and back again. He did it again and again until Clint began thrusting in time with the sweeps of Jonathon’s hand. Williams’ cock rubbed up against Clint’s lower back then down. They rocked back and forth against each other, not quite fucking, their actions growing more frenzied. Clint was completely lost in the sensation of Jonathon’s hand pumping him and Jonathon’s cock pushing against his back. He kept thrusting into the makeshift channel, his balls getting hot. They had drawn tightly up against his body. He was so close. He came, yelling, spilling his seed over Jonathon’s hand. Some of it splattered against the shower wall. Seconds later, he felt Jonathon’s hot cum shoot up his back and between his shoulder blades. Clint sagged, holding himself upright through determination only. Jonathon wound an arm around his waist and held him while he descended from his orgasm. When he stopped trembling, he turned around in the embrace and kissed Jonathon fully on the lips. “What time of day is it anyway?” Jonathon murmured as they made their sleepy way back to Clint’s bed. “Why do you need to know?” Jonathon thought about it. “I guess I don’t need to know.” They grinned tiredly at the thought that it really didn’t matter at all. **** They lay quietly together in bed. Clint knew by the sound of Jonathon’s breathing that he was awake and had been for quite some time. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Jonathon.” He responded with a short, uncertain laugh. “I’m just having a hard time getting used to this. You and me.” Clint pulled himself up, so that his elbow rested on his pillow, his hand supporting the side of his head. He looked down at Jonathon. “It’s different, I know. I can understand how you’d be thrown by it.” 18

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“I like the sex. That part is great. Me having sex with another man… Sex with you,” he turned his head so that he could look at Clint, “is just, I don’t know. It’s weird that I’m even here with you considering our relationship is usually so antagonistic. Then there’s all the stuff we did the last couple of days. Hell, we haven’t set foot outside of your apartment. It’s been bed, shower, bed, eat, bed. The last time I had a weekend like this it was with a tall, big-breasted woman. You’re a good looking guy, Clint, but you’re not my usual type.” “Well, guess what, Jonathon? You’re not my usual type, either,” Clint grinned. “I’m not?” Williams sounded surprised, then grimaced. “God, that sounds so conceited.” Grinning, Clint answered, “Like I said, I go both ways.” Clint put his hand on Jonathon’s abdomen, and after a moment, ran his index finger up the other man’s breastbone, then followed the line of the collarbone. “But you were concerned about you and me.” “Well, concerned is a bit strong. I’d say that it was more like me wondering what the hell is happening here.” “Don’t worry, Williams,” Clint reassured, “I don’t want us to be boyfriends.” “That’s a relief,” Jonathon joked. “I notice that you haven’t even tried to leave since your little protest yesterday morning.” “Are you kidding? I’m between relationships right now. You’re the only option I have.” Clint found hat hard o believe, but the look on the other man’s face convinced him tat it was a fact. “Surely not the only one.” “Maybe not, but you’re certainly the best one I have right now. I won’t even try to deny it, Clint. I like sleeping with you. It’s been a real learning experience for me, and I’ve been getting a lot of hot sex out of it. What more could a guy ask for?” Clint studied Jonathon’s face, half-hidden in the shadows of the unlit room. Finally he said, “I have a request.” “Tell me.” “Let me fuck you.” “I thought that’s what we’ve been do… Oh. You mean…” he stopped, suddenly uncomfortable. “Hey,” Clint said softly. “It’s okay to say no. I won’t force you.” “Like you could,” Jonathon snorted. Clint was relieved to hear his tone. It meant that Jonathon wasn’t upset. “I really didn’t think you’d let me,” Clint shrugged, arms behind his head, comfortable. “So why did you ask if you could…?” Williams couldn’t even voice the words. “Because I’d like to do it. Never know when someone might say yes.” “I’m not saying yes.” “I got that.” 19

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“If you ask me again later, I still won’t say yes.” “Relax, Jonathon. I won’t ask again.” Clint rolled on his side and let his hand wander while they talked. Now it was under the covers and below Jonathon’s waist. “It would have to be your idea.” “It won’t be.” “All right.” Clint fingers closed on Jonathon’s half-erect cock, and tugged just enough to get his attention. Jonathon arched into it. “I’ll do just about anything else, though.” “Anything?” Clint continued to stroke and pull. “Uh, huh,” Jonathon grunted. Leaning in close, Clint let his warm breath drift over Jonathon’s face. Jonathon licked his lips then lifted his head off the pillow so that their mouths met. They clung in a long, sweet kiss, Jonathon’s hands coming up to stroke Clint’s back. Clint broke the kiss but remained leaning across Jonathon’s chest. He was close enough that he could read the expression in his lover’s eyes, and they were lovers, that much was so. “Will you fuck me?” Clint asked. Jonathon’s face didn’t change expression, but his eyes reflected his surprise. He hadn’t expected that question. “I would like it if you would do that,” Clint told him. “So formal,” Jonathon said, obviously playing for time. “It’s a big thing to ask of you,” Clint didn’t deny it. Jonathon nodded, his eyes locked with Clint’s. Clint understood that he wasn’t agreeing to do anything, just concurring that this was indeed a request of major proportions in Williams’ mind. “You like it when a guy does that to you?” “If it’s done by the right guy, yes.” The first words to come to Clint’s mind were “If its done right,” but he realized that would put unnecessary pressure on Jonathon. No one needed to deal with performance anxiety, especially not his bed partner. “I don’t know, Clint.” “Don’t worry about it. We can do other things.” Relieved, Jonathon said, “You do seem to have quite the repertoire.” “Lots of practice.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” When their conversation degenerated into monosyllables again, they traded kisses instead of words, their tongues engaging in a battle for dominance. Clint came up for air and climbed on top of Jonathon, straddling his hips so that Jonathon’s erection poked him from behind. He pushed back against it. When he felt the brunet tensing under him, he rose up and moved back so that he sat behind it. “Sorry.” 20

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“No, you’re not.” “No, I’m not,” Clint grinned. He wasn’t, not in the least. “Bastard.” “Ooo, I love it when you call me names.” “Shut up and get busy,” Jonathon ordered. Clint stared down at him, brow furrowing. “You could initiate something sometime, you know. Why do I have to do all the work?” “Because you’re the one who knows the ropes here. I’m just the student.” “Bull. You’re just lazy. You’re a smart man--you come up with something. You know what you like....” Clint got off him and returned to his side of the bed. He wasn’t really angry, and he believed Jonathon knew that. He just wanted to see what the other man would do. Wouldn’t hurt to get him riled up a bit. It might even be fun. He lay there waiting, wondering if Jonathon was even going to react, when Jonathon pretty much pounced on him. Clint just lay there staring up into Jonathon’s eyes as the other man grabbed him by the hips and jerked them up to meet his own. When Jonathon pushed his knee between Clint’s legs, Clint obliged by opening them further. Jonathon slid his right hand slowly down Clint’s belly, his fingers delving through the coarse pubic hair, his palm rubbing Clint’s balls until he left them alone to wind his fingers around the straining cock. He made a fist around it, and slowly pumped up and down the shaft. Clint thrust up into it. “Too slow,” he got out. The heat of Jonathon’s hand around his cock was making even more blood rush to that part of his body, leaving his mind struggling for coherency. “You want faster?” “Um, yeah.” Jonathon sped up his movements causing Clint to buck his hips even more. “Better?” His lips clamped together, Clint could only nod. “Excuse me? Can’t hear you.” Jonathon’s finger traced Clint’s lips and Clint sucked the digit in, trapping it between his teeth and swirling his tongue around the end. Jonathon stared down at him. Clint hoped he was getting the message. Finally, Jonathon withdrew the finger, and moved it to rest against Clint’s tiny opening. He ran it around the edge before slowly pushing it inside, through the ring of muscle and deeper. Jonathon’s expression was entranced by the reaction he got from Clint by doing that. Clint’s breathing changed. He pushed against the intrusion, loving the feel of the wet finger entering him. He tried to draw it in further by clamping down on it, but Jonathon pulled it out. Clint suppressed a moan at the loss of contact. Sitting up, Jonathon looked down at him. “You liked that.” “Yes.” Of course he did. He’d asked Jonathon to fuck him, hadn’t he? 21

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“You want me to do it again.” “Yes.” Oh, yes, he certainly would, and then some. Licking lips that appeared to be suddenly dry, Jonathon asked, “Would it be better if I used something? Might make it easier on you.” Not daring to think beyond the moment and what Jonathon was prepared to do, Clint rolled toward the drawer of the bedside table. Pulling it open, he withdrew a bottle of lubricant, and handed over. “Only if you want to.” Jonathon took the bottle and just held it. After a moment he squeezed some of the contents into the palm of his hands. “Helps to warm it up first.” Jonathon gave him a look of mock annoyance. “That much I knew.” “Just making sure,” Clint snarked, grinning. Jonathon held his hands together for a moment then put his finger where he’d had moments earlier. He worked it inside, gaining confidence as Clint pushed back against him again, making little sounds of pleasure. “More.” And more than that, Clint thought. He inserted a second finger and Clint felt himself being opened a bit more. He lifted his legs and spread his knees wide. “More.” Yes, more, more, more. “Christ, Clint. What more do you want?” Jonathon was a little shocked, seemingly uncertain. “Three.” Clint wasn’t in the least uncertain. Hesitating briefly, Jonathon slipped a third finger inside making Clint reflexively lift one leg over Jonathon’s shoulder. Jonathon glanced at it then leaned forward. He took Clint’s rigid cock into his mouth and sucked. Between the rear entry and the suction, Clint knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he was certainly going to enjoy himself while he could. Just when he felt his balls draw up close to his body, and he thought he was going to cum, Jonathon let Clint’s throbbing organ slide out of his mouth. “What? Where, what the?” “It’s okay.” “Easy for you to say.” Clint’s voice was strained. He really needed to cum, and struggled not to reach down and bring himself off. Jonathon clamped his fingers around the base of Clint’s cock, momentarily relieving him of his urgency. Jonathon coated the remaining lubricant from his hands onto his own cock, then got on his knees and brought the tip to the edge of Clint’s hole. With a rush of breath, he shoved inside. There he stopped, as the realization of where he was apparently caught up with him. The head of his shaft was inside Clint’s body. “Oh god.” “Um, Jonathon? You want to do something? Like now? You won’t get me pregnant, you know.”

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When Jonathon still didn’t move, Clint braced the foot he still had on the mattress, hooked the one over Jonathon’s shoulder tighter, impaling himself deeper. As Jonathon slid further in, he gasped, presumably at the incredible sensations he was experiencing. Clint thought maybe the heat they were generating was going to broil him from the inside out, but kept pushing. Jonathon instinctively picked up the rhythm and pushed with him. They thrust in and out, back and forth, increasing the pace, the only sounds those of their grunts, harsh breathing, and that of flesh slapping against flesh. At some point, Jonathon grasped Clint’s cock and started stroking it again. His face was a study in concentration as he tried to keep up both rhythms. His breathing was becoming irregular, his thrusts jerky and erratic, and Clint was grateful because he didn’t know how much longer he could keep going. As much as he thrilled to the feeling of the thick shaft driving in and out of his ass, he knew it would only take a few more strokes to send him over. Then Jonathon faltered, stopped moving altogether, and with a long, low groan, filled Clint with liquid heat. Clint cried out. He jerked his hips and covered his chest and stomach with pearly slick seed. Jonathon pulled out carefully, letting Clint’s leg fall away, and rolled over to lie on his back. Clint stayed where he was, spread eagled on the bed, and completely spent. “Oh, man,” Jonathon groaned. “You liked it?” “Unbelievable.” “I’ll take that to mean yes.” “Yes. And you?” “Yes, definitely yes,” Clint answered tiredly. After a while, they showered together, quickly and only to get clean. Returning to the bedroom they pulled the wrecked bed back into a semblance of normalcy, untangling the knot of sheets and covering up with them. Just as Clint was falling asleep, Jonathon rolled over and flung one arm over him. “Clint?” “Yes, Jonathon?” “You sure you won’t get pregnant?” “Go to sleep, Jonathon.” **** They were both on dates. Clint looked away from Layla seated across the table, chattering brightly. He had no reason to look away, but he did. On the other side of the restaurant Jonathon was just sitting down for dinner with his date, an attractive redhead. As Clint stared, and he knew he was staring but couldn’t stop, Jonathon glanced his way. Their eyes met. They acknowledged each other with slight smiles, returning their attention to their respective companions. 23

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“I do like kissing you,” Jonathon said against Clint’s lips. A thrill snaked up Clint’s spine. They were on dangerous ground, but he would ignore it. “Mm,” he agreed, Tightening his hold, winding his arms around Jonathon’s neck, and pulling him down with him onto the couch. They stretched out together, shifting around until they were comfortable, Jonathon’s weight pressing Clint into the cushions of the couch, his hand stealing under Clint’s sweater. He stroked the warm skin, his fingers finding a nipple and pulling on it until it stood erect. Clint bucked his hips, moaning into Jonathon’s neck. Jonathon shoved the sweater up until it came off over Clint’s head, his gaze lingering over the firm torso before returning to his lover’s face. Clint looked up into his eyes, and seeing the heat, the desire there just for him made him want Jonathon even more. His hands started moving then, stripping Jonathon of his clothing. As he lifted and pulled, they moved around on the couch with Jonathon ending up on his back and Clint, after removing his own pants and shorts, lying stretched full length on top. Jonathon’s hand stroked downward stopping between Clint’s legs to fondle the arousal pressing into his hip. Clint kept busy, nipping and nuzzling Jonathon’s neck. “What took you so long to come back, Jonathon?” he asked between worrying a satin earlobe with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. “A week is a long time.” “Wasn’t sure you wanted me back.” Clint lifted his head so he could see the other lawyer’s expression. “I didn’t think it would be right to encourage you to come back.” He put his hands on Clint’s chest and pushed him away. “Thanks a lot!” “No. It’s not what you’re thinking. I meant that, well, I could get used to having you in my bed on a regular basis. It’s probably not a good idea, though.” “Oh.” Jonathon’s anger faded. “Yeah. Not a good idea at all. I guess folks would talk.” “Maybe say we have a conflict of interest…” They stared at each other, suddenly more aware than ever that this evening could cause complications. Resting his weight on his elbows, Clint looked down at Jonathon’s full lips, then back up into his blue eyes. He shrugged, “Just one more time, who’ll know?” “I’m already here, after all…” “Getting dressed again, for no reason…” “…I mean, we’re already naked, might as well take advantage of it.” “Yeah,” Clint agreed. “Might as well.” He lowered himself back down so that they were touching in as many places as possible. Jonathon brought his hands up and buried them in Clint’s thick hair. The two men kissed hungrily for a few moments. They rubbed their groins together, luxuriating in the pleasure of the contact, simple yet filled with complexities. Finally, breathless, Jonathon broke off the kiss. “Clint, make love to me. I want to know what it was like when I did it to you.” “Make love…” Panting, Clint tried to wrap his dazed mind around what Jonathon was saying to him. “You want me inside you?” 25

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Desire flared in Jonathon’s eyes. “Yes. Please. Now.” Clint started to get up. “I’ll go get the lube.” Jonathon yanked him back down into his arms, and kissed him hard. Then he released him, saying, “Now you can go. Hurry, Clint. I…I need this” Clint looked back over his shoulder to see Jonathon sitting up to watch him walk away. Clint grinned and disappeared down the hall. He returned quickly carrying the lube and a big, thick towel. Jonathon looked at him, anxiety conflicting with desire on his features. “We don’t have to do this, Jonathon.” Clint set the bottle on the coffee table, watching as Jonathon’s eyes tracked his movement. He wanted to, oh how he wanted to, but he wouldn’t enjoy it if Jonathon didn’t. And when had that happened? He’d never been a bully, but sex was sex, right? Right? “No. I want to. How…where do you want me?” Clint breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Picking up several cushions, he handed over the towel telling Jonathon, “You can get on your stomach. Put these under yourself.” Jonathon arranged the cushions and lay on top of them, ending up on his belly but with his hips raised. Clint swallowed hard. The sight of a nude Jonathon Williams stretched out on his couch, his ass there for him to take as he pleased… This just wasn’t something he’d ever expected, not ever. His cock grew hard and harder still as he prepared himself, the banquet of beautiful, firm flesh displayed just for him enhancing the experience one hundredfold. He knelt on the couch between Jonathon’s legs, opening them wder. He massaged the quivering muscles of Jonathon’s lower back, kneading down over the globes of his so shapely ass and then up again, until he felt some of the tension leave. Carefully, he worked a coated finger around Jonathon’s opening, gradually sliding it in up to the first knuckle as soon as the muscles relaxed enough to let him inside. Then they clamped down on him. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he removed his finger, leaning over to place a light kiss on Jonathon’s shoulder blade. “Easy, love. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” Nodding against the pillow under his head, Jonathon said, “I know.” His voice shook only slightly. Clint stroked Jonathon’s back, attempting to soothe his nervousness. He kissed him again behind the ear, wrapping his arms around Jonathon’s middle, and just held him, his engorged cock resting in the parted cleft. After a few moments, Jonathon let out a deep breath. “I’m okay. I can do this. I really want to do this.” “Good.” Clint tightened his hold and released him to sit up. Very good. He wanted this more than he’d even realized. He tried again. This time when Jonathon let his finger inside, he pushed it all the way in and swiveled it around, introducing the new fullness and searching for the special button. When he found it, Clint pressed in close, and holding his 26

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