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Archer loved the need on Carter's face. His lips were parted, head arched back, his face flushed. He'd never get tired of the look. Giving Carter what he asked for, he took his cock into his fist at the base, then brought it to his mouth. He teased and licked over the head, tasting him before sliding his mouth down and around him.
"Yes!" Carter pushed a little deeper, but just enough that Archer didn't gag.
Archer focused on Carter's body as he moved his mouth up and down, sucking his cock deep, then releasing it until it almost fell from his lips, then he'd take him back down. With his free hand, he gave Carter's balls attention, enjoying the way they tightened against his palm when he'd twirl his tongue just under the head of his cock.
He had so much to learn about Carter, and sexually, he wanted to know everything. He wanted to find every spot on his body that made him gasp, wanted to find things to push their need so high that Carter trembled.
"I don't want to come like this." Carter gasped the words.
"Then don't." Archer licked up the base of his shaft.
"If you don't stop, I will." Carter rotated his body so he could move out from under Archer's. "I thought we could do slow, but slow isn't us. I need to be inside you, feel you come around my cock as I fuck you. I can't stand it. You drive me nuts." Carter fisted his cock as he kneeled on the bed. He twisted enough to grab the lube off the nightstand where they'd left it nearly a month before. "I promise someday I'll find a way to take my time with you, but all I can think about is being inside you."
Archer laughed. "One of these days I'm going to tie you down so I can explore you."
"I'll die. I swear I'll die." Carter's cock was still leaking.
"I can't deny you what you want when I want it just as badly." Archer moved onto the bed, lying on his back in the center of the bed. He bent his knees and parted his legs. "Take what you need."
Carter moved between his legs. "I need you." He was already opening the bottle and spreading lube over Archer's ass. "Why couldn't we have met when I was seventeen and able to go several times a night?"
"Because it wasn't our time. This is our time." Archer sucked in a breath as Carter's finger pressed into him. "I don't need you several times a night. I only need what we can give each other. This is enough. You are enough."
Carter bent forward, kissing him. "I love you."
"I love you too." Archer ran his hand down Carter's chest as he straightened back up.
As Carter opened him, sliding his fingers in and out of his ass, he thought about everything that happened over the last few weeks. As painful as it all was, he wouldn't have changed a thing. Carter had to go through all of it, and he had to let go of Beth before he would have ever been able to allow Archer into his life in this way. Sex was one thing, love was another.
Archer sent a silent thank you to Beth for teaching Carter to love. He was the man he was because of her. He'd never be jealous of her or her memory. It was his turn to love Carter now, and he'd do all he could to keep him happy.
"Umph," Archer groaned as Carter's cock penetrated him. He arched back, the sting of pain turning to pleasure as Carter settled deep inside him. "Now this is where you should stay." Archer smiled.
"Again, if I was seventeen." Carter laughed.
"I'd rather have you pushing fifty than have you at seventeen." Archer tightened his ass around him. "Now are you going to fuck me or do I have to find a way to do all the work myself?" He grinned hoping the words would cause Carter to take him hard.
"No, it's okay, you just lay there and let me do all the work." Carter started to move, not being gentle at all. He slammed in deep, withdrew, and slammed into him again.
Bringing his legs up to Carter's shoulders, he used them to move with Carter until they found a rhythm they could both keep. Their eyes locked, and for the first time in his life, Archer felt as if he was loved. He'd never gotten it from his parents, and he'd never given his heart to another before Carter. Everything in his past paled in comparison to what he had now. He was going to hold on and never let go.
As the room filled with their grunts and gasps, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Archer knew that fate brought them together for a reason. They both had to heal, and together, they would do that. It wouldn't happen overnight, and it wouldn't always be easy, but they would get there. Until they did, he was happy they could be broken together.
