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Lane pulled back, eyebrows high. "Oh, we are. At some point."

"You talk too much." This time, his tone was all gravel.

"Heard that bef—” He broke off when Quincy finally,fucking finally, took his mouth. Warm lips pushed his open for the slide of Quincy's tongue. He tasted salty and so damn good, Lane groaned into his mouth and began rubbing against that hard thigh.

The man had an advantage with his height and long arms because he kept one hand on Lane's neck and jaw and put the other hard on Lane's ass. He hauled him all the way against him, jamming their cocks together. Even through the layers of their jeans, Lane could feel how hard Quincy was, and Lane made this embarrassing whimper in response and thrust his hips. He was barely on his feet at this point, most of his body pressed hard between Quincy and the wall, but he didn't care.

All he could focus on was that hard dick against him, and the surprisingly talented mouth doing all sorts of wicked things to his. Fuck, the man kissed like he could eat Lane and he was ready to offer himself up as a buffet. Dazed with the need racing through him, he actually felt his body vibrating, his muscles jumping into the action with an excitement of their own.

He realized Quincy's shirt was still open and he wished his was off so badly right then, he groaned. He shoved his hands under the tail of the shirt and Quincy's back was slick and smooth and just as muscular as his front. He ran his fingers over the ribs at his sides, then the rippling muscles that flexed under his touch.

Lane was pretty sure he'd crossed over into the filming of Hot Porn Stud Land at some point and the orgasm racing through his system hit his groin, pulling up his balls and making him catch his breath as he saw stars. He pulled his mouth back, gasping. "Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. Agh!" He managed not to shout by burying his mouth in Quincy's neck as he came in his pants like a teenager.

Quincy grunted and tightened his grip on Lane's ass, then ground against him in a way that would have Lane reloading in a hot second if his brain hadn't just leaked out of his dick along with everything else. To have reduced this big guy down to a grunting, rutting beast touched something in Lane he hadn't even known was there. He gasped and latched onto hot, sweaty skin and sucked.

That must have been what Quincy needed because his both his hands tightened to the point of pain on Lane's neck and ass and the man gasped into his hair as he shuddered against Lane.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't pull any clear thoughts together at that point. All he could do was hang on and revel in how it felt to be so completely possessed by a person without them even taking their clothes off.

Quincy stepped back, but not far. He eased up his grip, but didn't take his hands away. Instead, he slid the one on his ass up until he cradled both sides of Lane’s face in his palms. He stared hard at him, turning his face into the moonlight.

And Lane knew.

Knew that he was worried that he’d taken something.

That maybe he thought Lane had done that to keep from going to jail…

"It was given," Lane said softly. "I was there for all of that and I wanted it all."

"I got carried away." He turned his face away. “You’ve had enough of someone taking from you in this life.”

Lane pushed back and grinned. "That was the hottest fucking experience of my life." He grabbed onto Quincy's shoulders to bring him down so he could look him in the eye. "I'm slim. I'm not that tall. But I'm not frail. I'm strong. One of my best routines was on the rings. Ever seen that in a competition?”

Quincy groaned. “Yeah, and now I want to see you do that.”

Lane winked. “I like you losing control like that. Next time, I'll be taking you down."

Quincy smiled and wrapped his arms around him. "Next time?"

"We're fucking when we get back to the hotel." Lane smiled back when he felt a subtle shudder go through Quincy again. "Is that something you do?"

At Quincy's slightly confused look, he felt the burn start at his throat.

"I know it's all fucking, but actual penetration. You. My ass. Is that something that would interest you? Because I love it."

"Fuck, yes."

"Good." Lane nodded. "We have a plan. Think they all left yet?"

"I don't give a shit about anything other than you right at this moment."

"Oh, I like that," Lane said, pulling Quincy down for more kissing.

Chapter Eight

Hot water pounded over his back and shoulders, stinging his raw elbow, and Quincy closed his eyes and dropped his face in his hands. Surprisingly, the small motel had excellent water pressure, but all that kept going through his mind was that he'd screwed up. He shouldn't have messed around with the kid.

No, Lane was a man.

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