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It feels close enough to fucking to destroy what’s left of my control. My clothed chest covers his naked back. My cock slides between his ass cheeks with every thrust, rubbing against him without going inside. His body moves under mine, meeting me hard each time.

I reach around and take his cock in my hand.

It’s hot and heavy, the head dripping against my fingers. I spread the wetness down the shaft and tighten my grip. Fraser jerks forward, then shoves back against me even harder.

“Fuck.” His voice is rough. “Do that again.”

I stroke him from root to tip, dragging my thumb over the slit before closing my fist on the way down. His hips snap into my hand. I do it again, slower, feeling his cock pulse in my grip.

“Like that?”

“Yeah. Fuck, yes.”

I press my mouth to the tattoo on the back of his shoulder and lick the salt from his skin. He shudders. His ass clamps tighter around my cock, and the next thrust sends the head sliding through the cleft until it bumps against his lower back.

My release gathers again, faster this time. Fraser’s mouth ruined whatever control I had. The weight of his cock in my hand, his ass moving against me, the sounds he’s making are finishing the job.

I bite his shoulder and stroke him harder.

“Pope.” His arms start to shake. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Push back.”

He does. His ass meets every thrust, using my cock as shamelessly as he used his mouth. I tighten my fist around him and keep the same pace until his breathing turns into broken, helpless sounds.

“Come for me,” I say against his neck.

“You first.”

Even now, he has to fight me.

I drive forward. My cock slides hard between his cheeks, and the friction catches me exactly right. My balls draw tight. The first pulse is so hard my knees nearly give, and I pull back just far enough to come across his ass and lower back.

My hips keep jerking. Thick streaks spill over his skin, white against the black ink near his hip. I groan into his shoulder with each one.

My hand never stops moving on his cock.

Fraser curses and bucks into my fist. I tighten my grip through the slick at the head and stroke him faster, holding him against me while his knees start to give.

“Now,” I tell him. “Come.”

His cock pulses hard in my hand. Hot come spills over my fingers and spatters the carpet between his feet. His body locks, then shudders beneath me while I keep stroking him through it.

The room goes quiet except for both of us trying to breathe.

I’m still pressed along his back. My cock hasn’t fully softened. Come cools on my hand and streaks Fraser’s skin. I can feel his heartbeat through the arm wrapped across his chest.

“Fuck,” Fraser says. His laugh is breathless and wrecked. “I didn’t realize you were into men.”

The words hit like ice water.

I let go of him and step back. The room feels too bright. Fraser straightens slowly and turns toward me, still naked, his face flushed and his mouth swollen from my cock.

“I’m not.” I pull up my underwear and shove my cock into my pants with hands that refuse to work properly. “Shit happens on the road.”

His mouth closes. The wrecked grin doesn’t come back.

I get my zipper up. I leave my shirt tucked wrong and my belt hanging open because fixing either one would mean standing here longer.