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“You’re not as much of a creep as me. I told you that after one time I got a book for you I wanted to fuck you against the bookshelves.”
Miles smiled. “I always thought you looked particularly tall when you did that.”
“What, when I fucked you against the bookshelves?”
He slapped Beckett’s chest softly. “No, when you got me books from the tallest shelf. You’d tower over me…” Miles trailed off. “Maybe we should do it one day. Have sex against a bookshelf.” He thought about it. “No, we can’t risk ruining important textbooks.”
“Or getting caught by the librarians,” Beckett said.
Miles laughed. “Let’s do it when we’re both rich doctors. We’ll buy a huge mansion with a library and do it there.”
“We might damage your hoard of medicine books.”
“Or your Stephen King collection,” Miles added, then waved a hand. “Whatever. We’ll be able to afford replacements.”
Beckett chuckled and kissed Miles again. This time, the kiss was deeper as they slipped their tongues into each other’s mouth. Their hands explored the other’s body. Miles pushed his fingers through Beckett’s hair and slipped his other hand under Beckett’s shirt, caressing the large span of his firm back.
Beckett’s palms caressed Miles’s chest and abs, then drifted to his stomach, just above the waistband of his pants, making his body hot with desire.
“Beckett,” he murmured. “I…”
“Yeah?” Beckett rumbled, voice deeper than usual.
“I want you inside me.”
Beckett made a low noise and dove his hand past the waistband, wrapping deft fingers around Miles’s hardening cock.
Miles was just about to push Beckett’s pants down when he pulled away.
“What’s wrong?”
“We need supplies,” Beckett said.
“Did you bring that stuff?” Miles asked.
Beckett shook his head. “I never thought in a million years this would happen.”
“I didn’t bring stuff either,” Miles said. He didn’t even have a condom in his wallet, nothing.
“Let me check my car,” Beckett said.
Miles made a protesting noise—he didn’t want Beckett to go, not when he was hard, not when Beckett had been touching him just moments ago and it’d felt so good. But if Beckett left, he’d find the stuff, and then they could have sex.
Miles let go of him. Beckett got up and, with a promise in his eyes that he wouldn’t take longer than necessary, slipped out of the tent.
Miles tried not to touch himself while he waited. It’d be better to hold on for Beckett, he knew that. But after it had been three minutes and Beckett still hadn’t returned—he could hear car doors opening and closing—he gave his dick a stroke and let out a long sigh. He wanted Beckett there right now.
Finally, Beckett returned. “Sorry I took so long. I had to check everywhere.” He held up a condom and a travel-sized tube of lubricant.
“Thank god,” Miles said, sagging in relief. “I don’t know what I would’ve done. They didn’t have that stuff at the general store. Not that it’d be open at this time of night.”
“You checked for condoms and lube at the general store?” Beckett asked.
“It was the morning after we jerked off together. Obviously, the thought of this crossed my mind.”
Beckett twisted his lips, as if trying to suppress a smile, and failed. His wide grin spread across his face, eyes bright. “I can’t believe this is happening. This is the kind of thing that’d only happen in my dreams.”
Miles pulled him down, and they landed on top of the sleeping bag as he attacked Beckett’s lips. Beckett’s body was pliant and submissive as Miles roamed his hands over his vast, strong body, his hands on Miles’s hips as they kissed.
