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“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Yeah, I know that now. And it was unfair to you. You deserve better than me.”

“Come here.” Tucker said, leaning in. Evan followed suit, and they kissed. “I want you. I want this. Any reluctance on my part has been my fear of losing you. But I decided tonight that I’d cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“I’m glad. I want it too, T.”

“I still regret not going to the police, though, especially since that bag turned up. Whoever Rick is, he knows you’re still here. I don’t like it.”

“I’ve been thinking about that, too. I think his returning the money shows that he’s not a crook, and that he’s either sorry for what he did, or afraid we’ll go to the authorities. I’m still gonna leave it alone.”

Tucker sighed, loud and long. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to. But maybe you should consider seeing a professional about–” Tucker reached and tapped Evan’s temple with his forefinger.

Evan grinned, his crystal blue eyes shimmering. “I think you’re all the therapy I need.”

“And I thought I was the stubborn one.”

They kissed again, slow and lingering. When they parted, Evan’s hand remained on Tucker’s chest. He caressed the firm flesh there, tracing a finger lower and around a nipple, concentric circles until he reached the tip where he did even tinier spirals.

“Mm.” Tucker stretched and shivered. “That feels unreal.”

“Does it?” Evan sat up, reached for the lube, and dolloped his palm. He dipped a thumb into the clear gel and used it as a brush to his other thumb and both forefingers. Tucker watched him, curious and quiet. Evan touched Tucker’s chest again. This time, he worked both of the nipples with an enhanced glide.

Tucker’s breath quickened, quickly going staccato. His eyes rolled. His head swayed. “Ooh. I never knew that could feel so good.”

“You like it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Good. Because the rest of this night is about you.”

Tucker’s eyes were still closed, but when he opened his mouth to protest, Evan silenced it with another kiss. He continued with the nipple-play, slipping one hand lower, past Tucker’s stirring cock. Tucker’s legs parted, allowing access, and Evan massaged the warm flesh there without ever breaking the kiss. Tucker’s body responded, his pelvis tilting to get closer to Evan’s slick fingers. Evan complied, reaching nearer Tucker’s entrance. When his longest finger found the dimple, Evan began circling it too, mirroring the action with his hand on the nipple, as if Tucker was a giant battery and Evan was testing the terminals at each end.

Tucker broke the kiss with an involuntary gasp, arching upward and trembling.

Evan was certain now that Tucker was fully charged. Had been all along. They were just going about things wrong.

“I’d like to go further,” Evan whispered, nuzzling Tucker’s cheek and lips. “If that’s OK with you.”

Tucker nodded, unable to articulate. His panting was an ambient soundtrack now.

“Roll to your back.”

Tucker did so and Evan rose, so as not to break contact. He continued circling Tucker’s sensitive spots with slick fingers, inserting the lower one. Tucker’s body responded naturally, squeezing at the appendage. Evan placed his lips on Tucker’s nipple now, sucking softly, then brushing the scruff of his stubble against it.

“Oh, Evan,” Tucker said, full-on squirming now. “Oh, my God. That’s so good.”

Evan shifted up to his knees, his parted lips replaced by his hand again as he moved his upper body down to Tucker’s lower half. Tucker’s cock was saluting now, erect and dripping. Evan lowered his mouth on it while continuing the slick stimulation of Tucker’s electrodes.

Tucker, who had been frozen in a small perpetual arch, lowered himself back to the mattress. “Oh. Oh. Oh,” was all he could manage.

Evan abandoned the nipple and shimmied down between Tucker’s legs. He took Tucker’s massive cock in his hand, and nursed at the tip, gently pushing his finger deeper into Tucker’s entrance.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Tucker said again, only this time it was higher in pitch. Now, instead of squeezing at Evan’s probing finger, Tucker’s breach was pulsing, loosening, and constricting, as if attempting to pull Evan in.

Evan mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. Earlier, he had rushed things to quell his own demons. In doing so, he had completely misconstrued and bypassed Tucker’s needs. It was selfish, impulsive, and, well, the behavior his parents always accused him of. Now, seeing Tucker’s response to his foreplay efforts was way more healing to his psyche. Ironically, the role reversal was also much more in line with what Evan preferred.

He went down on Tucker, pushing his finger all the way in.

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