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Carter closed his eyes as Archer's mouth moved over his jaw, then settled against his lips.
"I need you to fuck me," Archer said against his mouth. "Hard. Hard enough so that I remember you through the night and into tomorrow." His fingers slid under the bottom of Carter's shirt, slowly lifting it. "Give me one more time before I let you go."
Carter didn't miss Archer's meaning. He understood that this could be their last time together, not just because of the danger of what Carter was about to do, but because once he came home, they were going to have finished what they had needed to, and there was no promise that they'd continue to see each other once it was done. Even with them both hinting that they wanted more, it wasn't a given, and either one of them could choose to walk away the moment Lyle wasn't a threat anymore.
"This isn't goodbye." Carter pushed Archer back, and in one swift motion, he swept his shirt up and over his head, dropping it on the floor, then just as quickly, he kicked off his shoes, undid his pants, and pushed them down his legs.
Archer didn't move for a minute as he stood staring, then as if he was scared that Carter would leave if he didn't get with the program, he quickly undressed too.
Once naked, they stared at each other, not closing the three feet of space between them. Their gazes were hungry and needy, but there was also something more there, a look of uncertainty, a nervousness, a fear that once they touched, that would be it for them.
"I don't have a condom on me," Carter said softly.
"I don't care." Archer stepped forward until he stood in front of Carter, his hands going to Carter's hips, holding him tightly. "I don't care about the condom. You'd never risk hurting me." Archer's mouth was back against his jaw.
But he was risking hurting Archer, just in a different way. He was going into a strange home tonight to kill someone. He didn't have the training for it, the experience. All he had was anger and hostility, both of which were going to make him careless.
He forced the thoughts from his mind. This wasn't the time for them. "I don't want to start this, because once it ends, I have to go." Carter ran his fingers down Archer's chest.
"You need to go tonight. You won't forgive yourself if you don't. This is what you've dreamed about for years. If you can't do it, then stay. We'll call the FBI and tell them everything. No one will blame you for changing your mind."
Carter closed his eyes. "I can't live if he does."
"I know. That's why you have to go." Archer slid to his knees, staring up at Carter, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. "Forget it all. For a few minutes, just forget. It's just us, and the outside world doesn't matter."
Carter nodded.
"Good." Archer's mouth slid over his cock, and there was no looking back.
Carter's head arched back, his hands bracing on Archer's shoulders. "Ah fuck, that feels so good." He bit his lips, focusing on the wet tightness of Archer's lips. He glanced down, watching as his cock slid in and out of Archer's mouth, but this wasn't what he wanted. He needed Archer closer, needed to be face to face. He reached down and lifted Archer up. "I need your lips on mine, not down there." He kissed him hard, tasting his own precum from Archer's tongue.
"Tell me what you need." Archer moved his hand between them, his fingers finding Carter's cock again.
"I need you on the bed. On your back, legs over the edge." Carter knew exactly how he wanted to do this. It was the only way he could do it and never take his eyes off Archer.
Archer stepped back as he continued to kiss Carter, never breaking their hold on each other. When his legs hit the mattress, he sat down, but again, he drew Carter down with him, the kiss unending.
Carter used his legs to part Archer's, then he stepped between them as he pressed Archer back so he was lying on the bed. Breaking the kiss, he put his hands on either side of Archer's head, staring down at him. "Since Beth died, you're the only person I've taken the time to see. The only one who has made me forget."
Archer reached up, cupping Carter's cheek. "I don't want you to forget, I want you to forgive. Forgive yourself, forgive Beth. I want you to know that it's okay to feel again. To live again."
"Fuck." Carter swallowed hard. He hadn't meant for this to get emotional. He couldn't do this now. Not with him leaving town in just a couple of hours. "I can't…" He shook his head as he stared down at Archer, searching his eyes for God knew what.
"I know. I don't expect you to right now. This… What we are doing now is about me. I need this to let you go. I need to feel you one more time. I want you to give me everything you've got, and I'll hold on to that while you're gone." Archer's thumb brushed over Carter's bottom lip.
He understood the words. Archer was telling him to let go, to leave himself behind, and that way, when he came back changed because of what he was going to do, Archer would still be holding who he was, and if they were lucky, he could help Carter find himself again.
Carter gave a single nod before bending down to kiss him again. He lowered his body as Archer wrapped his legs around his waist. They moved together, arching and pulling so they could touch each other all over. The kiss was filled with emotions that Carter didn't have the energy to think about. There would be time later. Everything came down to later. Right now, he needed to give Archer what he needed. A hard, almost painful reminder of them together. Something that he could use to ground himself as he let Carter walk into the flames of Lyle's lair.
He closed his eyes as he pulled back. He wouldn't think of Lyle. Wouldn't think of leaving. He was here now, and he needed to stay in the here and now. Archer deserved that. Besides, he didn't want thoughts of Lyle between them. Not now. Not when they both needed this so badly.
Sliding to his knees, he maneuvered Archer's legs over his shoulders so he could see his ass and open him up for him. He loved the scent of Archer's need, his arousal consuming him, making him almost desperate to be inside him. He inhaled as he dipped his head between his legs, then licked over Archer's balls. Smiling at the way Archer's body tensed and his cock bobbed. "I love the way you react to me." He brushed his hands over his inner thighs before going to his ass cheeks and parting them. He then lowered more, sliding his tongue up and down the crease and over the puckered hole.
"Fuck, don't stop." Archer reached down and fisted his own cock at the base, squeezing it tightly.
Carter had no thoughts of stopping. He licked and sucked against Archer's ass, pressing his tongue into him, then retreating. He ran his nose over his balls and used his hands to keep him spread. He loved the way Archer pressed back to him, nearly riding his tongue at times as he started to work his cock with his hand.
"Don't come yet." Carter moved his mouth away just for a moment, meeting Archer's gaze from between his legs.
