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“Want me to stop?” Chance’s eyes were shining, warm.

“Not really,” he admitted, smiling at Chance. He reached out, fingers trailing through the golden hair, hoping that was all right. He wasn’t used to this being able to touch just to touch thing.

He liked it.

“Oh, good.” Chance’s touches kept going, getting a little firmer as Chance leaned into his touch.

His prick was interested without being desperate and he was in the mood to linger, to enjoy the luxury of time, of not having to go hard and fast as long as he could until it was over. He traced the shape of Chance’s head then moved his fingers over, fingertips sliding on the smooth cheeks.

A soft moan sounded. “You got yourself some fine hands, Mr. Sam.”

“Yours are pretty damned fine yourself, Chance.”

He slid his fingers along Chance’s neck, circling the edge of the t-shirt Chance wore. Chance swallowed, chuckled a little, skin pinking. Those fingers pressed a little harder and he grinned. Someone was sensitive there. He teased back behind one ear and then down across Chance’s Adam’s apple.

“Mmm...” There was a tiny line of gold hairs that Chance had missed in shaving, tickling his fingertips, shining in the sunlight.

He leaned forward suddenly, giving in to the urge to lick at the spot with his tongue.

“Oh.” Chance lifted that pointed chin, giving him more skin.

He made a soft noise, licking and nuzzling the warm skin, finding Chance’s pulse point and pressing his tongue against it. Chance’s hand cupped his cock, thumb sliding along his shaft. He groaned, teeth sinking into Chance’s skin as he jerked just a little.

Chance gasped, sliding over to straddle his thighs, giving up any pretense of not wanting. “This okay?”

He nodded, throat tight with the need that rolled over him. He slid his hands down to cup Chance’s ass, tugged him a little closer.

“Long as no one’s gonna come up this far in.” Old habits died hard and being careful about where you fucked was one of his oldest.

“No one should. Gate’s locked.” Chance rubbed against his belly, hard and hot through the cut-off jeans.

“Then we’re good.” He found Chance’s mouth, took a long kiss. Chance met him half-way, one hand cupping the back of his head and holding on, holding them together. He rubbed Chance against him, hands tilting that sweet ass as the kiss deepened. Chance moved nice and easy, rocking and sliding, the scent of need growing stronger.

He slid his fingers around Chance’s waistband until he found the button up front and popped it open.

“Good idea.” Fingers slid down his belly, returning the favor.

He moaned as Chance’s fingers teased over his flesh, his own fumbling just a little as he carefully worked down Chance’s zipper. Then his hand was full of hot, hard cock and he squeezed, ran his fingers through the wet come at the tip.

“Oh. Your fucking hands.” Chance groaned, fingers fishing his cock out, petting.

Seemed Chance had a bit of a thing for his hands. He couldn’t think of a single reason why that could be a bad thing. So he just took advantage of it, fingers sliding, spreading that liquid down over Chance’s prick to make it slick, all the while groaning as Chance’s fingers played over his own skin.

Chance pushed into his touch, hips moving with his rhythm. He moaned, stroking that fine prick, feeling it hot and hard along his palm. So hot.

“Shit. You make me hard as stone.” Chance sucked in his bottom lip, pulling at it. He nodded, groaned, tugged harder. Him, too.

Soft puffs of air pushed into his mouth, Chance’s hand answering his, pulling and driving them faster. His own hips were pushing up into Chance’s hand, little groans pulled from him.

“Soon.” Chance moaned, bucking for him.

He nodded. Yeah, he could do soon. He could do real soon. He tugged harder, thumb sliding across the slick tip of Chance’s cock.

Heat sprayed over his hand, Chance’s fingers going tight. “Yes!”

He shuddered, hips pushing into Chances hand for a half dozen strokes and then coming himself.

“Oh, fuck. That... that’s good.” Chance rested their foreheads together, panting. Damn good.

He licked at Chance’s lips, not really trying to make it a kiss, just enjoying the heat and taste of the man. He was still holding Chance’s cock. Didn’t really want to let go. Chance didn’t look worried by that either, just relaxed and smiling and close.

“I hope I remember not to jump you in the store,” he teased.

“I’ll wear a sign. No Jumping.”

He laughed, just tickled. “And what will you tell people when they ask?”

Chance thought for a bit. “That I’m getting on in years and need to save my joints?”

He laughed some more, feeling good, feeling better than he had in years.

“Mmm... that? Is a great sound.” Chance winked, settling in.

He shook his head, laughter fading slowly, arms settling around Chance. “You bring it out in me. Make me feel young.”

Chance’s hands slid over his face, petting. “It’s been a long time since I been at peace like this.”

“I thought you were happy on your own?” He just didn’t want to cramp the man’s style.

“I wasn’t unhappy, but...” Chance shrugged. “There’s a difference between laughing when you wake up and not crying.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. He could understand that.

He got another kiss, slow and deep, just stealing his breath right away. He closed his eyes and fought his shudder. Oh, fuck, those hands were sure, warm, sliding over his face, the kiss never ending. He whimpered softly, his own hands finding Chance’s waist and just holding on.

He’d never been... whatever this was. Loved. Felt. Held. Adored. Whatever. He just didn’t want it to stop. He held on tight and kissed back, got lost in the sensations. Chance sucked on his tongue, rocking nice and slow and steady.

He leaned back slowly until he was lying on the ground, taking Chance down with him -- thank god for sit-ups. Oh, Chance fit perfectly, legs and body cuddling into him. He couldn’t remember anything ever feeling so good and he held on tight, kissing, tasting.

Chance straddled his waist, fingers on his chest, touching and learning, petting him. He bucked up, cock sliding along Chance’s ass, shivering and whimpering beneath the touches, feeling almost undone by them.

“Mmm...” Chance started moving, hips sliding against him.

“Fuck. Good.” He was still whimpering, moving into Chance’s touches.

“Yeah. Yeah, Sam. Could touch you for days.”

“Well I won’t stop you.” Not for a minute.

“Oh, good.” Chance smiled for him, the expression reaching the blue eyes.

He smiled back, hands cupping Chance’s face. “Thank you,” he murmured before taking another kiss. Chance purred, undulating against him, tongue sliding against his, slow and easy.

He slid his hands into Chance’s hair, holding them together. He began to think they might just do this forever -- touch and kiss. He wasn’t complaining, even if his knee was starting up again. Some things were worth a little pain.

“You want to head home, Mr. Sam. Get in the cold air? Soak in the tub?” Chance’s eyes danced. “Fuck like bunnies on a soft bed?”

“Hell, yes. They all sound good, but that last one? I think needs to be marked top priority.”

“I’m so there.” Chance levered himself up. “So there.”

He bit back his groan as he got up himself and swore he wouldn’t miss PT again. Even if it was damned hard to even think of getting out of bed with a warm body next to him.

Chance didn’t say a word, just moseyed some, giving him something to focus on, to follow.

And follow he did, grabbing his pole and heading home.

***

Chance tallied up the till, eyes following Sam around, admiring. Damn, the man was distracting. He counted the receipts one more time, grinning as he finally came up with two totals that matched.

“You about ready to head out, Mr. Sam?”

Sam wandered back over to the cash and gave him a warm smile. “I am.”

He met that smile with one of his own, a wide grin that just wouldn’t stop. “Me too.”

“Gotta admit, I’ve been ready since we got here. And you know I’m not a shirker.”

“Not even a little.” He nodded, locked the deposit up. “Been a long day.”

Sam nodded, those blue eyes so much lighter than when he’d first arrived. “It has.” They were hotter, too, looking him up and down openly now that they were alone.

He stretched, the look almost like a touch, prick filling right on up. That look could make a man reckless.

Sam’s gaze lingered at his crotch. “You think the groceries can wait another day?”

“We’ll stop at the Dairy Dart on the way for burgers.” One of his hands dropped, thumb hooking in his waistband, fingers cupping his cock.

“Jesus fuck, Chance. That sure ain’t a ‘no jumping’ sign.” Sam’s voice was gruff, the man’s eyes glued to his waist.

He took a step closer, groaning low. “Get in the truck, Mr. Sam, before I jump your fine fucking ass.”

Those blue eyes met his for a moment, so hot. Then Sam turned his tail and walked out without looking back. He watched that ass all the way, hotter than fuck. Sam climbed into the truck, looked like he was talking to himself, arm hanging out the window, fingers drumming against the door.

He slid into the driver’s seat, started the car, fingers brushing against Sam’s thigh. Sam made a noise, the hand in his lap fisting.

“I want you.” He started driving, cock hard as marble.

“Hell yes.” Sam shook his head. “I’m too old to be acting like a horny teenager on his first crush.”

“You’re not that old, Mr. Sam. We’re not that old.”

“I sure don’t feel old right now.” Sam turned to him, grinned. “You make me young, Chance.”

He beamed, fingers stroking the muscled thigh. “Good. I could spend a long time learning you, sir.”

Sam made another of those little pleased noises that were a bit groan, a bit grunt, a bit whimper. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“Yeah you do. I got an appointment for you, naked, stretched out in the bed.”

This time the noise was all whimper, Sam’s hand settling on his, pressing his palm flat against one muscled thigh.

“We could go straight home. Get food later.” He wanted. Now.

“Yes, sir. That works for me.” Sam nodded, hand tight on his.

“Good.” He made a beeline for home, chewing on his bottom lip, bouncing a little with wanting.

Sam grinned. “Not too fast -- your neighbors are going to wonder what burr you’ve got under your saddle.”

He chuckled, nodded. “I got myself a good-sized burr, I reckon.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah, last I checked it was.”

“I’m thinkin’ we need to check closer...”

Sam nodded and groaned. “Up close and personal like.”

“Mm-hmm. Fingers and eyes and tongue...” He pulled into the driveway, body thrumming.

Sam didn’t say another word and as soon as the truck stopped the man got out, heading for the house like the hounds of hell were after him. Which, given the pups, wasn’t completely unthinkable...

He chuckled and ran after, wanting to touch.

Sam was already in his bedroom, sitting on the bed and bending to take off his work boots. Those blue eyes glanced up at him as he came in, Sam’s fingers fumbling suddenly with his laces.

He grinned, leaning down to take a long, slow kiss, unable to resist. Sam’s moan pushed into his mouth, those fingers abandoning the boots in favor of touching him, hands wrapping around his waist.

He knelt down, the kiss never breaking, ending between Sam’s legs. Sam pressed close, cock hard against his abdomen, kiss going from needy to even needier, the hands holding him going hard. He bowed into it, opening wide, giving it right up.

Sam filled his mouth with needy noises, hands suddenly working at his shirt, tugging it out of his jeans. His hands were doing the same, fumbling over buttons, needing skin. Sam groaned as they found it at the same time, fingers going straight for his nipples, tugging on them.

His cry was short, sharp, pushed right into Sam’s mouth.

A shiver went through Sam. “Need you, Chance. Now.”

“Fuck, yes.” He stood, shaking, stripping himself to skin.

Sam did the same, getting out the bottle of slick and the condoms before climbing onto the bed, blue eyes hot on him like they had been all day long.

“How do you want me, Mr. Sam?” His hand was on his cock, moving nice and slow.

“You wanna ride me?”

If Sam didn’t see the shudder that rocked him, the man was blind. “Uh-huh.”

Sam nodded and groaned, fixed the pillows and sat back against them, legs spread, cock hard and dripping as Sam slid on one of the condoms.

He crawled up along Sam’s body, thighs settling on either side of those fine hips. “You gonna get me slick?”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

Sam got his fingers wet with lube and reached around Chance. He stretched up, spread, gave Sam everything he had. Sam moaned, a finger sliding into him and then another and another in quick succession, all three twisting and stretching him.

“Oh. Oh, Christ. Yes.” He gasped, eyes wide, balls aching.

“That enough?” Sam asked him after only a moment.

“Uh-huh. Need.” Chance nodded, needing it.

“Yeah, a lot.” Sam’s fingers slid away, wrapped around his prick to line it up with Chance’s hole.

He pushed down, entire body rippling as he stretched. Sam groaned, hands finding his hips, fingers wrapping around them.

“’s good. Been needing all day.” Chance shuddered, needing to move.

“Yeah.” Sam’s voice was harsh, thick with need and those hands encouraged him up off Sam’s cock and then back down onto it, both of them moaning.

“Oh. Fuck. Again.” He reached down, fingers finding Sam’s nipples. Sam jerked and then did it again, hips pushing harder.

Nodding, he started moving, panting and shifting until Sam’s cock slid past his gland, made him gasp. Sam sped the thrusts quickly, moving faster and faster until they were fucking hard. He grabbed his cock, started pumping in time with the thrusts.

Sam’s mouth pushed against his, the kiss sloppy and unfocussed, tongue sliding along his lips as the thrusts continued. He grunted low, body clenching as he fell over the edge, shaking. Sam groaned, hands tightening, cock slamming into him and pulsing inside the condom.