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long, and with just enough thickness over the average that Tristan knew he'd feel fuller than he
ever had when it was inside him. The memory of his night with Jason after his test with Dix sent a
frisson of anticipation through him.
Ready for a more intimate exploration, Tristan knelt on the carpet between Jason's spread knees.
He ran his palms up Jason's thighs, relishing wiry hair, warm skin, and hard muscle. Jason's dick
twitched in anticipation, a milky pearl of pre-cum appearing at the tip. Unable to resist, Tristan
lapped the bead off.
Jason moaned. "Touch me. Please?"
Tristan didn't waste any more time teasing. He leaned forward and took Jason's thick cock into his
mouth. Curling a hand around the base, he worked the head with his lips and tongue.
Jason sucked in a breath and threaded a hand through Tristan's hair. "God, that feels good."
Tristan pulled off enough to say, "You can move," before swallowing Jason's erection down
again.
The sound Jason made could only be called a whimper. His hand tightened in Tristan's hair to
hold him in place and he bucked up, fucking Tristan's mouth.
Tristan happily surrendered. His jaw stretched wide to accommodate Jason's girth. His scalp
tingled from the force of Jason's grip. The small discomfort somehow increased his pleasure.
Gasps and groans escaped Jason. His obvious pleasure added to Tristan's own arousal. Tristan
pushed the heel of one hand against his erection, willing his body to be patient. To distract
himself, he focused on Jason--the heat of his body, the strength of his hands, his musky male
scent, the sexy sounds he made...
Tristan didn't have to distract himself for long. Jason tugged at Tristan's hair lightly, forcing him
to stop. "I want you."
Tristan stood. Jason followed suit somewhat unsteadily and pressed his lips to Tristan's. His
hands went to Tristan's shirt, which he managed to pull off with barely a break in the kiss. Next,
he attacked the button on Tristan's jeans. He got it unfastened and pushed jeans and boxers down
Tristan's thighs. His big, warm hands smoothed down Tristan's legs, making Tristan shiver at the
sensation.
The pants landed on the floor with a dull thud. Tristan toed off his shoes and stepped out of the
tangle of clothing. As if drawn by magnets, he moved into Jason's arms. He closed his eyes at the
first moment of skin-to-skin contact. It felt like coming home, in some indefinable way.
For a long moment, Jason held him tight. His lips brushed against Tristan's cheek. Then Tristan
shifted, bringing his aching erection into contact with Jason's. The sweet moment was broken,
replaced with pure heat.
Jason maneuvered Tristan over to the bed, and they scrambled onto the mattress. Tristan ended up
on his back with Jason half-lying on top of him, their mouths fused together. Jason's hands
mapped Tristan's chest, stomach, and sides before finally grasping his cock.
Tristan whimpered into Jason's mouth, pushing up into Jason's grip. He mumbled, "Need you.
Please."
Still stroking Tristan's dick, Jason fumbled for lube and a condom. The drawer almost came off
its track, but he found what he was looking for. He dropped the condom onto Tristan's stomach
and popped the cap on the lube.
A cold, slick finger teased Tristan's entrance, and he hissed. "Yes." It had been too long.
Jason rubbed the lubricant over and around Tristan's hole, driving him crazy. He squirmed, trying
to get Jason's finger inside him, but Jason wouldn't be hurried. He teased and tormented Tristan's
balls with slippery fingers.
Tristan's whole body throbbed with need. "Jason."
Two fingers found his entrance, sank in to the hilt. Jason pulled them out and pushed back in,
curling his fingers as he did so. Pleasure sparked through Tristan, but it wasn't enough. He arched,
whimpering.
"What do you need, Tris?"
Meeting Jason's gaze, Tristan whispered, "You. Just you."
Heat and emotion kindled in Jason's stormy eyes. "You've got me. For as long as you want me."
Tristan couldn't hold back a sigh of disappointment as Jason removed his fingers. When he saw
that Jason had done so in order to open the condom, he didn't mind as much. He watched Jason
fumble to tear the foil packet, then roll the thin latex onto his straining erection with trembling
fingers.
Finally, Jason positioned himself between Tristan's spread thighs. "Are you ready?"
Tristan nodded.
Jason pressed forward, the thick head of his cock breaching Tristan's hole. Tristan gasped at the
burn. "More."
Jason gave him what he asked for, pushing forward in a steady, controlled thrust. He didn't stop
until they were completely joined. It was uncomfortable at first, but Tristan's body slowly
adjusted to the unaccustomed fullness. Desire, hot and wild, rose up suddenly. He curled a hand
around Jason's nape, bringing him down for a scorching kiss.
Jason took control of the kiss. He devoured Tristan's mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. They
stayed that way, locked together, for what felt like forever before Jason began to move. He drew
back and snapped his hips forward, his mouth swallowing Tristan's cry. One of his hands went to
Tristan's hip, lifting him enough to change the angle slightly.
Each thrust sent escalating ripples of pleasure through Tristan. He tangled his hands in Jason's
hair and clung, overwhelmed. Nothing existed but Jason's mouth on his, Jason's cock driving into
him, and the rising spiral of need in Tristan's body.
Another strong thrust struck Tristan in just the right way, and he exploded. His orgasm blinded
him to everything but the waves of ecstasy pouring through him. His back arched, breaking the
kiss, and his hips snapped up to meet Jason.
Jason gripped Tristan's hips in a near-painful grasp and pounded into him a few more times
before collapsing onto Tristan's chest. He buried his face in Tristan's neck, his breaths coming fast
and hard.
They lay quiet for several minutes. Tristan gathered enough energy to wrap his arms around
Jason's broad shoulders. He closed his eyes and nuzzled Jason's hair, comforted by the familiar
fresh, woodsy scent of it.
Jason's lips moved against Tristan's neck. "I love you."
Tristan tightened his arms. Emotion threatened to clog his throat. He swallowed it back. "I love
you, too, Jason."
He couldn't see Jason's face, but he felt Jason's lips turn up in a smile.
Chapter 27
Jason woke to a warm, solid presence curled into his side. He opened his eyes and smiled, happy
to be awake for the first time in weeks. Tristan lay beside him, sound asleep. Sometime during the
night, Tristan had rolled over so his back was to Jason, but he hadn't moved away. Even in sleep,
he stayed close.
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