by Kelex
Colt actually blushed a bit. “Yeah. So?”
Linc grinned. “Yeah, I’ll be done. And another thing—you leave me alone about Chance and I’ll leave you alone about your plumber.”
Colt stiffened. “He’s not my anything.” Colt turned to walk away. “Love makes you an asshole, Linc,” Colt shot over his shoulder as he left.
Love?
Linc stood there frozen. He didn’t love Chance. In all honesty, he barely knew Chance, even though they’d known one another for years.
Yet Linc could see himself spending a lot of time with Chance.
No other man had made him consider that. The men he spent his time with where just no-string flings. Chance wasn’t that. Not at all.
So what did that make him?
Linc went back to his cabinets, his head all over the place. He needed to get a grip before tonight.
Chance heard the knock at the door. His entire body heard that knock at the door. Chance felt his cock swell, his body grow tense, just at the thought of Linc being at the door.
This was why he needed to avoid Linc.
Eight weeks. Just eight more weeks.
He walked over and opened the door, sucking in a breath at the sight of Linc. He was wearing a nice button-down with a pair of tight jeans hugging his muscled thighs. And showing off his hellacious hard-on. Chance’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting Linc again.
Chance flushed and forced his stare up, meeting Linc’s.
That only made him feel worse. The same hunger was there in Linc’s eyes.
“Come in,” Chance said, sounding angrier than he felt. The only reason he was angry at all was his traitorous body and its reaction to the man.
Oh, and maybe the heavy-handed demand that Linc come tonight, forcing Chance to face him.
Linc walked in, his clunky boots loud on the hardwood floors.
“Let me grab the file,” Chance said. He headed for his kitchen counter on shaking legs and retrieved the file and a pen. He urged Linc over and handed the pen over as soon as Linc was at his side.
Lifting the page, he pointed to the lines Linc had to sign.
Linc smiled at Chance before leaning down. He scrawled his signature over the line, and Chance lifted another page.
Why does he have to smell so damned good? Chance tried not to drag deep inhales of Linc’s masculine scent into his nose. He also worked to control himself, to not attack the man and fuck him there on the kitchen floor.
Linc signed on all the lines and then handed Chance the pen.
“Congratulations. You’re a property owner,” Chance said, closing the file and offering a hand to Linc.
Linc took Chance’s hand and shook it. “Thanks for doing this. I know it’s not much of a commission for you, but I appreciate all your hard work on it.”
The touch of Linc’s hand on his was making his body throb. He wanted Linc’s hand all over him, touching him everywhere. Get control of yourself. No. You don’t want this.
Linc leaned in and kissed the side of Chance’s cheek. He stood back, with a weary smile. “I’ll miss you, Chance.”
Linc turned to leave, heading straight for the door.
Chance watched him, his confused libido screaming again. Twice now Chance had been robbed, three times if you could the emotional denial from their first ‘date.’
“Wait! Where are you going?”
Linc turned back around, staring at Chance. “You said I had no chance, so I needed to see you one last time before you left.”
“Just like that?”
Linc frowned. “Just like what?”
“You’re giving up, just like that? I expected you to fight a lot harder.”
Linc walked back a few steps, closing the gap between them. There was a little more than an arm’s length separating them.
It was too fucking far.
“Did you want me to fight harder, Chance? You seem to have your mind made up. You’re leaving.”
Chance was. He did have his mind made up.
Yet he’d change it for the right man.
Was Linc the right man?
“Maybe I did want you to fight harder, to give me a reason to stay.”
Linc stepped a little closer. “I don’t know what to do here. If I push too hard, I risk pushing you away. If I don’t push hard enough, you’ll slip through my fingers.”
“Tell me what this is.”
Linc was silent a moment. “I can’t. I don’t know. All I know is I want to be with you and see where this goes.”
“No strings fun?”
Linc shook his head. “More than that. I don’t want you to go.”
“I’ve already signed the papers,” Chance said. “I have to.”
Linc walked closer, dragging Chance into his arms. “Don’t. Go.”
Linc’s lips descended on Chance’s. The kiss started slowly, but quickly grew hotter, harder, and filled with all the want Chance felt in his heart. This was the Linc he’d always wanted, always sensed was there—a strong, vulnerable man, asking to be at his side.
He drank in Linc’s taste, burning it to memory, as he traced the inside of Linc’s mouth with his tongue, wanting to touch every inch of the man. Linc pushed them both back, against the kitchen island, and pinned Chance to it. Wrapped in Linc’s arms, Chance felt at home. This was where he belonged.
Linc drew back, his lids heavy. “I want you, so desperately.”
“Then take me.” Chance grabbed Linc’s hand and drew Linc to his bedroom.
Once inside, Linc peeled Chance’s clothes off, while Chance did the same to Linc. In no time, they were both naked, clutching one another close.
Linc lowered a hand to Chance’s cock and began to slide his fist up and down as he conquered Chance’s mouth. Chance was stunned with the strokes, the need overbearing from being denied what he wanted. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and he could hardly breathe as Linc accelerated his pace. Chance was ready to come before Linc had barely touched him.
Linc’s hand knew just how to grasp him, the measured strokes making Chance’s eyes roll back in his head. Chance reached for Linc, but Linc pushed his hand away. “No, this is about you, not me, right now. I want to make you come.”
Linc spun Chance and pushed him onto the mattress. Chance drew in a shocked breath when Linc began kissing Chance’s ass cheeks, and then another when Linc nuzzled his nose against Chance’s sac before licking Chance’s puckered hole. Chance moaned at the touch, his asshole instinctively clenching with need.
Linc lowered his head again and rimmed Chance’s anus, Linc’s warm, rough tongue making Chance’s back bow. The intimate caress wasn’t one he’d gotten before. The feeling was new to him, and he found he liked it.
Chance gasped as Linc grasped his cock and continued to massage his length. The dual sensations of his shaft being stroked while his asshole was licked was more than he could stand. He’d been in a near-constant state of need since their last dinner. He’d tried to masturbate, but it hadn’t been enough. Only Linc would sate his need.
Linc was ravenous, greedily licking his ass and balls, all while pumping his cock. Chance was already close to coming, had been close before they’d even made it onto the bed. It didn’t take long before Chance erupted, screaming Linc’s name as he came. Seed shot from him, coating Linc’s hand. Linc milked him, ensuring every drop was drawn from his shaking body.
When he was sated, he lowered slightly on the bed, a moment of exhaustion overtaking him as his body rebounded. Moisture touched his tight bud, and Chance realized Linc was using Chance’s cum to wet the entrance. A finger surged inside him and he moaned, loving Linc’s touch. Soon, another finger joined it and desire buzzed within Chance.
He’d always wanted to be fisted.
Who better to give him the first one?
“More, Linc,” he whispered. “Give me more.”
Linc added another finger, three thick digits spreading him open. Chance moaned, pushing back against L
inc’s strong hand. He loved the sensation of being pulled apart. Linc had been right, he was an ass pig. He liked it and it was no longer a secret between them.
“More, please,” Chance begged, feeling a tendril of shame for his need.
“If I give you much more, I’ll have my fist inside you,” Linc said before kissing Chance’s shoulder.
“And if that’s what I want?” Chance whispered.
Linc froze. “I won’t let this become a replay of our first time. I thought you wanted soft and gentle, to give us time to learn one another?”
Chance looked over his shoulder. “I think that time has passed. You know what I want. Just don’t run out the door when it’s over, okay?”
Linc leaned down and scarcely reached Chance’s lips, but he kissed them gently with the barely there caress. “Whatever you need, baby.”
Linc got up and went into the bathroom. Chance heard water running and the washing of hands. Soon after, Linc reached into Chance’s closet and pulled out the unused box of condoms Chance had stashed there. Linc ripped it open and pulled out a row of them, opening the first before tossing the rest on the bed.
He covered his hand with the condom. “This will have to do for now. Later we can get gloves to do this right,” Linc said, drawing the condom up his wrist.
With his free hand, Linc squeezed lube onto Chance’s ass, drenching his asshole. Chance moaned, knowing he was about to get what he’d fantasized about for a long, long time. He shook with need, knowing things were about to go to extremes.
Linc climbed behind him in bed and started working his hand into Chance’s ass. Chance closed his eyes, the stretching pull sending him over the edge. His heart thundered in his ears, sweat coating his body as Linc pushed deeper into him.
When the fourth finger was inside, Chance shuddered. It was too much, and Linc was nowhere near done. Yet he had to have this, Linc’s big hand inside him. Chance felt Linc’s thumb against his anus, and he tried to relax as the pain increased. Linc sank deeper into him, and when he slowly reached the thickest part of Linc’s hand, the air was sucked from Chance’s lungs.
But Linc slipped past quickly, his whole fist inside. And the pain subsided leaving nothing but pure pleasure. Chance’s cock was rock hard again, on the edge of another release having this fantasy come true.
Linc laid kisses along Chance’s back as he gently slid his hand in and out of Chance’s body. Soon enough, Chance began to roll his hips, meeting the thrust of Linc’s hand. Linc fucked him hard, pumping into Chance’s body. Just up to the wrist, Linc had little room to move. Chance wasn’t accustomed to that level of stretching. It burned deliciously as he fucked Linc’s hand.
On edge, he felt the sudden roil of cum in his balls. He’d come not long before and knew he couldn’t be ready again, but the sensation quickly built along his spine. With a scream, he came, his seed shooting from an untouched cock. Linc worked his hand inside Chance’s body, pushing Chance to the extreme.
Chance pulled off Linc’s hand, the sensation too much. He shook violently, the orgasm too overwhelming. Linc stroked his body, helping him calm, the condom disappearing without Chance’s notice. Once he came down from his high, Chance turned in the bed and laid on his back, reaching for Linc.
Linc took Chance’s hand and lay along Chance’s body. They kissed, heating Chance once more and giving him time to come down from his high. Chance knew Linc was still needy, though, and he wanted to satisfy Linc’s desires as well.
Crawling down Linc’s body, Chance drew Linc’s cock into his mouth, sucking the entire length down his throat. Linc gasped, clutching Chance’s head tightly as Chance worked up and down the shaft. Chance had practiced taking a big man with the dildos he had. He’d known Linc would be big everywhere, had anticipated it, and had ensured he was ready when the day had come.
He’d always known he’d have this chance, to have Linc in his bed.
Chance sucked deep, drawing Linc down into his throat. Linc’s body grew taut with every stroke of Chance’s tongue. When Chance was sure Linc was almost at the limit, Linc withdrew, pulling from Chance’s mouth.
“I want to come inside you. In your ass.”
Chance nodded.
“Bare. Can I be bare?”
Chance shivered. He wanted to feel Linc’s cum inside him. “Are you clean?”
“Yes. Tested last month. And no drugs, of course.”
Chance nodded. “I’m clean, too.”
Linc growled, rolling Chance over to his stomach. He climbed behind Chance and got into position. The broad tip of Linc’s cock worked against his puckered flesh, seeking entry. Linc guided himself into Chance, slowly inching in. Chance squeezed his eyes against the erotic stretch of flesh.
Linc’s cock was perfect. It was long and thick, longer and thicker than any man Chance had been with, which was a short list. He might have been out for a long time, but he wasn’t the manwhore Linc apparently was. Chance was a little jealous of all those partners of Linc’s, but if they’d taught Linc how to fuck this well, then…
Once Linc was balls deep inside Chance, he paused. “Am I enough after that?”
“More than enough.” Chance turned his head, seeking the passion and flavor of the male behind him. Chance wanted to see Linc, needed to taste him and feel his lover’s lips on his.
Linc grasped the side of Chance’s head and plundered his mouth. Chance opened for Linc and gave him everything he had. It had been so long, waiting for this moment—where it wasn’t all about sex, but a connection of two souls.
Just because it was rough and raw didn’t make it any less a bonding of two men.
Linc drove into Chance, giving Chance everything the male had. Linc wrapped a muscled arm around Chance’s stomach, drawing Chance closer as he thrust into Chance’s body. Being that close, stealing Linc’s heat, made Chance grow hard once more, even though he knew he had nothing left. This was all about Linc now. Chance had taken. Now it was his turn to give.
Linc impaled Chance over and over, laying claim to his body with masterful strokes. Chance let his experienced lover take over, surrendering his body to the pleasure he felt. Linc knew exactly what to do. Each and every caress, thrust, kiss, and bite had been perfectly timed and urged Chance closer and closer to the edge. His cock was already hard again and swaying painfully with each pummel of Linc’s cock. Chance’s shaft pulsated and his sac tightened close to his body as another orgasm loomed—so soon after the last. There was no way he could come again. It was impossible. He reached down between his legs and gripped his length in his fist, pumping his hand up and down in time to Linc’s drives.
Linc’s hand covered his as Chance stroked himself. Squeezing, Linc took over, but kept Chance’s hand in place so they were both fondling Chance’s shaft. A tremor raced down Chance’s spine as he felt another orgasm barreling down on him.
A third orgasm was an impossibility. He couldn’t recover so quickly. Yet it was there upon him in seconds, threating to shatter him.
When Linc’s body tensed, Chance could feel his lover’s cock jerk within him just seconds before he felt the hot splash of cum shooting deep in his ass. That was the straw that broke him. His cries sounded out along with Linc’s, his seed shooting and spreading down their entangled fingers.
When Linc had milked every last drop into Chance’s body, he gently pulled from Chance’s ass and fell to the mattress.
Chance rolled to his back and lay beside Linc, both of them breathing hard. Worry filled Chance, wondering if there would be a repeat performance after all. Linc did not touch him, speak, nor do anything to show he still wanted to be there beside Chance.
Linc jumped from the bed and went to the bathroom.
Chance’s heart fell.
Linc returned seconds later, with a cloth in hand. Just as he had before.
But this time, Linc stared into Chance’s face.
Linc climbed back into the bed and kissed Chance breathless before drawing back and wiping Chance’s
body, cleaning him. Once Linc was done, he wiped his own cock off before tossing the cloth onto the floor.
Then Linc drew Chance into his arms and kissed him again.
Warmth filled Chance, cocooned in his bear’s arms.
This was where he belonged.
“I love you, Chance.”
Chance froze, the words shocking him.
Linc sought Chance’s stare, capturing it.
The heated emotion in that stare was more than Chance could’ve ever expected.
“I love you, too.”
Linc smiled before capturing Chance’s lips once more time.
The End
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