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“Wait.” Jay"s head spun at the loss of heat around his dick. “I didn"t mean I

don"t know what I want. I want this, want you. It"s confusing.” Surprising.

Astounding. Impossible. “But not…” He lowered his head. “It"s just…I"ve never done

this before. I mean…” Heat rose in his face.

Lincoln slipped a hand inside Jay"s pants again and smiled. “Your body knows

what it wants. So I"m thinking you not only talk too much, you think too much.”

“No more talking. No more thinking. Got it.”

Lincoln kissed him and continued lower, mouth to skin until his lips met the

base of Jay"s neck. His breath brushed skin as he spoke. “I don"t mind the talking so

much.” He sucked on Jay"s flesh. He had to be leaving marks.

“Okay,” Jay said. “You sure about this?”

“Me? Did you miss the part where I haven"t gotten laid in months?”

“But should it be with me?”

“I don"t know why, but yeah. This is weird. And stupid. And possibly the worst

idea my cock"s ever had.” He flattened the palm of his free hand to the door beside

Jay"s head and leaned in. “But this has got to be harder on you than me. So I figure

it"s either one of two things.” He ran his tongue up Jay"s neck, this time adding

teeth to the mix, his hand gliding over Jay"s cock. Then he pulled back. “You"re

either fucking with me to get back at me. Or you really want me. I can"t blame you

for the first, so I won"t complain as long as you aren"t the one threatening my

family. And…” He was back to working up marks on Jay"s neck, his voice throaty as

he said, “I want you to fuck me, so I"m willing to take the risk.”

“You sure—”

“Stop thinking. No strings. A fuck. Nothing more. Nothing to feel guilty about.”

“No. You sure no one"s home?”

A grin hit Lincoln"s mouth. “They went to a basketball game, but they"ll be

home later so we better not waste time.”

“Okay.” What the hell was he doing? And why couldn"t he stop himself? Jay

drew Lincoln to him, grinding his hard cock on the other man"s hip, and shed his

coat. He needed to feel Lincoln"s skin on him, wanted to feel the contact of a man"s

chest against his. Who was he kidding? He wanted to know what
Lincoln’s
chest felt

like against his and what the man"s body felt like pressed on top of him. Jay raised

his shirt over his head.

The smirk on Lincoln"s lips disappeared. He stilled the hand on Jay"s dick and

stared at the two rings dangling from the chain.

Jay would not take them off. He hadn"t at any time during the past year. He

wouldn"t hide who he was. Not even to make this easier. For either of them.

Lincoln almost touched the tips of his fingers to the bands but stopped short.

“There"s been no one since?”

“No one.”

All the desire had left Lincoln"s eyes, his face grim.

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Jay squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe he should take the rings off. He couldn"t do

this and think about her. She"d never blame anyone for an accident. Yet what would

she think of where Jay was and what he was doing?

Lincoln lifted Jay"s head with a push of one finger to his chin. “You want this?”

“Yeah…want to feel again.” Jay"s breath caught in his chest.

“You"ll feel it.” Lincoln leaned in and whispered in Jay"s ear. “Just breathe.” He

slowly lowered Jay"s pants and briefs, crouched to get them off, and stood.

Jay shivered with need, his cock hard, his skin heated, his body focused on one

outcome. He joined it. All thoughts of anything else gone, he gripped Lincoln"s shirt

in both fists and tugged it over the man"s head. He left getting the shirt the rest of

the way off to Lincoln while he attacked the man"s pants. Lincoln groaned as Jay"s

knuckles brushed his cock.

Pants and underwear off, they stood bare before each other. The hard,

muscular flesh captivated Jay. The muscles of Lincoln"s chest were well-defined,

smooth, with little chest hair to obstruct the view. Jay placed his palms over the

pectoral muscles and let his fingers explore. He flicked a nipple, ran his hands south

over the taut stomach muscles, and then lower to the man"s hips. The thick cock

seemed too large to have been in Jay"s mouth. And impossibly too large to fit in his

ass. Jay shuddered, and couldn"t pretend it had anything to do with fear, or denial,

or guilt. It was pure anticipation at the idea of Lincoln fucking him.

“Touch me,” Lincoln said.

Jay had been standing there, staring at Lincoln, the three fingers of one hand

holding on to the man"s hip, with no other part of them touching.

“Sorry,” he said. “You"re beautiful.”

Lincoln scoffed. “Stop talking.” He reached for Jay and pulled them together

again. The press of chest to chest and the deep, exploring kiss had Jay ready to pop.

One touch of Lincoln"s hand to his dick, and he"d explode.

He wanted nothing more than the man"s slick mouth on his shaft again. That

was until Lincoln shifted, and their cocks slid against one another with each thrust

of their bodies.
Better—it keeps getting better
. Jay never wanted it to end. But he

also wanted to chase down his orgasm and ride it till morning.

Lincoln obviously had other ideas. He took a step back.

Jay whimpered. He actually whimpered out loud.

With a slight shake of his head, Lincoln said, “Gotta slow this down, or I"m

gonna come. Get on the bed.”

One unsteady step after another and Jay stood next to the bed. He didn"t

move.

“You okay?” Lincoln asked as he pressed against Jay"s back.

“Yeah.”

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

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“Trying to remember the names of these Autobots”—he pointed to the bed—“on

the sheets.”

“What?”

“Just calming down like you said.” Jay hoped to last, wanted his first time

inside another man—inside
this man
—to be more than a couple of awkward

thrusts. He wanted to savor everything. And for Lincoln to enjoy it too.

Lincoln chuckled and spun him around. Jay wanted another kiss. He didn"t

have time to get one. Lincoln shoved him to the bed and climbed on top of him. He

bent over Jay"s groin, his dark hair and skin a contrast to Jay"s lighter skin, to the

lighter patch of hair above Jay"s cock. Lincoln settled on his knees, one on each side

of Jay"s calves. He hunched over and stared at Jay"s dick and balls. He looked like a

starving dog about to attack the only bone he"d seen in weeks. It was a little

unnerving. Jay rose onto his elbows to get a better look as Lincoln parted his lips

and ran his tongue over the tip of Jay"s cock.

Jay couldn"t help himself; he whimpered again, dropped to the bed, and bucked

his hips. He clenched the bedsheet on each side of him, crinkling two images of the

alien Autobots. Funny how his resolve to hate Lincoln McCaw had been as easy to

destroy as the representation of the metal robots.

Also funny how he didn"t care right then. Not with Lincoln"s mouth dropping

over the crown of his dick. “Jesus,” he hissed. The man could suck. Lincoln wrapped

a hand around the base of Jay"s dick and set to a rhythm of pull and suck, squeeze

and swirl that had Jay"s head thrown back and his hands wrenched into the sheets

more, bruising the skin on his fingers. Lincoln"s sucking, his deep lunges, his every

touch was passionate, powerful, unpredictable.

“Shit!” Jay cried out. “Gonna come.”

Lincoln withdrew and sat back until his ass rested on Jay"s lower legs. The

man"s heated balls grazed his flesh.

“Why"d you stop?”

“Almost couldn"t.” Lincoln licked his lower lip, the look on his face part hungry,

part intoxicated. “You feel too damn good in my mouth. But you"re going to fuck me.

I"m not taking a chance you won"t be able to get it up twice.”

Jay sat up on his elbows. “I"ll get it up again.”

“That"s what they all say. Anything to get my mouth back on your dick.”

“I wouldn"t do that.”

Lincoln leaned forward and pressed himself against Jay"s groin and chest,

trapping their cocks between them.

Jay"s breath hitched. God, he had missed this. The contact. The intimacy.

Although having his dick rub against another man"s wasn"t anything he"d

experienced before. Had never imagined it would have his body so on fire, his every

nerve ending buzzing with sensation. Lincoln kissed him, a deep, slow kiss that

curled Jay"s toes with the intensity.

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“Are you telling me you don"t want to fuck me?” Lincoln asked. He ground his

pelvis against Jay"s, gliding their dicks together.

How could such simple rubbing, the slide of his cock against another feel so

good? “I do. I want that.” He wanted to know. He"d never done it. With anyone.

They stared at each other, their eyes and lips mere inches apart. Lincoln shot

off the bed and went for his coat. He left the chair on the floor and removed several

items from the leather"s inner pocket. He held them in the air. A condom and a

small bottle of lube. “You"re lucky I"m always prepared. Only the one, though.”

Oh God. They were really going to do this.

Lincoln tossed the condom and lube on the bed and climbed on top of Jay,

straddling his thighs again. A tattoo covered a two-inch-high strip of Lincoln"s

upper arm. The outline of an eagle feather. Tribal. With a lone wolf depicted in

midrun on the interior of the feather. Jay didn"t think. He leaned forward and ran

the tip of his tongue over the feather"s edge, then the wolf.

“Fuck.” Lincoln gripped the back of Jay"s head, his fingers burrowing through

his hair. “Love your mouth, that tongue.”

The words spurred Jay on. He traced the feather again, loving the taste of

salty skin, the scent of musk and sweat, the taste and smell of this man. Dizzy with

lust, he fell back to the bed, wanting more—so much more.

And Lincoln gave him more. He bent forward and pressed another long kiss on

Jay"s lips before pulling back. He had the condom in his hand, the package already

open. He removed the rubber, shimmied backward, and took Jay"s cock in his hand.

He rolled the condom on Jay, his big fingers moving slowly, carefully sliding the

rubber on. Was that how his touch always was? Or were his careful movements an

attempt at not breaking their lone condom, the only thing that could stop the

moment?

Because apparently, nothing else could stop them.

The bottle of lubricant in Lincoln"s hand, he squeezed a glob onto his palm and

slicked Jay"s cock, working the sensitive organ a little too long.

“Wait,” Jay said. “You"ll make me come.”

“Don"t you dare.” Lincoln drew his hand away as if Jay"s cock had caught fire.

“Didn"t you hear me? One goddamn rubber.”

There couldn"t possibly be any way for Jay to be more turned on than he was.

Until Lincoln spread more lube onto his fingers and reached around to his own ass.

Watching Lincoln touch himself, getting ready for him was about to make Jay

come faster than the friction of a moment before.

With his other hand, Lincoln grabbed Jay"s and brought it to his ass. Jay felt

Lincoln"s fingers buried inside the man"s own body, then Lincoln slipped his fingers

free and slid Jay"s inside him. Hot. Tight. Too tight for his dick. Jay"s breath

quickened.

“I—” He wasn"t sure what to say.

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Then no words were needed. Lincoln rocked his body, forcing Jay"s fingers in

and out. Jay got the hint and pumped his hand, and Lincoln moaned; his head tilted

back. So sexy. Beautiful.

They stayed like that for several breaths, Jay fucking Lincoln with his fingers.

The pose so hot, so erotic. Like nothing he"d ever done. Lincoln pitched forward, his

hands on the bed on either side of Jay, his body still shifting as they kissed.

Jay raised his head to deepen the kiss, wanting more of Lincoln"s tongue in his

mouth, but Lincoln pulled back and kept retreating until they sat upright, Jay"s

chest and abs tight against Lincoln"s body.

He lifted a leg and slid off Jay, his voice husky as he said, “Move aside.”

They rolled together, Jay giving over as much bed as he could manage. Lincoln

got on his knees and lowered his upper body to the bed. He pressed his forehead to

the mattress, raised his arms over his head, and gripped the headboard in both

hands. A sexy-assed, wanton, desperate move.

Jay froze. He"d never seen a guy bare himself in such a way.

Lincoln turned his head to the side. “Fuck me, Jay. Or I"m jerking off like this,

"cause I"m not moving.”

Jerking off sounded good. But so did a lot of other things. Things he"d always

wanted to try. Jay ran a hand over the man"s ass. He couldn"t help himself. He

leaned forward and kissed Lincoln"s lower back, putting tongue into it, tasting the

flesh.

Lincoln moaned again, rocking back to him, and Jay straightened. Pure need