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"Not without you in me." Archer groaned.
Carter wasn't so sure that Archer could hold off. His cock was dripping, and by the look on his face, he was already struggling to hold back.
Using his fingers, he delved into the wetness, sliding one, then two fingers into Archer's ass, opening him and readying him for his cock. God, he couldn't wait to slide inside him. His own length throbbed with need, and he was sure that this would be a world record quickie once he got inside of him.
"Yes!" Archer tightened around his fingers, sucking them in deeper. "Need more."
Carter groaned. "You're going to kill me. I wanted to take this slowly."
"Don't need slow. Need to feel you every time I sit down for the next twenty-four hours. Need to remember this. Feel you. Know it's real." Archer struggled to move so Carter's fingers fell free. "Need you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."
Damned if his cock didn't get even harder at the thought. He figured Archer would want slow and passionate, something with soft-spoken words, and promises for when he got back. He wasn't sure how to handle a request to fuck the shit out of the guy and leave him bruised and sore. It wasn't that he couldn't do that, but should he? Was that what he wanted?
"Carter, you know this is what we need. Anything more will be too much." Archer stared up at him. "Take me hard."
Why did he hear the words, 'claim him' in his mind? As if Archer and he were lost in some Highlander romance like his wife used to read. He ran his fingers through his hair as he stared down at Archer still spread wide for him. "Jesus, you're going to be the death of me." Carter grabbed hold of Archer's legs, tugging him until his ass hung almost off the bed. He stepped closer, then spit on his fingers to give them some kind of wetness since neither of them had lube. He drew his finger over Archer's hole, leaving it glistening with his saliva. His gaze locked with Archer's as he took his cock in his fist and lined it up with his hole. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Then don't, but make sure I feel this tonight when I'm here without you." Archer wrapped his legs around Carter's hips, pulling him to him.
He pushed forward, parting Archer's ass and going deep. It was tighter, the friction more without the slick lube they used before. He continued to stare into Archer's eyes as he moved, making sure he wasn't in pain, but he saw nothing but need, desire, and want.
His chest tightened as he gripped Archer's legs and went to work, pounding into him in a way that he'd only dreamed of taking someone. Their bodies came together with loud smacks and grunts, both of them working against each other, pushing, pulling, almost fighting.
His heart pounded and it was hard to breathe at times, but he gave it everything he had, understanding Archer's need for this kind of sex. Once he was home again, he'd make it all right, taking him slowly, making him understand that he cared, but he couldn't afford to show that weakness now. Not with what they still faced.
"I'll never get enough of this," Carter grunted as his fingers dug hard into Archer's skin. "So fucking tight." He gritted his teeth as his balls pulsed, warning him that he had less than a minute left before he would lose any control.
Archer was taking care of himself, his fist moving hard up and down his shaft, the slick, shiny precum coating his fingers and his length. The sight made Carter's mouth water, and he decided then and there, that he was going to lick Archer clean when they were done.
The thought had his balls drawing up, his cock jerking, and his eyesight growing hazy. He arched back, hips thrust forward, and he came hard, filling Archer with his release. "Oh fuck." He trembled through his orgasm, enjoying the feel of being naked inside Archer, feeling his own release inside him as he still thrust slowly in and out as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
"So fucking hot." Archer groaned as his hand stilled and long jets of cum shot from him, going several inches into the air before coming down to coat his stomach.
"Don't fucking move," Carter grunted out. "I want that." He carefully pulled out of Archer, shaking at his sensitivity as he bent and licked the cum from Archer's stomach, then took his cock into his mouth and cleaned that off too.
"Oh hell. Can't. Too sensitive." Archer tried to pull back.
Carter released him, smiling as he fell onto the bed beside Archer's sweaty body.
Archer rolled to him, kissing him hard, taking his own taste from Carter's lips, and that just turned Carter on even more. If he'd been able to get hard again so quickly, his cock would have been more than ready for action.
"You come home." Archer stared down at him. "Promise me you'll come home."
Carter hated the worry in Archer's eyes. "I'll be home tomorrow. You'll be in my arms, in my bed tomorrow night." He ran his hand down Archer's cheek. "I'm not alone. The team will be watching everything. Have Matt or Trenton keep you on speakerphone while they watch. If it was safe to have you here to watch with them, I would have you stay, but we both know you need to be in the public eye during it."
Archer nodded. "Just come home."
"I will." He hugged him tightly.
A loud knock came on the door. "Hey, we need to get going," Bryon called. "You don't want to miss your flight."
"Fuck," Carter said against Archer's neck, then turned his head and called, "I'll be right out."
Archer kissed him one more time, then pulled away. "Go. Be safe."
"I will." Carter stared at him for a long moment, then kissed him again. "I'll see you tomorrow." He forced himself to get up and reach for his clothes. He was glad there wasn't time for a shower. He wanted Archer's scent on him. He wanted to feel their stickiness against his skin.
Archer watched him as he got dressed, but made no move to do the same.
It was for the best. There was too much to be said, too much hanging between them. Tomorrow that would change, but first, he needed to take care of Lyle.
Once dressed, he turned back to the bed. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Archer nodded as he sat up. "Be safe."
"I will." Carter leaned down and softly brushed his lips over Archer's. Tomorrow he could take more, but soft and tender seemed fitting for the moment. Straightening, he stared at him for a moment, then gave him a soft smile before turning and walking out the door.
