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Chance’s fingers started working his jeans open, freeing his cock to the warm touch.

“Oh Fuck!” One push into those long fingers and he was coming like some untried school boy, pulses of pleasure climbing up his spine.

Chance moaned, fingers sliding, spreading his come over his shaft. “Fucking hot.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, embarrassed at going off so quick, leaving Chance hanging like that. Those warm fingers were conspiring to keep him hard though, so maybe he had something to offer Chance after all. “’Course you keep that up and I won’t have to be.”

“No reason to be sorry. More fun to play with the edge off.”

He nodded. Chance was probably right. ‘Sides, he was used to going months without and then fucking his brains out in an evening and going back to prolonged celibacy, he’d just never needed quite that hard before.

He shucked off his clothes and nudged Chance toward the shower before they got distracted again and lost all the hot water. Chance stepped into the water, head falling back, hair going dark gold, water pouring down the long body. He reached out, finally having permission to slide his hands over the slick skin. He groaned. Shit, Chance was hot and smooth, fucking good under his fingers.

The man was responsive as fuck, too, pushing into his touch, hips rocking nice and slow. He groaned, lips finding Chance’s again, tongue pushing deep as passion flared again. Chance opened to the kiss, tongue pushing against his, fucking his lips. He opened his own mouth, let Chance in as his hands learned the lean lines of Chance’s body, sliding and pressing over warm skin.

It felt good, Chance’s cock on his belly, sliding, so hot. Chance’s hands were on his back, his ass. So fucking long since someone else had touched him like this and he moaned, shuddered as his prick jumped.

“Oh... Damn, you’re something else, Mr. Sam.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Chance.” He hardly recognized his voice, all hard rumble and husky need as it was.

Chance groaned, pushed right up against him. “Damn...”

He nodded. He couldn’t agree more.

Grabbing Chance’s ass, he tugged and shifted until their cocks slid together, making him moan and bring them together harder, faster. Chance went right with it, head thrown back, throat working. He latched his lips on that throat, sucking away the water from the warm skin.

“Oh!” Chance’s fingers tightened, body jerking against him.

He moved them together faster, tongue and lips working the spot now. Chance arched, fingers gripping hard as a cry filled the air, heat spraying against his belly. He made a happy noise that came from deep in his belly and kept rubbing, kept sucking and licking, kept squeezing that sweet ass.

“Oh. Oh, sweet fuck, so good...” Oh, that drawl? Pure sex.

“I want to fuck you.” He did. Wanted to bury his cock deep in that fine ass, wanted to lose himself in it.

“Hell, yes.” Chance nodded, lips tracing his jaw. “Bed. Tile’s hell on the knees.”

“It is indeed.” He chuckled -- now there was somewhere he had experience.

He could feel Chance’s grin against his cheek, one long arm reaching back to turn the water off. It made him smile, too and he stepped out, getting dry quickly. It wasn’t as urgent as it had been, but he wanted, there was no doubt about that.

Chance led the way into the bedroom, tight little ass just swaying, taunting him, drawing him. He sped up, spared Chance’s room a quick glance before cupping that ass in his hands and tumbling Chance onto the bed.

Chance bounced, laughing, moving right up against him. Smiling, he took a kiss and then another, hands roaming over that warm, silky skin, finding it just as smooth and enticing dry as it had been wet.

“Mm...” Chance pushed into his touch, hands gentle and warm on his hips, his balls.

He grunted. “Feels good.” He wasn’t one to talk in bed, but hell, it had been so long and he wanted to make sure Chance knew he was into it.

“Uh-huh.” Chance’s lips found one of his nipples, sucking it in, tongue sliding over it.

Sam shuddered and pushed their bodies together, cock sliding on Chance’s skin. “You got stuff?” he asked, hoping like hell Chance did because he sure as shit didn’t.

“Yeah. Should. Haven’t used it in a while.” Chance turned, dug through the drawer in the bedside table.

He purred at the sight of that sweet ass again, hands sliding over it, fingers teasing along the crease. Fuck, he needed. Bad. Chance’s thighs spread, offering him more, a little crow sounding as a tube of slick stuff and a line of rubbers were pulled from the drawer.

He found Chance’s hot little hole with his thumb, rubbing circles on the wrinkled flesh, pressing but not pushing in as he reached for the tube with his free hand.

“Oh...” Chance rolled further onto his belly, ass pressing back into the touch.

He let the rest of his fingers reach down to cup Chance’s balls, fondling them as his thumb continued to rub. He worked the slick open one-handed and pressed the lube around his working thumb, letting it slide in as soon as it was slippery.

Oh, fuck. The man was tight, body pulling him in, rippling around him. He groaned and settled up on his knees between Chance’s legs, pushed his other thumb in, working both of them in and out, on their own and together.

“Oh. Oh, sweet Lord that’s good...” Chance rocked, ass begging for it, for him.

He stretched Chance carefully, taking his time, taking more time than his cock wanted him to, but damn it, once he was in he doubted he’d be able to take it easy, so he wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt Chance any.

It didn’t take long though, before Chance was pushing into his touch, long back shining with sweat. “Please.”

“Sure thing.” He let his thumbs slide out and got his prick covered in latex and then he was pushing in and oh sweet fucking lord Chance was tight and hot around him.

Chance moaned, rising up until that skinny back pressed against his chest, muscles rippling wildly around his prick. Groaning, he wrapped one hand around Chance’s cock, the other sliding up the long chest to find those little nipples. Then he began to thrust, nice and slow while he still could.

Chance rode him like the man was born for fucking, entire body into it, lips open, eyes closed, all about feeling it. It wasn’t long before he was rocking harder, pushing deep with every thrust. Damn, it was good. Hot. Necessary.

Chance bucked, shifting, going stiff as his cock pressed deep. “Fuck! Again!”

Oh yeah, anything that made that tight body ripple around his prick like that he was doing again. He hit the same spot over and over, thrusts becoming wild as his pleasure soared.

“Oh. Fuck. Coming. Sam. Coming. I...” Chance shot, crying out, ass milking his cock furiously.

He rode it out and then thrust wildly a few more times before filling the condom. It felt fucking amazing, the pleasure exploding inside him like that and he rested his head on Chance’s shoulder, gasping, panting.

“Oh.” Chance helped them settle on the mattress, the man still snuggled against his chest.

He kept his arms wrapped around Chance, liking the weight of the man in his arms.

Shit, he could get fucking used to this.

Chance wiggled a bit, then settled, warm and long and relaxed. “Feels good, Sam.”

“It does, Chance. It does indeed.” His eyes closed and he let himself just enjoy it, the novelty of being able to sleep holding someone if he wanted, of just holding afterward instead of either rushing into fuck number two or into his pants so he could get out of there.

Chance’s fingers stroked his arms, soothing him, easing him into sleep. He rumbled a little, and squeezed Chance in an awkward hug and then followed the insistent pull into slumber.

***

Chance woke suddenly, unused to sleeping with someone else, with being warm and held and close. Still, it only took a second and a look to see Sam’s face, to relax, let his eyes drift closed again, hands petting the fine body.

It felt good, just relaxing and touching what he’d been admiring and jerking off to for weeks. Hell, when Sam had started poking, he’d been sure he was about to get his ass kicked, not fucked into the mattress.

He thought option two was a much better deal.

Sam rumbled and pushed toward his touches, the sounds not quite awake. He hummed, gentling the touches, soothing, exploring. Sam’s rumbles turned to purrs, the rangy body still pressing close.

Oh, yeah.

He started licking and kissing, eyes still closed, learning the flavors of Sam’s body.

“Damn. Chance. Nice.” The words were muttered, Sam’s hands sliding over him, one finding his head and petting.

“Mm-hmm.” He found one nipple, spent some time there. Sam bucked against him, making a strangled sound. He rubbed back, tongue sliding over the peaked flesh.

“Chance!” Sam’s cock was hard, leaving a wet trail as it slid over his belly.

“Yeah. Yeah.” He licked his way down, cheek rubbing against Sam’s shaft.

“Oh, damn.” Sam rolled onto his back, legs spreading for him in invitation. He purred, nuzzling the heavy balls, the soft inner thighs, hands exploring the muscled legs. “Chance... yeah.” Sam’s hands wrapped in the sheets, gripping them.

“Yeah.” His lips trailed up, circling the head of Sam’s cock, pulling, tongue sliding. Sam made a noise, a cross between a shout and a moan, hips bucking.

He pulled harder, searching for that sound again, so bright, so free of the constant heaviness Sam carried around. It came again, along with the sharp movements of Sam’s hips, Sam’s fingers going white as he gripped the sheets.

He reached out, twined their fingers together.

“Condom,” whispered Sam hoarsely, fingers squeezing his. He moaned, nodded, still sucking, fingers scrabbling to find one.

“Fuck. Hurry.” Sam’s hips started moving, pushing the fat cock deeper.

He lifted his head, licking. “Damn it. Where are they?”

Sam’s hands started searching, rolling blindly through the sheets. That cock was hard and red, shining with his spit.

“So fucking fine. Damn.” He nuzzled, open-mouthed.

“Shit. Where the fuck did they go?” Sam growled, half sitting and getting his eyes involved in the search.

They found them at the same time, Chance’s fingers clumsy with need, rolling it down over Sam’s heat, mouth following immediately. Sam shouted, hips shoving up that cock up into his mouth. He took Sam deep, forcing himself to relax, to take it all.

Sam humped several times and then shouted again, cock burying deep in his throat as it pulsed and filled the condom. He let Sam’s prick slide free, slowly nuzzling the flat belly, kissing and licking.

Sam moaned, hand stroking his head. “Damn, Chance. That was... damn.”

“Uh-huh. Damn.” He grinned, chuckling a little.

Sam grunted, hand sliding along his skin. “This waking up with someone thing? You might have a point.”

“You think?” He felt good. Lazy. Horny. Easy.

“I do. With what part of my brain didn’t get sucked out of my cock.”

“There’s some left? Shit. I’ll have to try harder next time.”

Sam chuckled, the sound light and easy. He grinned, worked his way up Sam’s body. Sam’s mouth was there to meet him, tongue teasing past his lips.

Oh. Nice.

He cuddled closer, opening up. Hey, soldier. Sam kissed him long and slow, hands starting to wander over his body, almost idly. He hummed low, wiggling, hips rocking, desire a low burn. Sam’s hand finally found its way to his cock, wrapping around it and tugging as the kisses continued.

“Mmm...” He rocked, pushing into the strong, warm hand, toes curling right up.

“What do you want?” Sam asked him, thumb pressing against the head of his cock.

“Uhn...” He moved harder, humping a little faster.

“I love a hard dick in my hand.”

“You... You know right what to... Oh... To do with one.”

Sam’s hand just kept moving, working him. “Got one of my own, don’t I?” Sam gave him a wink.

“Oh, yeah. Fine one. Nice and thick...” God, he just lost the mouth to brain connection.

“You seemed to be enjoying it earlier.”

“Fuck, yes. Still feel you.” He moaned, biting his lip as he humped.

Sam’s mouth latched onto his shoulder. That was all he needed, coming with a cry, jerking into Sam’s hand. Sam hummed around his skin, lips backing off, tongue sliding on his skin a moment longer.

Oh. Oh, that was. Just fine.

Sam’s arms went back around him, slightly awkwardly. “Not used to this part,” Sam murmured gruffly. “Not saying I don’t like it.”

He leaned in, took a soft kiss. “A man ought to be able to have this part, too.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah.”

He found a comfortable spot on Sam’s shoulder, relaxing down.

Yeah.

***

Sam couldn’t remember a better Sunday.

They’d jacked each other off one more time before the shakes had Chance out of bed and making a quick breakfast. Then they’d showered together, soaping each other up, learning the lines of each other. The laziness of it, the unhurried rush, was a novelty, something he’d never had a chance to indulge in and Sam was liking it just fine.

Now they were out fishing again, lying under the sun, Chance’s head resting on his thigh. Not for much longer though, because his knee was freezing up between not having done the morning’s PT and keeping it still so he wouldn’t disturb Chance. He held on as long as he could but finally just couldn’t take it anymore and he grimaced, shifting and trying to catch Chance’s head with his hand as he moved. “Sorry.”

“You okay?” Chance rolled up, fingers moving to his knee to rub. One thing about this cowboy, Chance wasn’t shy about touching.

“It just stiffened up on me -- it’s aching pretty good. I missed out on my regular PT this morning.” He groaned. “Damn, that feels nice.”

“Yeah?” Chance kept working it, rubbing it, making him feel just fine, thank you. Oh, he could get used to this, to having someone warm and fine and making him feel good. Those fingers slid and stroked, free hand petting his thigh.

He sighed happily. “Feels better now,” he finally admitted, loath to lose the sensation of those fingers on his skin. It was just such a rare thing, to be touched like this by another human being and he was soaking it all up.