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God. He was really going to do this, and… he couldn"t think. His whole
body ran cold with adrenaline and the next fifteen minutes were a blur as
he made one last pass around the room.
He was practically hyperventilating in the elevator up to the top
floor, and his hands shook as he put the keycard in the lock. The door
hadn"t closed behind him before Chris was there, kissing him savagely,
his hands stripping off Xander"s tux jacket with enough force to rip.
Xander"s hands were shaking as he whirled, practically throwing
Chris into the wall next to the door. He framed Chris"s face and kissed
him, jaw, cheekbone, neck, anywhere, muttering, “No one touches you.
No one touches you but me, you hear me? No one. No one… only me.”
Chris arched his head back so Xander could kiss down the column
of his throat, tickling his Adam"s apple before moving downward, to the
broad expanse of chest revealed by the popping buttons under his shirt.
“Only you,” Chris echoed, running his hands through Xander"s
straight, collar-length hair. “Only you… oh God.” Because Xander had
found his nipple and was sucking on it,hard,and for a minute, Chris"s
hands were practically battering at Xander"s shoulders as he fought for
control.
Xander didn"t give him time to get any. He slid down to his knees,
right there on the carpeted floor, and fumbled with Chris"s belt and his
slacks. As his hands pulled down slacks, boxers, everything, he felt the
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tremor in Chris"s knees, and an answering one in his shoulders. He"d
been going for target zero, but suddenly, he couldn"t even focus that far.
He buried his face into the taut muscles of Chris"s stomach,
wrapped his arms around his bare, tight backside, and just held there,
Chris"s full, hard erection crushed against his shoulder.
They held that pose for a moment, while Chris touched his hair
with tender fingers, and then Chris"s hips began to undulate, and when
