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chuckled.
"Fuck off, AJ." Micah and Tucker yelled at the same time,
then burst into laughter.
Micah's laugh was a little strained, but fortunately Tucker
didn't seem to notice. Tucker hopped up and held a hand
down to Micah.
Taking his hand, Micah allowed Tucker to help him up. As
Tucker disappeared back into the bathroom, shaking his
head, Micah swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew
Tucker was leaving. Micah just had to make sure his heart
stayed here when Tucker left.
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by J. L. Langley
Chapter Eight
Tucker woke in the middle of the night to a warm, firm
body snuggled against him. Ah damn, that's nice. His mind
struggled to remember what had led up to him having a man
in his bed, but couldn't quite focus past the warmth and
comfort. How long had it been since he'd allowed a lover to
spend the whole night? It wasn't something he normally did,
but at the moment, he couldn't remember why he didn't like
his lovers sleeping over. He was very cozy. He wrapped his
arm around the slim waist and burrowed his face in the man's
neck. Tucker stuck his tongue out, tasting the slightly salty
skin, and received an "Mmm" from the body in front of him.
Bucking up against the firm ass nestled against his
erection, Tucker ran his fingers over smooth, bare ab
muscles. Lovely. Slim and sleek like a swimmer, or a runner.
Whoever it was had a sinewy build with very little body hair.
The type of lover Tucker had always adored. It was a nice
contrast to his own body and always reminded him of Mic
Tucker's eyes flew open, and he was afraid to breathe.
Glancing down, he studied the black sleep-tousled hair and
stunning profile. Micah.
"Mmm ... 'ker."
Tucker sucked in a breath. Had Micah just said Tucker?
Micah's voice was rough and drowsy, but it had sure sounded
like Tucker's name. If Micah did say Tucker, it meant he
realized what he was doing. Right? And that meant Tucker
could enjoy it, right? Tucker questioned his logic for about
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two seconds before running his hand over Micah's belly again.
"What?"
"Doan stob." Micah wiggled his butt up against Tucker's
cock again and pressed his back to Tucker's chest.
Micah wasn't eighteen anymore, he was an adult now. If
Micah wanted Tucker too, what would it really hurt? They
were married. And why did that make Tucker smile? Lord, he
really was a possessive bastard. His cock was so fucking hard
it throbbed. This was, in a sense, looking after Micah. Okay,
that was a stretch, even for Tucker, but still ... He was so
tired of denying them both what they wanted. This moment
had been inevitable since the second Micah walked back into
Tucker's life.
Tucker trailed his fingers down Micah's belly, over the tight
cotton briefs. Oh yeah, Tucker wasn't the only one wanting.
Flattening his hand, he rubbed it over the hard ridge of
Micah's cock and was rewarded with a moan. A long, throaty
moan that sounded sexy as hell.
Micah thrust forward, asking for more.
"You sure about this?"
"Please." Goddamn, Micah's voice sounded good first thing
in the morning. It was all rusty and ... deep.
Nuzzling his face in the bend of Micah's neck, Tucker
slipped his hand past the elastic in Micah's briefs and gripped
one of the thickest pricks Tucker had ever had the pleasure of
touching. It jerked in his hand.
Micah thrust his hips forward, making his dick slide
through Tucker's grip. He fumbled behind him and over
Tucker's hip. Finally, Micah's hand slid between them, tickling
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Tucker's hipbone, then gripping his boner without moving his
boxers.
"Fuck." Aw man, he was such a goner. He hadn't wanted
to admit it even to himself, but after they'd made love the
first time, he'd never been able to get over Micah. Tucker had
missed Micah something terrible and wondered if he'd done
the right thing by leaving that night. To this day, abandoning
Micah had been one of the hardest things Tucker had ever
done.
Licking a line up Micah's neck, Tucker closed his eyes. He
lost himself in the salty taste and musky smell of his man.
Micah stroked up then down through the thin cotton of
Tucker's boxers as he pushed his own cock through Tucker's
hand again.
A tingle raced up Tucker's back. Damn, that felt good. It'd
feel better if he could lose the shorts though. Kissing Micah's
stubbly jaw right behind his ear, Tucker reluctantly let go of
Micah's dick. "Turn over, baby."
With a groan of protest, Micah loosened his grip on Tucker
and rolled over and tangled the bedcovers. Micah's long dark
lashes hid his big copper-colored eyes. If not for the light
dusting of beard stubble on his cheeks, he'd have looked
sweet and innocent.
Who was Tucker kidding? Micah did look sweet and
innocent. Pushing the blanket and sheets off them, Tucker
bunched the covers around their knees. He shouldn't do this.
It was going to make leaving even harder than it was going to
be already.
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Micah pressed against Tucker, snuggling close. As Micah
fished out Tucker's prick, Micah rooted around with his face
until he buried it against the base of Tucker's neck. Little
grunts and moans poured out of Micah. Languorously, he ran
his hand up and down Tucker's cock, completely oblivious to
the inner struggle Tucker waged with himself. Micah situated
his knee between Tucker's thighs, and ground against Tucker.
Micah made no move to hurry, just sort of went with the flow.
Fuck it. Stuffing his hand past the cotton waistband of
Micah's underwear, Tucker grabbed Micah's cock again and
started stroking the smooth skin in time with Micah's
ministrations. Using his other hand, Tucker dislodged Micah's
mouth from his neck and tilted his face up. Micah's eyes were
still closed and the serene peaceful expression was still in
place. He was amazing. How had no one snatched him up
already? Thank God for small country towns where being gay
just wasn't an option for most. Slanting his lips down over
Micah's, Tucker probed for entrance with his tongue.
Micah's eyes shot open wide. He gasped and jerked back,
letting go of Tucker. Micah clutched his hands into his chest,
looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Tucker frowned. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach
and his erection dwindled. Micah had been asleep.
"Don't stop. We both want this. I'm tired of fighting it."
Catching Micah around the waist, Tucker covered Micah's
mouth with his again. He pressed through Micah's lips as the
heat of Micah's nearly naked body pushed against him. It was
absolute heaven. Micah felt so damn right in his arms, like he
belonged there. Please don't let him pull away again.
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A small whimper left Micah's lips as he opened his mouth
and kissed Tucker back. His tongue tangled with Tucker's and
his arms wound around Tucker's neck. Micah thrust against
Tucker's leg then moved back, gasping. Micah's gaze traveled
down Tucker's body, focusing on Tucker's already hard prick.
"Oh damn." Tucker looked his fill too.
Micah's stomach heaved in and out with his breath. His
cock was hard and begging for attention with a wet spot
staining the cotton briefs.
Tucker's own breath caught at the sheer beauty before
him. Grabbing Micah's underwear, Tucker yanked them down
Micah's thighs and off, then drew him forward by his prick.
Feeling the hard heat against his lower stomach, Tucker
moaned before crashing his mouth down on Micah's.
With a dazed look on his face, Micah pulled back again and
shook his head as if to clear it. "We shouldn't do this." His
voice didn't sound at all convincing.
"The hell we shouldn't."
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