by Sean Michael
He pushed his ass back, encouraging Stephen to keep touching.
“Later. We can bitch and cry and fight tomorrow over coffee and bagels.” A series of soft kisses tickled up his spine, searching out each little hot spot with a patience that a younger Stephen would never have had. “Let’s just make love tonight.”
He smiled as he nodded. Stephen was reading his mind. Turning his head, Richard searched for Stephen’s mouth, looking for another of those same-different kisses.
Stephen settled beside him, kissing his forehead, lips sliding down his nose, before coming to rest on his, Stephen just breathing with him, watching him, eyes wide. He smiled, hand sliding over Stephen’s back, touching whatever skin he could reach.
Stephen’s eyes smiled and he pressed close, tongue sliding over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth wide, taking Stephen’s tongue inside, turning to press their bodies together. His prick slid along Stephen’s, both of them hard again, needing and wanting.
After a few adjustments for legs and arms, Stephen fit so well -- warm and almost liquid, relaxed and hungry at the same time. Stephen kissed him, touched him, met him halfway in every thrust and stroke and moan. It wasn’t what he was used to at all, but he liked it, the newness exciting, the fact that it was Stephen, making it right rather than scary.
Stephen’s hands stroked through his hair, eyes getting darker, heavy-lidded. “Rich. God.”
“You feel good, Stephen. Better than ever.” He slid his own hands along the slim, lightly muscled lines of Stephen’s body, enjoying the heat and smoothness of it.
“I do. I missed this.” Green eyes caught his, serious and happy all at once. “You should eat chocolate every day; it tastes amazing in your mouth.”
He chuckled. “Do you know how many years it took before I lost all my pastry fat from when I was with you? God, you’re an amazing chef. Pretty fucking hot in bed, too. Now more than ever.”
“Well, the secret is more fucking than chocolate -- an orgasm for every bite.” Stephen chuckled, licking his mouth. “Then your question is -- do you take big bites or little bites?”
“Mm... I’ll go for big bites and big orgasms, please.”
Stephen’s laughter bloomed in his lips, bright and warm and happy. “Well, let’s work off bite number two, shall we?”
“Oh yeah, you’re on.” He swallowed Stephen’s laughter and his tongue, pulling as much of Stephen as he could into himself.
Stephen’s laughter morphed into a sigh into a groan. He fed a moan back into those hungry lips as Stephen rolled their hips together, cock hard and hot and silky against him. He got his hand around that prick, loving the way it felt like his palm was on fire, burning up with the heat of Stephen’s cock.
He thought Stephen was mimicking him when the thin hand moved between them, but then Stephen pushed their cocks together, groaning, “Together, Rich. Need... Oh, together.”
Groaning, he opened his hand to bring his own cock closer to Stephen’s. Was that whimper from him as their cock heads slid together?
Stephen twined their fingers together, gasping into his mouth as their hands began to move. “Oh! Yes... Yes.”
Damn it was good. So hard and hot and desperately fucking needy and good. He pushed his hips, cock sliding along Stephen’s as well as within their hands.
Stephen pushed deep into the kiss, hungry for him, humping their hands with quick, jerky motions, sobbing into his mouth as those green eyes devoured him. He felt consumed, eaten whole by Stephen’s need.
Their hands slid over the heads of their cocks, squeezing, and Stephen came with a cry, body shaking, his name ringing through the room. His name like he was special, like he was responsible for Stephen’s pleasure. Like Stephen meant it.
Richard cried out Stephen’s name in turn as he came, adding his own heat and liquid to the mess on their hands.
Stephen was still licking and moaning against his lips when the aftershocks faded. “I missed you, Rich.”
“Stephen.” Smiling, he slid his fingers along Stephen’s face. Yeah, this was good.
Stephen sighed, nibbling at his fingers as they crossed near hungry lips. “Stay?”
“I was hoping you’d ask.”
“Good.” He got another kiss and Stephen sat up long enough to clean them up, set the alarm, and turn off the light. Then Richard found his arms full of warm, familiar skin.
“You work on Saturdays?” he asked.
Stephen grinned at him. “I own a restaurant on my own. I work everyday. Don’t worry, I won’t wake you at four, honest, and by nine there’ll be coffee and breakfast on the table.”
“Sounds wonderful. And you can wake me at four for a quickie.”
“Sounds perfect.” He got a soft kiss and then Stephen nuzzled against his shoulder, almost immediately asleep.
He stroked the soft skin for a while, wondering at how fate had brought them back together and what it could mean. Eventually, his eyes dropped closed and his breathing slowed as he fell asleep and dreamed of what he hoped it meant.
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