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.Hestudied the glass, colour rising in his cheeks, farfrom the in-control man he usually was. Just that,I thought we had this thing, know what I mean? Ifeel it, really fucking feel it, but I understand, reallydo.I ll leave it.We ll leave it.You just tell me when,or if, you want to move in, yeah? I mean Shut the fuck up. All right, it wasn t whatOliver had intended to say, but the words had the304 SARAH MASTERSeffect he d been after.To make Langham stoptalking.To make it so he wasn t baring his soul infront of other people.To make that grief-strickenlook on his face go away. I want it.Fuck, I wantit.I was just& I didn t think you did, didn t thinkI d be so lucky, that we d even get this far, andyou said what you said just then, and I shitmyself, yeah? Fucking shit myself.Thought youwere going to say& Tears burned the backs ofhis eyes, and he ground his teeth together.Ifanyone else saw the tears fall, anyone butLangham, it would taint this moment.Don t cry.Just don t bloody cry, you wanker.Langham looked up. Shit, you re strugglingnot to cr& He moved to get up, concern writtenall over him.Oliver raised a hand, palm facing Langham. Don t.It ll make me& fuck, it ll set me off.Ican t& don t want to cry.Promised myself Iwouldn t once I left home.Can t& Langham stood. Get up.We re leaving. Oliver rose, glancing about, disoriented asthe rest of the room came into focus, bleedingaround him like a lacerated wound, alien in the305 SUGAR STRANDScircumstances.They shouldn t be here like this.They should have talked about it in private,where Oliver could grip Langham by his upperarms and shove him onto the bed, demand thathe fill his arse and ride him hard.He d grownmore confident in the bedroom over time, buttonight, with Langham asking him to movein& damn, every bit of shyness he d stillharboured over the months vanished, replaced byan all-consuming need that drove him to whip outhis wallet, throw cash down on the table, andlead the way outside.The cab ride home was fraught with sexualtension, neither one of them touching or lookingat the other.The journey took too long, Oliverburning with an incessant urge to reach out andpull Langham s cock free of his jeans, suck himuntil he came down his throat.But he couldn t,didn t, and instead let the thought spread fromhis head and into his body that, well, what didyou know, sometimes praying did work.306 CHAPTER EIGHTEENThey clattered into Langham s, two people tryingto fit through the doorway at the same time,Langham shutting the door behind them with hisfoot.The bedroom seemed too far away for Oliver,so he threaded his arms around Langham s waistand drew him close.Their mouths clashed,resulting in a kiss that tasted faintly of their mealbut heavily of Langham s unique flavour.Oliver scock strained, pushing so hard against his jeanshe thought it might burst with his want to have itfreed.Touched.Sucked.Tongues explored, lips meeting thenretracting, the pressure bruise-worthy.It was asthough Oliver couldn t kiss him hard or fastenough to convey what he felt inside, a body-filling euphoria that shit, he would be calling this SUGAR STRANDSplace home, that he had arrived where he dlonged to be, in a more permanent relationshipwith a man he d only dreamed of having in hislife like this.He let his hands do what theywould, let himself stop over-thinking what heshould do next and just went with what feltright.He wanted to show more dominance, tohave a more equal balance between them, to giveLangham a break from always being the one toinitiate or bring about what happened when theyfucked.He smoothed his hands back around toLangham s front, pushing them up to investigatethe shape of hard chest and rigid nipples thatstood to high little points beneath the shirt hewanted to rip off.Fingertips reaching the topbutton, Oliver kissed on and undid them one byone, skin brushing Langham s every so often, aburn of sexual electricity bolting through himevery time.He drew the shirt off, letting it fallwhere it had a mind, and ran his hands over theexposed, heat-riddled skin of belly, chest, thenshoulders [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Hestudied the glass, colour rising in his cheeks, farfrom the in-control man he usually was. Just that,I thought we had this thing, know what I mean? Ifeel it, really fucking feel it, but I understand, reallydo.I ll leave it.We ll leave it.You just tell me when,or if, you want to move in, yeah? I mean Shut the fuck up. All right, it wasn t whatOliver had intended to say, but the words had the304 SARAH MASTERSeffect he d been after.To make Langham stoptalking.To make it so he wasn t baring his soul infront of other people.To make that grief-strickenlook on his face go away. I want it.Fuck, I wantit.I was just& I didn t think you did, didn t thinkI d be so lucky, that we d even get this far, andyou said what you said just then, and I shitmyself, yeah? Fucking shit myself.Thought youwere going to say& Tears burned the backs ofhis eyes, and he ground his teeth together.Ifanyone else saw the tears fall, anyone butLangham, it would taint this moment.Don t cry.Just don t bloody cry, you wanker.Langham looked up. Shit, you re strugglingnot to cr& He moved to get up, concern writtenall over him.Oliver raised a hand, palm facing Langham. Don t.It ll make me& fuck, it ll set me off.Ican t& don t want to cry.Promised myself Iwouldn t once I left home.Can t& Langham stood. Get up.We re leaving. Oliver rose, glancing about, disoriented asthe rest of the room came into focus, bleedingaround him like a lacerated wound, alien in the305 SUGAR STRANDScircumstances.They shouldn t be here like this.They should have talked about it in private,where Oliver could grip Langham by his upperarms and shove him onto the bed, demand thathe fill his arse and ride him hard.He d grownmore confident in the bedroom over time, buttonight, with Langham asking him to movein& damn, every bit of shyness he d stillharboured over the months vanished, replaced byan all-consuming need that drove him to whip outhis wallet, throw cash down on the table, andlead the way outside.The cab ride home was fraught with sexualtension, neither one of them touching or lookingat the other.The journey took too long, Oliverburning with an incessant urge to reach out andpull Langham s cock free of his jeans, suck himuntil he came down his throat.But he couldn t,didn t, and instead let the thought spread fromhis head and into his body that, well, what didyou know, sometimes praying did work.306 CHAPTER EIGHTEENThey clattered into Langham s, two people tryingto fit through the doorway at the same time,Langham shutting the door behind them with hisfoot.The bedroom seemed too far away for Oliver,so he threaded his arms around Langham s waistand drew him close.Their mouths clashed,resulting in a kiss that tasted faintly of their mealbut heavily of Langham s unique flavour.Oliver scock strained, pushing so hard against his jeanshe thought it might burst with his want to have itfreed.Touched.Sucked.Tongues explored, lips meeting thenretracting, the pressure bruise-worthy.It was asthough Oliver couldn t kiss him hard or fastenough to convey what he felt inside, a body-filling euphoria that shit, he would be calling this SUGAR STRANDSplace home, that he had arrived where he dlonged to be, in a more permanent relationshipwith a man he d only dreamed of having in hislife like this.He let his hands do what theywould, let himself stop over-thinking what heshould do next and just went with what feltright.He wanted to show more dominance, tohave a more equal balance between them, to giveLangham a break from always being the one toinitiate or bring about what happened when theyfucked.He smoothed his hands back around toLangham s front, pushing them up to investigatethe shape of hard chest and rigid nipples thatstood to high little points beneath the shirt hewanted to rip off.Fingertips reaching the topbutton, Oliver kissed on and undid them one byone, skin brushing Langham s every so often, aburn of sexual electricity bolting through himevery time.He drew the shirt off, letting it fallwhere it had a mind, and ran his hands over theexposed, heat-riddled skin of belly, chest, thenshoulders [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]