Page 45 of Refraction

Tucker heard Calvin sigh and watched him turn away from the bed, the scarf and his long black coat over one arm. “Where should I…? Over on the table, or is there a closet?”

“There’s a closet. You have good clothes. There’s paint everywhere.” Oh, maybe this wasn’t a good place for Calvin. Maybe this was unnerving, all the eyes. He’d heard that before. No one wanted to come to his house in Texas either. “Would you like me to take you to your place or a hotel? I can. I just want to be with you. The where doesn’t matter.”

“Stop. I don’t care about my clothes.” And as if to prove that point, Calvin just dropped his coat and scarf on the floor. “I want to be in your space. Kiss me.”

“I can do that.” He shrugged his coat off and left it behind him, wrapping around Calvin to take his kiss, knowing that doing so would burn him to the ground.

Calvin reached up and flicked the brim of his gimme cap, then with a soft laugh, lifted it off his head and tossed it away. Those familiar fingers with their strong knuckles slid up into his hair and pulled him down, their lips meeting and fitting together.

Oh, that was just what his soul needed. He leaned into the kiss, knowing that Calvin was more than strong enough to take what he offered. Calvin let him in, opening that sweet mouth and slipping a wet tongue over his.

Then Calvin tugged his shirt out of his jeans and slipped one of Tucker’s hands up underneath, over warm, smooth skin, and held it tightly to his chest.

I got you, honey. I swear, I won’t hurt your heart.He let his fingers move, tracing over that pounding, the steady beat making him smile. “Love touching you.”

He eased Calvin’s shirt the rest of the way off, smoothing the fabric away so he had more skin, more to touch.

The pale skin blushed under his fingers, and Calvin moaned softly against his lips. “I want you everywhere, Tucker. I want you inside me.”

He nodded, moving them closer to the bed with its rumpled sheets. “Anything.”

Tucker had had enough sense to go to the drugstore before he’d moved in. The lube was multipurpose, but the condoms were earmarked for Calvin and him together.

Calvin went after his shirt, popping the buttons open one by one. His lover pushed it off his shoulders, and a hot tongue found one nipple, circling it and teasing it until it was stiff and sensitive. “Need you.”

“Come to bed. Christ, you make my knees weak.” He sat on the end of the bed to open Calvin’s jeans, admire the tiny spot of wetness on those fancy-assed briefs. He kissed the spot, then sucked the tip of Calvin’s cock through the fabric, just because he could.

“Fuck, tiger.” Calvin braced a hand on Tucker’s shoulder and stepped on the heels of his sneakers to kick them off. The jeans and his high-tech skivvies went next. He slid them down and stepped out of them, leaving them where they fell.

Bending to take another kiss, Calvin pressed a hand into Tucker’s groin, grinding the heel of one hand over the bulge under his denim.

He couldn’t have stopped his arch, the way he pushed up into Calvin’s touch, if he’d tried. Tucker didn’t try real hard, to be honest. He found Calvin’s ass with both hands, digging in, massaging the taut muscles.

Calvin lowered his fly and slipped a hand inside, groping and rubbing him, making his jeans feel even tighter than they already did. “Where…?” Calvin’s voice was thin, already taking shallow breaths. “Do you have…? Might have something in my coat.”

“I bought some for us. Let me get my boots off and I’ll grab my ditty bag.” Well, that was where the rubbers were. The slick was in the shower.

“Okay, but hurry it up, cowboy.” Calvin climbed up on his bed.

He moaned and followed, his tongue sliding along the curve of Calvin’s tight ass before he forced himself to stand and shed boots and jeans.

“Waiting on you, Tucker,” Calvin sang to him. “Want to make a big fucking mess of this bed. Want to wake up all your fucking neighbors. Hurry it up or I’ll start without you.” Calvin’s fingers wrapped around that pretty cock.

“Listen to you!” He got himself naked and then grabbed a line of rubbers and the lube, leaped on the bed, and pounced on his lover. “You save that pretty prick for me.”

Calvin squealed and stole the rubbers from him, tore one off the strip, and dropped the others. “Ooh. I like that tone.” Calvin’s fingers scritched through the curls on his chest. “So stern.”

“Stern, that’s me.” He bent in, kissing and licking at Calvin’s abs, tickling with his chin. If he was lucky, he could wet his fingers without making too much of an ass out of himself.

“Tickles!” Calvin wriggled under him, knees falling open and fingers diving into his hair. “Oh my God.”

He grinned and slid his cheek all along Calvin’s shaft, then slipped down to lap at the soft skin where cock and balls met.

Calvin arched, and the giggles were replaced with a gasp and the sharp hiss of air through his lover’s straight white teeth. “Fuck, Tucker. Do it again.”

“Mmm. My pleasure.” The flavor of Calvin right there was heady enough that his eyes crossed.

Calvin cried out, back bowing again—this time lifting all but the tiniest bit of his shoulders off the bed in a stunning arch.

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