Page 12 of Rebel

“That’s alright,” Nate said with a smile. “Iknow what you want.” He felt giddy as he took Sam’s face in his hands again, fixing him with a steady look. “Do you trust me?”

Unblinking, Sam nodded.

“Then let me show you, Sam. Let me show you a new world.”

Gently, Nate drew Sam down into the summer grass, laying him back on his coat. What he wanted to do was strip them both naked and lose himself in the strength of Sam’s powerful body. He wanted those broad shoulders bare beneath his hands, he wanted to kiss Sam’s throat, his chest, taste his cock and hear Sam curse as he spent.

Instead, he lay down next to Sam and ran his fingers over his face. He could hear Sam’s rapid breathing, see his lips part in anticipation as Nate leaned in to kiss him slow and tender. He ran his fingers through Sam’s thick curls, bit lightly at his lips, kissed along his jaw, nuzzled the soft lobe of his ear, smiling as Sam gasped and twitched. Christ, he was willing. When Nate kissed his mouth again, Sam surged to meet him with an urgent, unpolished enthusiasm that was all want and confusion. It was the most erotic kiss of Nate’s life.

His prick, already hard, stiffened further, and Nate allowed himself to roll his hips gently against Sam’s thigh. The choking noise Sam made at the back of his throat was deeply satisfying.

“Sweet heaven,” he groaned. “Oh,Nate.” And then Sam’s fingers were in his hair, his touch tentative as he tugged free the ribbon that tied his queue. When his hair fell forward, Sam threaded his fingers through it with a disbelieving, astonished smile. “I knew it would be soft.” That smile did ridiculous things to Nate’s heart. “I’ve wanted to touch your hair since I first saw you.”

“You can touch anything you like,” Nate said with a smile of his own, and gave another careful roll of his hips.

Sam’s eyelids fluttered. “God. Oh, God, this is… You’re so…”

With great restraint, Nate didn’t touch the sizeable bulge pressing against the placket of Sam’s breeches. Not yet. Instead, he pressed a kiss beneath Sam’s jawbone, nudged his chin up as Sam groaned softly, and tugged at his neckcloth. “Can I take this off?”

Sam stilled for a moment before he nodded. Close as he was, Nate could feel the stutter in his breathing and kissed him again in reassurance. Then, with infinite care, he untied Sam’s neckcloth and cast it aside. He undid the button at the neck of Sam’s shirt and pressed his lips against the hollow of his throat. “I want to kiss you all over,” he breathed against Sam’s flushed skin. “I want to taste you.”

With a groan, Sam arched up to meet his kiss, clutching at Nate’s hair, fisting it in a way that held great promise. “Do it. Please. Do it all.”

And then it was only a moment to undo his waistcoat, to tug wide the neck of his shirt and kiss his chest, slip a hand beneath the linen to brush over one taut nipple. Sam’s hips lurched up and Nate grinned. Christ, he was so eager. So ready. He’d last no time at all, but it didn’t matter. Nate would make it good anyway. So good.

Ignoring his own hard prick, he kissed Sam again, and while Sam was distracted let his fingers slide down his chest to the fall of his breeches. He hesitated when he felt Sam’s stifled gasp. “Is this all right? We don’t have to.”

“God,” Sam hissed. “If you don’t, I think I’ll die.”

Nate grinned into the warm heat of his chest. “Well, we can’t have that.” So he touched him, a firm palm down the length of Sam’s cock through the buckskin of his breeches.

Sam shouted a curse, jerked up so violently Nate was afraid he’d spent already. But no, he was still hard as a rock and fumbling urgently with the buttons of his breeches. Nate helped him and then it was his turn to pause, breathless, as Sam freed his beautiful cock. “Lovely,” Nate murmured, watching as Sam wrapped his hand around his solid length and gave a desperate stroke. Nate wanted to take him into his mouth right then, but he held back; it might be too much and there’d be another time. Oh God, let there be another time. Instead, he joined his hand with Sam’s and let their fingers mesh. “Allow me…”

“Oh, God in shit fucking heaven!” Sam hissed, bucking up and gritting his teeth. He was trying so hard not to spend, it made Nate smile.

“It’s all right,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the soft skin of Sam’s belly. “Don’t hold back. I want to see. You’re so beautiful, so lovely. Christ, Sam, show me.”

“Not yet,” he growled through his teeth. “Tanner… with you. I want— I want to touch you too.”

Nate scanned his eyes, looking for uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“Really damn sure.”

Nate didn’t need to be asked twice. He unbuttoned his breeches and freed his aching prick. “God,” he murmured, pressing up close so his cock slipped along the length of Sam’s thigh. “God, you feel so good.”

Sam was breathing in slow, controlled breaths, clearly trying to calm himself. But his eyes were dark, and his hand shook when he reached down and ran a fingertip along the length of Nate’s prick.

Such a light touch, but so intense. Nate felt dizzy, drunk on the desire flushing Sam’s face. “Yes,” he breathed, nuzzling encouragement into Sam’s neck. “So good.”

“I can’t believe…” Sam touched him again, another fingertip caress from head to base that was far too little but so perfect Nate could hardly breathe. “Can’t believe I’m touching you.” His hand slipped under Nate’s breeches, under his shirt, to skim his belly and hip. “You feel so warm, so right… OhGod.” His teeth clenched again, cock twitching.

Nate smiled. “You’re close.”

“I don’t want it to end.”

Nate kissed his clenched jaw, rolled on top of Sam so that their pricks jostled between them. “It’s not the end. This won’t be the only time.”

A sound like a sob of relief shook Sam’s chest. “No.” He pulled Nate down and kissed him fiercely, fingers tangling in his hair. “It won’t. Oh, God, Nate…now.”

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