Page 57 of Refraction

Tucker stared at Calvin, nodded, then gave him all that long body to work against while Tucker ripped his shirt off, one-handed.

That was so much better. The drag against Tucker’s hip was sweet, but the dark swirls on that lovely chest? He couldn’t get enough of it. He wasn’t sure how his fingers hadn’t gone completely numb by this point, but he managed to get a hand between them to yank Tucker’s fly open.

He swallowed hard and held himself back. Tucker had to be as close as he was; those blue eyes had practically gone feral. “Tiger, can you help…?”Oh, hey. Words.

Tucker managed to kneel up, drag his jeans down toward his knees, and then leaned forward and wrapped both their cocks in one callused hand.

He curled up off the bed just long enough to get a look. “Holy….”

And that was the last coherent thing on his mind. He collapsed back into his fluffy pink comforter with a long moan, instantly light-headed, everything Tucker touched burning hot. “Fuck… fuck!”

“Come on. Burning for you.” Tucker growled the words out, eyes laser-focused on him.

He nodded and let go, his climax both a wild relief and utterly devastating. Tucker’s touch was the only real thing in the whole world.

Tucker watched him, watched every second of Calvin’s orgasm, before starting to tug his own cock again, low, needy sounds pouring down on him.

He hauled himself up on his elbows to watch, still trembling from his own release but unwilling to miss one second of this. “My turn, tiger. I’m watching you. Love how you want it. Do you feel good, baby?”

“Got your spunk slicking my cock. I feel like I’m fixin’ to fucking fly.”

God, he’d never known anyone so easy in his own skin. So honest. It was the hottest thing ever. “Do it, tiger. Let me see. You’re so beautiful.”

It took a few more hard pulls before Tucker arched, whispering his name and shooting, seed dripping from one tanned hand.

That was hot, but watching Tucker’s face was so much better. Calvin wanted to slow everything down so he could see how all the little muscles in Tucker’s forehead and under that beard rippled and contorted and then relaxed. Instead he closed his eyes a second, hoping to burn the image into his memory, then leaned up and took a kiss.

Tucker moaned for him, slowly easing down on him in a tangle of clothes and limbs. “Christ, honey. That was…. Whoa.”

“Uh-huh.”Whoajust about said it all. It had been a while now. Usually this kind of desperate, hormonal stuff would chill out after a while. But he was glad it hadn’t. He wanted it. Loved it. The urgency made the rest of the insanity feel real. “That was so…us.”

“Yes.” Tucker began to laugh, the sound deep and real and pure happiness ringing out and filling the air.

He couldn’t stop the grin and laughed out loud along with Tucker. It felt like almost as good a release as his orgasm had. Almost. Just free and honest. “At least now if you decide to trim your beard, your hands won’t be shaking.” He snorted, a gross little piggy noise. “Oh. Haha. Oops.”

Tucker leaned down, grunting against his throat, teasing him and making him gasp with laughter.

“Tuck! Oh my God.” Those whiskers tickled like mad.

He wiggled under Tucker, trying to roll away, but that was a losing battle. He was shackled by his damn leggings. “Tiger!” He stuck a hand out and gave Tucker’s ass a pinch.

Tucker snorted, rolled half off him. “Shit, I need to get out of these jeans before I kill myself. I’m gonna have a bruise on my butt.”

“Blame the ice skating.” He playfully pushed Tucker the rest of the way off, and sat up to ditch his sneakers and wiggle out of his leggings. “I’m going to have denim-burns on my dick.” Holy fuck, that had sent him to the moon for a minute.

“I like the stubble burns better, but….” Tucker stood up and worked off his boot, stumbling around like a dancing bear.

He did too. “Your stubble burns are way better, tiger. Promise.” Calvin watched Tucker wrestle with his boots, jeans sitting low on his ass, and wondered if he would manage not to fall over. Cowboys must have a lot of practice at that, right?

“Good.” Tucker managed to get naked without falling into a pile, which was impressive. Who knew this was a skill?

He scrambled up on the bed and climbed in, scooting the covers down and patting the empty space next to him. “Two lies and one truth.” It was a good game. Tucker hadn’t complained yet, and he learned all kinds of wonderful things he might not otherwise.

“I wanted to be a paleontologist when I was a kid, I’m bad at math, and I have a room full of books in my house.”

He was getting cold. He pulled Tucker into bed with him and settled the comforter over them. “You don’t have the attention span to read, there’s nowayyou have the attention span to dig stuff up slowly over several days, so I guess you’re a math whiz?”

Tucker chuckled softly and drew him close. “You met me in a library, honey. I have a whole room in my house of weird old art books, history, architecture, monsters, and Greek gods. All sorts.”

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