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As it is, I trail my fingertips over his smooth throat, feeling the gentle ridge of his Adam’s apple. Warm skin. So soft. Just when I start to doubt it, start to wonder if he likes this, he starts breathing harder. Shallow.
I put my left hand on his shoulder, look at his closed eyes, and ask them to open. And they do. Somehow, he hears me.
I hold his gaze and let my fingers run along his jaw. His shoulders jerk with a small shudder. His eyes are changing…getting wider…pupils larger. His lips part, and I think he looks panicked. He jerks a breath in. "Get down!"
"What do you—"
"Get down, Miller."
He sounds so urgent, I do it without question. His feet hit the ground first, and he starts striding between tombstones.
When I turn around, I see him running.
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Josh
"Ezra!"
I feel sick, then pissed, as I take off behind him. "Ezra!"
When he doesn't slow, it kick-starts my adrenaline. I jog faster, speeding up enough so that I’m close enough to catch his arm. I grab him at an angle that makes him whirl partway toward me.
"Damn, dude! What did I do?"
His eyes flash like lightning.
"You don't want me touching you?" My fucking voice cracks on the words as I look down at the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut as tears throb behind them. "Sorry."
His hand comes under my chin, squeezing so my body freezes.
"No." He lifts my face so our eyes meet. "I knew if you touched me one more time, I would do this."
And then he steps in closer, wraps a hand around the back of my head, and kisses me so hard and deep I nearly slide to the ground.
The first thought I have, as he makes my limbs go weak and my heart swell up twice its size, is I don’t know how. I don’t know how to kiss him back. I try…as he attacks my mouth—over and over in a gentle, hot, slick rhythm. God, I hope I’m doing this right.
I'm scared till I feel him shaking; his lips pull off mine so he can pant like he’s been running. Then he comes back to me. Hands and mouth…his hips, his pecs pressed to mine. Who’s shaking? It’s both of us. We kiss till my head spins. Until my lips feel bruised and sore and my tongue stings a little from the tangle with his. His teeth nip at my lip, and my whole body does this little tremor.
He pulls back with wide eyes. "Did I hurt you?"
His lips are red. I huff a soft laugh, and his face relaxes. "No." I touch his mouth. "Your lips are swollen."
He looks down. "That's not all."
There's a bulge in his pants. Not a bulge. A rock-hard boner trying to get out. It makes my aching-hard erection throb.
"Fuck," he murmurs as he reaches down to cup me. "Now we've gotta walk home," he rasps, covering a smile with his hand.
"Let me jerk you."
He kisses my lips gently. “Miller, Miller… Who knew you were such an exhibitionist?”
“I can’t walk like this.”
His palm cups me as he grins a wicked grin.
"Let's go over there behind the crypt,” I whisper. “Between it and the brick wall. I'll pull down your pants and—"
"You'll pull down your pants and let me suck you off." He grabs my wrist and starts to lead me that way. Then he cuts his eyes over his shoulder at me, gentling his grip on my arm. He stops walking and steps closer to me, holding my hip as his lips find my neck.
"Can you take your pants down outside and let me blow you? I won't smear it on your abs. I'll swallow every…fucking…drop." He kisses me between each word.
I can barely speak for what he's doing to my throat now.
"What do you say?" He drops a kiss over the spot he just bruised and cups my elbow with his hand.
"I want you," I manage. "Before."
He nibbles at my lower lip, rubbing me through my pants. He rubs so good, my eyes sag shut. I start to press myself against his hand.
"What do you want to do to me?" his low voice murmurs.
"Suck you. Suck your balls and your dick." I'm rubbing him again now. I can feel how hard he is. He's hard for me.
"Let's go," he says. This time, he takes my hand. He leads me into the trees, behind some of the taller crypts, and motions to a soft-looking spot between two saplings.
"You first,” I rasp. My heart's pounding and my cock's throbbing; all I want is to touch him.
"I've got an idea. Lie down. Take your pants down.” I do what he asks, lying on my back in the leaves, and he's pulling his pants down, too. I blink up at him.
Oh fuck...he’s so big. It looks like a living thing under his dark green boxers. I push myself up on an elbow, wanting to pet him through the fabric, but he crouches in front of me, pushing my shoulders down. And then he’s crawling over me. Jesus H., he’s getting into sixty-nine position.
