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He put his hands on Simon's shoulders, looking down at him. "I'm sure." Simon had changed, had cleaned himself up. And maybe, he'd changed, too.

"I can't lose you again, Rick." Simon dragged him in, dragged him along that broad, muscled chest.

"I don't think I could go again." Even if the drinking started again. If Simon was going to go down, it would have to be with him. He didn't have the strength to walk away this time.

"Good. Now, touch me. I need you, right here."

He didn't need to be told twice, not where Simon was concerned. His hands slid from Simon's shoulders to the dark little nipples, using his nails on them.

"Fuck." Simon leaned back, bringing him along, stretching them both out.

"Yeah, I want to do that, too." He wanted to feel Simon's hot body squeezing around him.

Simon chuckled, the sounds a little desperate. He stopped the sounds with his mouth.

He got them naked quickly, but then he took his time, hands trailing down Simon's chest, mapping muscles and hair. It was familiar and new at the same time, and it felt right. God, he'd missed this. Simon moaned, the strong body arching under his touch, lifting them both off the mattress. He pressed back down against Simon, fighting against the strength here.

"Stubborn." Simon smiled at him, grinned wildly.

He grinned back, feeling wild deep down in his bones. "Takes one to know one."

Simon laughed for him, hand popping his butt. "I missed you."

"Yeah. Yeah, I missed you, too." He bit Simon's lower lip, tugging on it.

He sucked Simon's moan in, then groaned low himself, his cock throbbing. Finding one of Simon's nipples, he twisted it, the gasp opening Simon's mouth for him. The things he could do to this amazing body...

He fucked Simon's mouth with his tongue and worked both nipples. He'd always loved making Simon squirm beneath him; it looked like he hadn't lost his touch. Simon started humping, hips rocking up, pushing into his body, reminding him that Simon hadn't come yet. He pushed back against Simon, giving him something solid to rock against as he bit at Simon's neck.

"Damn it. I want you. I want you in me."

He wanted that, too. So badly. "You got stuff, Simon?" "No. Everything's in the barn in my bug-out bag."

He slapped Simon's thigh. "Figures."

Simon growled at him, eyes flashing. "What about you?" He jerked his head. "In with the primaries."

"Did you... without?"

"You know better than that. Never." It dawned on him suddenly where Simon was going with that. "You?"

"No." Those eyes were deadly serious. "I never did."

"Well, then." He bit at Simon's lips. "All we need is some lubrication."

"You've got a tongue, babe."

His smile was slow, but he could feel it, tugging the corners of his lips up. "I do."

Simon was grinning right back, leaning up to lick the corners of his lips.

"I'll get you wet," he whispered, slowly sliding down. "Oh, please. Tell me I'm not fucking dreaming."

"This feel like a dream, Simon?" He took one ball into his mouth, sucked hard.

"Fuck!" Yes. Yes, those sounds were
his
.

He took in the other ball, tongue lapping at it. The sounds kept coming, getting louder and louder, more and more desperate. He let Simon's ball go and licked the hot, smooth skin of Simon's perineum.

"Rick. Oh, Christ. Rick."
Mmmhmm
. Simon still liked it.

Rick tongued Simon's perineum over and over, making them both wait for the rimming.

Simon jerked a few times, then relaxed, letting him have his way. Yeah, he was in charge right now. In charge of making Simon lose his mind with pleasure.

He teased on down to Simon's hole, circling it with his tongue. He wasn't sure if the word that burst out of Simon was 'want' or 'love.' It didn't matter, either, he wanted to make it happen again. He tapped the tight little hole with the tip of his tongue.

Definitely love.

He groaned, spreading Simon with his thumbs. Lapping at Simon's hole a few times, he pointed his tongue and stabbed it into Simon. Simon pushed into the touch, begging without words, so hot for him. He pressed his face against Simon's ass, tongue fucking Simon's hole. He heard the slap of Simon's hand as the man reached for that heavy cock.

"That mean you're ready?" he asked, looking up along Simon's powerful, compact body.

"Fuck yes. In me."

Rick took one last lick and then moved up onto position, kneeling between Simon's legs. He pushed slowly inside. Simon stared at him, not moving. The look in those eyes was stunned. He stared right back, every part of him focused on Simon, on the way that tight hole felt around his cock.

"Rick." The sound was raw. Broken. Lost. "Simon." He held Simon's gaze, pushing in small

increments. He pulled back and went forward again, hips working until he was all the way in.

"Tell me." How many times had Simon had him like this, deep inside, needing to know how he felt.

"You're hot. And tight. And all I can feel."

"Good." Those eyes snapped at him. "You're mine and I'm yours. That's it."

He thrust once. Hard. "You sure?"

"I'm fucking sure." Fuck, Simon's body held him tight. "Yeah, me, too." He thrust again.

"Harder. Make me believe it."

"You stubborn ass." He punctuated each word with a thrust, letting Simon have it.

"Yours. Your. Stubborn. Ass."

He laughed, the sound wild, maybe a touch hysterical. And he started pounding into Simon, doing it fast and hard like it was his last chance. It wasn't, though. Not this time.

Simon had come back from the edge, come back and let him in again.

He smiled down at Simon, watching Simon's face as the pleasure started working through him.

"Oh. Oh, fuck, man. I can't wait."

"So don't wait." He wasn't going to need to even touch Simon's cock. He did move, though, changing his angle to find Simon's prostate.

Simon barked out a sharp cry, entire body convulsing on his cock. He kept moving through it, watching as each punch into Simon's body brought another shudder and cry.

He felt it around his cock, the instant before Simon shot, spunk spraying between them.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He kept thrusting as he shouted the word.

"Babe." Simon raised one hand, touched his lips, the caress gentle compared to the slamming of their lower bodies.

He nuzzled into the touch, pounding into Simon's body.

There was no where else he wanted to be. Simon's smile was all he needed, the look filling him with heat.

"Babe." He only whispered the word. His body jerked and he came.

"Yeah. Yeah." Simon nodded, eyes glinting on the sunlight. He collapsed down onto Simon, panting.

"Got you." Those strong arms wrapped around him. "Yeah, Simon. I do believe you do."

"Good." The word was firm. Steady. He looked Simon in the eye. "It is."

Chapter Twelve

It was still light when Bay woke up, Ken drooling next to him. Well, okay, there was only a little bit of drool, but it meant Ken was sleeping hard and deep. Bay kissed his brother's nose and slipped out of bed, wondering where Rick and Simon had gotten to.

He pulled on a pair of sweats and closed the bedroom door behind him, listening hard.

It was all quiet.

Bay sure hoped that was a "good, we made up" thing and not a bad "one of us left" thing.

The door to the other bedroom was closed, so he went over to it and knocked softly before poking his head in. Rick and Simon were curled together, wrapped tight, holding on like the world was coming to an end.

Bay slipped inside the room and watched them, smiling softly.

Cool.

Simon's eyes popped open, looking at him. The man didn't move, just looked over, mouthing, "Everything okay?"

Bay mouthed back "Yes. You?"

"Just fine." The look he got was warm, almost kind.

He crept over to the bed, looking at Rick's face. Rick looked peaceful.

"You two made up."

"I hope so." Simon's hand slid over Rick's belly, under the sheet. "I intend to keep him."

Bay bounced a little. "Good." He hugged himself, watching them together. A little voice at the back of his head wanted to know where this left him and Kenny, but especially Kenny.

"Breathe, Bay." Rick looked at him. "We're not going to desert you boys."

Simon nodded, eyes staying open. "We're here to protect you both."

He crept forward until he was at the edge of their bed, and then he sat. "Yeah, the old man's paying you a ton, huh?"

Rick reached out, touched the small of his back. "You know that's not the only reason."

He arched into the touch, Rick's hand good, hot. It was the words that warmed him through, though. "I know."

"Don't stress it, kid. We've got supplies, entertainment, each other."

"Yeah." He felt his smile grow. "No more talk of anyone leaving." He leaned in, he couldn't help himself, pressing his lips softly against Rick's; he was so happy for Rick and Simon, that they'd worked through stuff.

Rick smiled at him, the kiss slow and sweet, soft. Gentle. He moaned, something inside him untwisting. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he was glad Rick and Simon hadn't suddenly shut him and Kenny out of this.

His mouth opened, his tongue touching Rick's lips. Rick let him in, both of them sharing their breath. He shifted so he was lying alongside Rick, pressing close so he didn't fall off the edge.

He could feel Simon's hand, moving slowly under the blanket, touching Rick's body. He slid his own hand over Rick's chest, skin warm beneath the sheet, muscles strong and sexy. He kept his hand moving until his fingertips stroked over Simon's shoulder.

Simon was broader, harder, warmer. He approved. He wriggled happily, his cock tenting his sweats and pressing against Rick's solid thigh.

"Ken didn't wear you out?" Rick chuckled, let him cuddle in.

"According to Kenny we don't get worn out." He gave Rick a wicked grin. "Although I don't think anybody can keep up with him."

"I did fine." Simon rumbled softly.

"I bet you did. He likes you. A lot." Bay reached over and touched Simon's face.

"I like him."

The words made him stop, smile. It took a certain kind of person to love Kenny, a special kind to like his twin.

"I'm so glad you're staying." He leaned over Rick to press a kiss on Simon's lips.

"We wouldn't desert you, man. No matter the situation. Your safety is our number one priority." Simon sounded so serious.

"We all need to be safe." Rick and Simon, too. All of them.

"Yes, Bay. All of us." Rick smiled at him. "Think of all the fun we'll have, this winter."

"We're going to have to be creative to keep Kenny from going crazy." He could think of a thing or three.

"We'll set him to making anatomically correct snowmen." Simon sounded sure. "If that doesn't work, I'll institute daily beatings."

"Oh, he'll like
that
." And Bay meant both.

He pressed in for another kiss, liking Simon more every moment. Rick's chest was solid beneath his as he slipped his tongue into Simon's mouth. Simon tasted different from Rick -- spicier, maybe, richer -- but still so good. He moaned, pushing the sound into Simon, his cock throbbing, his balls drawing up with need.