Page 30 of Refraction

It didn’t seem that long before he was chasing down his orgasm, completely abandoning subtlety and even his own fucking pride. Tucker wasn’t asking him for anything but real. “So good, baby. So close already. God!”How do you do that to me?

He felt the hum vibrating all around him, from the tight lips at the base of his cock to the very tip at the back of Tucker’s throat.

Jesus, this tiger had an arsenal of oral tricks up his sleeve. Or down his throat. Somewhere. Calvin loved the humming, all that lovely vibration making his balls ache. He enjoyed every second that it lasted, but it wasn’t very long.

His toes curled, his thighs tensed, and his back arched as he came, all remaining thought and sensation rushing south. A freight train rolled through his skull and left a dead silence behind, and there just wasn’t enough air to be had. Anywhere.

Tucker kissed the tip of his cock, his hip, his belly—each caress adding to his aftershocks, to his pleasure.

His hips fell back to the bed, jarring him, and Calvin blinked his eyes open, not sure at all how long they’d been closed. When his vision cleared, he was able to get some perspective back;Tucker’s hotel room, right.Breathing was a good thing too, still pretty shallow but at least it seemed possible.

Calvin was shackled by that slip of lace, and he wiggled his thighs, giggling when it finally fell down to his ankles.

He should say something brilliant. Something worthy of all of Tucker’s effort. A million things went through his mind, but when he tried to speak, the only thing that came out was “Holy fuck.”

This guy could never go back to Texas.

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Tucker slidup along Calvin’s body and rested close so he could see the tiny hairs on Calvin’s jawline, the smudged eye makeup. There were the barest signs of powder on Calvin’s cheek, caught in his eye lines.

Tucker reached up and brushed a few bits away, worried about the makeup getting in Calvin’s eyes.

His cock was hard enough a cat couldn’t scratch it, and he opened his jeans to give it some room, let it nudge against Calvin’s blistering hot hip.

Calvin gave him a lovely smile—soft and sweet—and ran curious fingers down his chest and over his belly. “I should wash my face. I probably look like a demented raccoon.”

“You look like you’ve been busy doing something naughty. I like it.”

“You were doing something naughty. I was just… enjoying the hell out of it.” Calvin’s sigh was full of satisfaction. “Really, really enjoying it.” Those curious fingers made their way back up to his shoulders. Calvin pushed him over and kissed him, tangling their tongues for a moment. “Still yours; tell me what you want.”

“Touch me, honey. Please. And I need more of those kisses.” He was ready, sure, but he was happy to spend a minute or twenty just touching. That was a luxury all in itself.

Calvin moaned softly. “I love it when you sayplease.” He shivered a little as Calvin moved away, the air in the room much cooler without all that body heat. “Mmm. These are some fancy boots, Texas.” Calvin gave one a tug and slid it off his foot.

“Luccheses. I love them.” He sat up, easing his jeans and skivvies down over his hips.

“So, how many pairs of boots do you own?” Calvin slipped the other one off and set it on the floor. “I got this.” Calvin took over, grabbing his jeans and all by the waistband and dragged them down slowly, laying kisses on every few inches of newly bared skin.

“Uh…. Five? I got two pair of nice ones, two w-work ones, and lace-ups for when I’m feeling stompy.” Go him for forming thoughts.

“Are your work ones all covered in paint?” Calvin managed to catch his socks in clever fingers, and the whole bundle fell to the floor. Calvin never stopped touching him, following that with warm kisses to the tops of each foot and little nibbles around one of his ankles.

“Yeah. Although I work with wood sometimes. Build things.” He arched, his ass digging into the mattress with those maddening, wonderful touches.

Calvin continued up the inside of his calf and licked the back of one knee. “Yeah? What do you build?”

Somehow this didn’t seem like the time for twenty questions.

“Walls. Jesus, that feels good.”

“Good.” Calvin did it again, and then started to crawl back along his body, hands running over his thighs and hips. A wet tongue traced the length of his cock and just kept on moving, dipping into his navel and continuing up to his nipples. “I want to make you feel good.”

“You do.” Shit, he felt like he was fixin’ to vibrate apart with the soft touches, the barely there kisses. Every place Calvin licked burned for a second, then became a line of cold.

Calvin tangled their legs and angled into him, giving him something to rub on. “Everything about you is so interesting to me, Tucker. Your hips, your work, your boots, your cock, the way you talk, the things you say, everything youdo… how you seem to appreciate me….” Calvin kissed him again, tiny, light tastes between his words.

“You’re magic.” He didn’t have to understand it; he could just believe it. The little kisses and caresses were beginning to build inside him, the ease becoming an ache that made him shift, push.

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