Page 12 of Refraction

“It is magic. It’s like you just fell out of the sky… like one of your birds.” Calvin reached between them and guided one of Tucker’s fingers inside him with a soft moan. “Day isn’t ending. God. Not yet.”

“Mmm.” He took another kiss, then another, fingerfucking Calvin careful, adding a second finger when Calvin’s leg drew up.

“Oh,” Calvin said on a sigh between kisses. His fingers found Tucker’s cock again and stroked him. “So good.”

“Uh. Uh-huh. Fuck, I want you.” Ah. Incoherence. He couldn’t help it. He was trying for suave, but he didn’t think he was making it.

Calvin’s little gasp barely registered. “Yes, Tucker. Please.”

“You ready, honey?”

“Yeah.” Calvin kissed him quickly. “I’m so ready, tiger. Come on.”

Tucker got himself settled in between Calvin’s legs, and he rubbed his gloved cock over the tight, slick ring of muscles.

“Yeah,” Calvin whispered, looking down between them. He ran a hand over Tucker’s shoulder and across his chest, taunting him. “Come on, huh? Man up and fuck me!” He gave Tucker’s nipple a twist.

“Goddamn it!” His hips jerked with the sting and he slammed in, burying himself with a hard thrust.

“Yes!” Calvin cried out, and his hands flew to Tucker’s ass, where they dug into the muscle. “Fuck, that’s good,” he panted. “Better when I don’t let you think too hard, huh?” He moaned and rolled his hips, thrusting back at Tucker hungrily.

Tucker let his body have its head, hips driving like a piston, his whole universe shrinking down to right now, right here.

Calvin’s knees had pulled up high, and Tucker was making him grunt with each thrust. Tucker watched Calvin as he arched, eyes closed and hand pumping at his rekindled erection.

“So fine,” he whispered. His thigh muscles screamed at him, but he ignored it, slamming into Calvin again and again.

“Tuck! Tucker!” Calvin whimpered, and his hand stopped, fingers pulling away and gripping Tucker’s arms instead. His hips bucked and his belly went tight, every sculpted line from Calvin’s belly to his shoulders going rigid.

“Fuck yes.” That set him right off, knowing how good he was making Calvin feel, and he shot so hard that his fucking bones rattled, the world shifting off its axis for a second.

Calvin lifted up and kissed Tucker. “Yes, yes,” he whispered between sharp breaths, his body vibrating.

Tucker reached down and stroked, determined to bring Calvin off again, to watch as he shot.

“Oh fuck, Tucker! Fuck!” He arched for Tucker again, his spine just bowing upward. He gasped, and Tucker watched his orgasm roll right through him, his belly like granite and the veins in his neck popping.

Fuck yeah. That was hotter than a two-dollar pistol and twice as dangerous.

Calvin whimpered, and his hips jerked as he shot, hot liquid coating Tucker’s fingers, his ass locking down on Tucker’s cock tighter than a hangman’s noose.

His spent cock spurted again, the sensation making his eyes cross. “Goddamn.”

Calvin was panting, and his shallow breath was filled with laughter. “That’s… a fucking under… statement.” He was grinning, and he stretched his arms over his head. “Fuck, tiger.”

He leaned down, kissed one nipple softly before giving it a quick bite. “Mm-hmm.”

Tucker might just be a little cracked now. Hell, they might have to have a round two just to fix him.

“Oh!” Calvin flinched and then giggled again. “God. Teeth.” Calvin scritched across Tucker’s scalp and into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me.”

“With pleasure, honey.” Tucker pushed up and took another of those kisses that made him dizzy, lingering for a second before he had to pull away, get rid of the condom, and come back for more.

Calvin’s eyes were on him as he made his way over. “You look incredible, and I feel fabulous.” Calvin patted the bed and waited for Tucker to climb back in, then stretched out along his side and rested his blond head in the curve of Tucker’s shoulder with a sigh.

“Mmm.” He petted, long, slow strokes along Calvin’s side, learning the planes and angles.

There was a quick rap on Calvin’s open door. “Hey, man. Sorry to interrupt. Hi.” The guy looked at Tucker and gave him a wave. “Cal, you mind if I eat that yogurt in the fridge?”

---