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admit it.”
“Hey,” Daniel muttered, against his mouth, as if he were going to protest—which he probably was, the competitive bastard. Micah decided to give him something else to do, and started sucking on his tongue.
Eventually, he drew back and pressed his forehead to Daniel’s. “This decision is yours, okay? But I’m not gonna bail no matter what, Danny. So you gotta do what’s best for you, and believe me that I’ll be here. I know we said this shit when we were kids, but we’re not kids anymore, and I know all about working hard for what I want. What I want is you.”
Daniel’s breath was a slow, soft exhale. “Thanks, Micah. I love you, too. Now, for fuck’s sake, take me to bed and fuck me.”
“You got it,” said Micah, and kissed him. “Let’s go.”
* * *
Micah liked to consider himself versatile in bed, and he also liked sex however it played out—whatever it was, he liked it. Especially with Daniel, because so much of it was connecting on a level beyond the physical. He loved running his hands all over Daniel’s muscular body, feeling Daniel react and shudder in pleasure under his touch. And he loved feeling Daniel take him, the way he did it on the right side of rough and yet with so much care. They had fun in bed, too, in a way that Micah found absolutely addictive. He would hate giving this up.
Just means I better enjoy it while I’ve got it.
But he couldn’t deny he was looking forward to this. When he had Daniel naked and sprawled on his bed, he ran his eyes over his body and followed it up by stroking his hands up and down Daniel’s muscular thighs. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll jerk off thinking about it every day on your next road trip.”
“Yeah,” Daniel said, his voice already rough with desire. “I bet you will.” He gave a little laugh. “Sorry. My dirty talk game isn’t nearly as good as yours.”
Micah had to laugh. “Don’t worry. I can help you out with that. I hear you take well to coaching.” He leaned down and kissed Daniel, not wanting to make him think about hockey or anything other than the two of them.
Daniel was always so enthusiastic in bed, and this was no exception. As Micah climbed on top of him to kiss him, Daniel’s cock was already hard and getting harder beneath him. Micah stroked it and Daniel moaned into his mouth. Micah pressed his forehead into Daniel’s and smiled, stroking him harder. “Mm, does that feel good?”
“Yeah,” Daniel whispered, leaning up and kissing Micah’s shoulder. “It does.” His cock grew harder in Micah’s hand, and his thighs were trembling.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Micah breathed, pulling back to stare down at him. “There’s so much of you, and you’re all mine.” He stopped stroking Daniel’s cock, because he wanted to make Daniel come while he was fucking him, if possible. “Wanna get me ready to fuck you?”
“Hell, yeah,” Daniel said, all flushed and enthusiastic, and Micah let out a yelp as Daniel moved that big body of his faster than a guy his size should, flipping Micah so he was the one on his back. “Talk about gorgeous.”
“Sure, go on,” Micah said, and laughed. Daniel grinned, and Micah had to marvel at how much fun this was. He’d always liked sex, but with Daniel it was something different; maybe it was how well they knew each other, maybe it was chemistry, or some mixture of both, but he didn’t remember ever feeling so connected to a partner before.
Daniel kissed his way down Micah’s chest and stomach, brushing his lips over Micah’s cock when he spoke. “I can’t wait to feel this inside me.”
Micah slid his fingers into Daniel’s hair and gave a little moan. “You were selling your dirty talk short, Bellamy.”
Daniel slid his mouth around Micah’s cock, and he’d definitely gotten better than the first time—which, even that was one of Micah’s favorite jerk-off memories, Daniel’s enthusiasm more than making up for any perceived lack in technique. But he’d learned what Micah liked, and he ruthlessly employed every bit of knowledge—sucking gently, using a lot of tongue and making it wet and messy.
“God, that feels good,” Micah moaned, shuddering and resisting the urge to just thrust in and come down Daniel’s throat. “Too good, if you don’t want an intermission you better do that...less good.”
Daniel pulled off and grinned up at him, all bright eyed and