Chapter 4

Tucking the hundred and forty-dollar receipt into his wallet, Kyan got into his car and, without a second thought, took Thom's hand. They rode home in silence, and he could help but wonder what Thom was thinking and what was going to happen when they arrived at the house.

Thom stepped up to his door- keys dangling between his fingers.

"Did you have fun?" Kyan asked.

He smiled, almost shyly. "Of course." He kept his back to the man as he fumbled with the lock.

"Thom." Kyan's voice was hushed with a hint of pleading to it.

A million erotic shivers shot through his spine. His breath left him, and his eyes fluttered at the feeling of Kyan's soft fingers slipping through his until their palms were pressed up against each other. He felt himself start to crumble, to melt at how wonderful it felt to have him touch him.

"I'd like to see you again."

Thom licked his lips, unable to think clearly.

"Thom?" Kyan asked, concerned.

"Come inside," he barely managed.

Kyan's heart flipped over a dozen times, and instantly, his nerve endings sparked with fire. His groin tightened at the thought of the inevitable events if he crossed that threshold. He felt Thom turn to him. Slowly, he raised his eyes.

"Stay with me tonight," Thom requested, squeezing his hand.

"Are you--"

Thom cut Kyan's thought off by leaning down and kissing him. A low subtle moan escaped them, as hours, days, months of waiting subsided. Eagerly, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue passed Kyan's lips. He could taste the chocolate tart they had shared for dessert and sighed contently. Taking his free hand, he cupped his face, caressing the smooth skin with tantalizing strokes. He felt Kyan's body erupt in goosebumps.

Carefully, Kyan guided Thom's other hand around his waist, letting it go once they reached the small of his back. Stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around him and fell against his hard body. He had dreamed of this moment for so long- he never wanted it to stop.

"Please," Thom muttered, carelessly, lifting his lips from his. He barely opened his eyes, seeing Kyan's lips aching for more. "Beautiful."

Their lips joined again- this time with more passion, more heat, desperate to satisfy their hunger. Thom tightened his arm around him and guided him towards the door. Kyan didn't resist and followed him safely into the house.

Paco happily ran up to the couple, barking in excitement at seeing his master. He nipped at Thom's pant leg, begging for attention. Thom flicked his foot out in hopes to send the dog away, but Paco didn't get the hint.

"I need to walk him," Thom moaned, ripping his lips away.

Kyan felt his feet slowly come back to earth. He darted his tongue out, tasting Thom on him- almost making sure he had really kissed him.

"I don’t think I can move," Thom lamented. "I don't want to move."

Kyan opened his eyes, smiling slightly. He didn't say anything, just looked at Thom- loving the way his lips were red and swollen from their rendezvous. A little unsteady from the way his muscles had gelled, he stepped away and bent down to give Paco a healthy pat hello.

Thom pushed himself off the door that he seemed to have collapsed against and watched his potential lover squat on the floor to play with his dog. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Kyan glanced up at him. "Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know. Anything." He grinned. "Something along the lines of 'Oh, Thom, you are such a stud. I've never been kissed like that before, and now, I just want to hop into bed with you'." The voice he produced was high-pitched and dramatically "girlie".

Kyan smiled. "You seemed to have read my mind."

Thom rolled his eyes, but felt himself blush anyway. "I need to go walk Paco."

Kyan nodded. "I think you mentioned that."

"Do you want to go with me?"

"No." He ran his eyes completely over Thom's body, focusing on the obvious bulge. "Just hurry back."

"You are so bad," he said, chuckling, stepping away from Kyan's eyes to fetch Paco's leash. The dog knew where he was going and bounced after him.

Kyan stood up and moved to the couch, taking his jacket off as he did. "Where should I hang this?"

"Hall closet."

He had been in Thom's place before, but was still amazed by the décor- the vibrant colors and trendy furniture. He peeked into the bedroom and sighed. Nothing was out of place. The bed, that was low to the ground, was made, and the multi-colored rug reflected off the polish dark wood floor. A low-light lamp was illuminated, making the silver bedspread practically glow- it was an enticing sight.

"What'ca doin'?" Thom asked, coming up behind him with Paco in tow.

"Nothing," Kyan said, jumping.

Thom placed his lips on Kyan's neck, kissing him lightly. He ran his hand down his hip- his fingers squeezing the back of his leg.

"Make yourself comfortable," he whispered. "Go through all my stuff. I don't care." He nibbled at his earlobe. "Just don't leave."

Kyan twisted his head, nuzzling his chin against his forehead. "I won't leave."

"God, you smell good."

Thom lifted up, waiting for Kyan's lips to find his. It took mere seconds. They nipped at each other with pure lust, groaning uncontrollably. Kyan wrapped his arm up around Thom, burying his fingers into his dark, thick hair. He tugged at the strands in hopes to find some sense of sanity. A small gasp fluttered from him when he felt Thom's hand cover his butt. Automatically, he tightened his muscles.

"Cute," Thom said, amused, as he pulled his lips away. He showered the rest of Kyan's face with tiny, electrifying kisses.

"I can't believe this."

"What?" he muttered, sliding his hand down.

Kyan felt what he was doing and accommodated- shifting his weight and feet slightly. A sensual growl rumbled in this throat as Thom's hand snaked between his legs.

"That I'm here with you," Kyan answered, breathlessly, holding on to him for dear life as his fingers pressed into the most sensitive parts of his body. "That I'm in your arms…. That I'm so close to you."

"I want you to be closer."

"Yes," he mumbled, lost in Thom's touch.

Paco, who had been waiting patiently, barked, reminding them of the necessary task at hand.

"Damn." Thom inhaled deeply and pushed himself away from Kyan. Trying to swallow his sexual urges, he walked briskly down the hall.

Kyan slumped against the wall- his body tingling where Thom's fingers had been. He whimpered as he heard the front door slam. Before his mind could replay the pass few minutes, he heard his cell phone ringing. Reluctantly, he forced himself up.

"Carson," he groaned, checking the caller ID. "Well, he'll just have to wait until tomorrow." He turned the phone off, shoved it back into his jacket pocket, and closed the closet door.

He traipsed into the kitchen, where he searched for a sweet, white wine. Within a few minutes, the wine bottle and two glasses were perched on the coffee table in the living room. His boots were off, tucked safely under the end table, and he was mindlessly flipping through the television channels. It was just something to keep himself occupied while he waited. The sheer anticipation was agonizing, and his heart was beating furiously.

"He wants you. You know that…" He glanced at the clock. "So why am I so nervous?" He studied his fingernails. "Maybe he'll change his mind after the brisk walk?" He scowled. "No, no, no. That's impossible. He wasn't faking his attraction to you. You felt how much he wanted you."

He shifted his position on the couch, curling his legs under him. "We sleep together tonight… what happens tomorrow? Will this be a one time thing for him?" He closed his eyes at the thought. "I don't think I could bear it if that…. Should I bring it up to him before we have sex?" He felt his body tug, now desperately wanting to talk to Carson. "But if I do, will that totally scare him away? It might ruin the endless possibilities of tonight." He groaned out loud. "I want him so bad, but I also want him to feel the same way about me the way I feel about him."

The door creaked as it opened. Kyan swept his eyes up and watched Thom release Paco from his leash. The excitable beagle bounced across the room and jumped on the couch, wagging his tail.

"Off," Thom ordered the dog. "Get in your bed."

Paco whined, but did as he was told, moping towards the oversized pillow. He laid down in a huff.

"You okay?" he asked Kyan.

"Fine." He took a deep breath. "I opened some wine. I hope that's okay."

"Perfect," Thom said, shrugging his jacket off. "Would you mind pouring me a glass?" He tossed the garment over the back of an armchair as he made his way between the sofa and the coffee table.

"No problem." He filled the goblet quickly and handed it up to the man that was now hovering above him.

Thom leaned down, cupping the glass with his right hand and placing his left hand on the back of the couch. "Thank you."

Kyan searched his face and felt the corners of his mouth twitch. He was already beginning to recognize the look in Thom's eyes when he wanted to kiss him. Stretching up, he met him halfway. "You're welcome," he managed to murmur.

His lips tasted cold and crisp. Kyan fell into him, wrapping his fingers around Thom's shirt to keep himself steady. He could feel his heartbeat beneath his knuckles- rapid, fast, thirsty. Tiny flashes of light danced behind his closed eyelids. "Please, God," he prayed.

"Let's move to the bedroom," Thom puffed, resting his forehead against Kyan's.

"Okay." His eyes were still closed as he tried to feel everything Thom offered to him at that moment- the deeply soft, sensual voice, the warm breath on his face, the feel of the soft fabric gripped between his fingers, and the hypnotic, rhythmic, but frenzied heartbeat coaxing his.

Thom brushed their noses together slightly when Kyan made no attempt to move. "Tell me if I'm going too fast."

"You aren't," he breathed, opening his eyes. Thom's face was distorted. "You are perfect."

Slowly, Thom pushed himself up, expecting to guide them into the other room, but Kyan readjusted his body so he was sitting on the edge of the couch, and Thom was standing between his knees. Kyan kept his eyes locked with Thom's as his hand flawlessly started to unbutton the shirt. With his free hand, he circled Thom's waist- making his hips thrust forward a little. Kyan wasn't sure what to make of his lover's cool demeanor. Thom barely had any reaction as his shirt started to fall away from his body.

Acting as if every brush of Kyan's fingertips against his skin wasn't sending him right over the edge, he sipped his wine calmly. The way Kyan's eyes held that sexual intensity could send a man into an insane, erotic lust. His only sanction was the sweet alcohol swirling in his mouth.

Kyan untucked his shirt and watched as it completely fell open. Dropping his stare, he gazed at Thom's body- soft, yet somewhat sculpted due to his work, scantly tanned, and a tiny scar off to the right of his belly button. Kyan's eyes followed the thin line of hair that disappeared below the belt buckle. Shaking just a bit, his fingers traced the path. Gracefully, they pulled the restriction loose. Thom's hand suddenly gripped his shoulder as the sound of the zipper's teeth tearing apart echoed through the room.

"Is this what you want?" Kyan hissed, dramatically, slipping his hand down the back of Thom's pants to free them from his hips. They pooled around his ankles in seconds.

Fervently, Kyan ran his eyes over the solid mound beneath the black boxer-briefs. He couldn't help his tongue from darting out and sweeping across his lips in hungered need. His fingers ached to touch him. As a distraction, he slid his other hand up and down Thom's back, running his fingernails against his skin. He waited until Thom started to quiver, then carefully lifted the elastic band, maneuvering his fingers against the soft flesh.

Thom tightened his muscles, then drove his hips closer. "Kyan," he groaned, throwing his head back.

Deciding that was his cue, he tugged the clothing off gently, revealing inch by inch Thom's cock- hard, thick, red. Leaving the underwear just above his knees, he snaked his hands up Thom's thighs, studying the beautiful sight in front of him. His fingers curled as his palms cupped the swollen sack. Gingerly, he massaged them and watched as drops of pre-cum slid down the tightened shaft. He waited until it almost dripped onto his hand before flicking his tongue out and collecting the now steady stream.

Thom let out a guttural moan that developed into a continuous growl. He had ceased to feel anything but Kyan's lips on him. Tossing his head from side to side, he tried to endure the teases- the flutters shimmering up and down his cock, and the hot, wet sensation that seemed to be only coating him. He wanted to feel himself deep inside his mouth- to feel the tip of his cock at the back of Kyan's throat. He pressed forward, thrusting himself between the wet lips, but quickly he pulled back, shocked at his own force.

"No," Kyan mumbled, disagreeing with the recoil. He wanted Thom to take the lead, to show him what he liked. "Do what you want… what you need."

The vibrations of Kyan's voice burned through him. "Christ," he swore.

Thom shuddered, feeling a small release spill into the open mouth. His hand traveled from Kyan's shoulder to the back of his head, just to hold him steady while he guided himself in. Immediately, he settled between Kyan's cushioned tongue and the roof of his mouth, rubbing the base of his cock over his curled lips.

The feeling of Thom inside his mouth was almost too overwhelming for him. He had to calm his brain and heart before proceeding. Tapping the tip of his tongue over the pulsating member, he used his hands to spread Thom's legs just a bit and directed his fingers between the heated flesh. He didn't know what Thom liked and was cautious as he pressed into the sensitive spot. Thom responded with a gasped intake of breath and a subtle satisfied emptying of his heaved balls. Kyan swallowed the treat eagerly, bobbing Thom's cock in his mouth.

"I…" Thom whimpered.

Kyan's eyes shifted to look up at him. It was the first time he saw Thom's face twisted in pure ecstasy. His already stiff cock tightened even more, and he groaned. Lost in the overzealous need for his own release, he broke the slow pace and began to pull Thom in and out of his mouth with ravishing fury.

Thom's jaw dropped. His hips caught up with Kyan's actions, and he matched the heightened pumping. His cock slammed into the hot opening, and he felt his sack tap against Kyan's chin with each thrust. He felt as if he was floating out of his body, and when the pressure came from beneath his scrotum, he knew it would only be mere seconds before his seed erupted into Kyan's stomach.

"Ky…." He pleaded.

"Say that again." His interested spark by the sound of his name shortened with such lust.

"I'm…" Thom swallowed, thickly. "I'm going to come. I…."

Kyan thought he felt Thom's fingers tug his head backward. "Something's not right. He wants me to stop."

Thom wanted to scream when Kyan slumped away from him. His balls tightened to the point of excruciating pain that ripped through the entire lower half of his body.

"I'm sorry," Kyan immediately apologized, softly. He ran the back of his hand over his sheen lips. "I thought you---"

"Hush," Thom managed to squeak. "Just…." He gritted his teeth together, finally feeling himself return to somewhat normal- although it cost him most of his erection.

"I---"

"Don't say another word," Thom scolded, quietly. "Nothing is wrong, okay?"

"But…"

Thom cupped Kyan's chin and tilted his head back so he would be forced to look at him. "I didn't want to come like that."

Kyan's forehead crinkled. "What? Why?"

"Well, for one, look at you- you are fully clothed! I haven't been given the chance to touch you, look at you, explore- taste- kiss…" He ran his fingers over his lover's blushing cheek. "And second, I want to be inside you- so deep inside of you," he paused, "if you'll let me."

At that moment, Kyan wanted to tell him how much he wanted him, needed him and how much he loved him, but instead, he answered with a mixed quiver in his throat: "Yes."

"Come on," Thom whispered, placing his empty wineglass on the table. He was surprised he was still holding it. He straightened himself out a bit- pulling up his clothes- before extending his hand.

Kyan linked their fingers together and stood up. They stared at each other for a brief second, then Thom lead him down the hall.

"My God, you are amazing," Thom breathed, barely hitting the threshold of the bedroom. He pivoted, dragging Kyan's arm around his waist and pushing into his body.

"Thom," Kyan exhaled. His eyelids fluttered when Thom's lips touched his.

The soft kiss turned into heated passion in seconds. Kyan once again coaxed Thom's pants to puddle on the floor. This time Thom struggled out of his shoes, kicking everything into a messy pile in front of his armoire.

"Take this off," Thom groaned, gripping the bottom of Kyan's sweater.

He did as he was told- wanting nothing more than to feel Thom's fingers on his skin. The sweater fell somewhere behind him. He watched Thom's eyes take in his body, focusing on the strong, muscular physique.

"Let me…." Thom pleaded as Kyan's hand went for the belt buckle. "I just want…"

"Tell me," Kyan whispered, pressing his palms into Thom's chest and sliding his fingers up his skin. The unbuttoned shirt that had been hanging off Thom's body landed with a soft thud on the wooden floor.

Thom swallowed thickly, feeling Kyan's tongue flick against his skin, run over his neck and down to his nipples. He dug his fingertips into Kyan's shoulders to keep from collapsing. He became emerged and lost in sexual adrenaline. The tip of Kyan's tongue was hot, wet, and coarse- testing his sensitivity and nibbling gently. His erection, which had been almost non-existent when they reached the bedroom, was now threatening to break free from its barrier.

"Come here," Kyan grumbled, his lips still wrapped around the hardened nub. He sucked it gently until it molded against his mouth.

Thom followed, not sure what was going on. His brain was swimming carelessly through the electrifying sensation racing up and down his entire body. Kyan's lips were now back on his, kissing him deeply. His hands were placed on Kyan's belt, and instantly, he clamored to release the pulsating flesh that lay beneath the cotton pant. He felt Kyan start to tear his lips away, and he leaned in, hoping he wouldn't.

"More," he gulped.

Kyan didn't say anything, just guided him until he was sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Open your eyes."

Thom shook his head. "Kiss me again."

Kyan licked his lips. His stomach flipped over. He wanted to remember the way Thom looked at that moment- innocent, wanting, pouty. "Sexy."

"Ky…," he growled.

"Damn you," Kyan breathed, leaning down and brushing his lips against Thom's. "I can't resist you."

"Good," Thom groaned. "Kiss me…"

Their mouths opened slightly, and their tongues touched.

"I've dreamt of this… for so long."

"Me, too," Thom confessed, intoxicated by the way Kyan's mouth formed around his.

"Have you?" Kyan mumbled.

Thom pulled the belt from around Kyan's waist and tossed it onto the floor with the rest of their clothing. "Don't…" He grabbed a belt loop on Kyan's pants and pulled him forward.

They fell backwards on the bed. Kyan landed on top of Thom with a hefty thud. Their skin slapped together playfully. Thom twisted his body so that Kyan rested comfortably against his hips. He wrapped his arms around him and ran his hands up and down his shaped back.

"Trust me," Thom murmured, lifting his head up a little to find Kyan's lips. "Just trust me."

Kyan rubbed his body up Thom's. He groaned within the kiss as he felt Thom's dick pressing against him. The layers of clothing, although providing a sense of stimulation, were confining. He lifted his butt up. Thom started to protest, until he felt Kyan's fingers tugging at his underwear.

"I want to touch you," Kyan breathed, heavily, pushing himself up on his knees. He barely was hanging onto the bed.

Thom rolled back onto his shoulders and shed his skin of the stubborn cotton, then proceeded to peel off his socks. He laid in front of Kyan, completely naked and throbbing in sexual overload.

"You're beautiful," Kyan moaned, almost painfully, as he hovered above him. His right hand slithered around Thom's hardness.

"You still have your clothes on," Thom grunted, arching his back. His head flopped to the side.

Kyan sighed, kneading the hot flesh between his fingers. "You want me to stop?"

As much as Thom didn't want him to, he nodded vigorously.

"Okay." Kyan leaned back, stepping off the bed.

Thom raised his eyelids halfway to watch Kyan through his eyelashes.

He began with his watch, sliding it off his wrist and dropping it onto Thom's shirt so it wouldn't break. Gracefully, he ran his fingers down his own chest, then released the button on the pants. He tilted his head to the left, keeping his eyes on Thom's, as he tugged the zipper down.

"Christ, Kyan," Thom swore. He lost all sense of control and wrapped his fingers around his quivering cock.

Kyan sucked in his breath at the sight. It was the motivation to push him into overdrive. He was naked in seconds, shoving his clothes practically under the bed. A little insecurity pumped through his veins. He waited for Thom to say something, and when he didn't, he started to fidget and clasped his arms over his body.

"No, don't," Thom protested, propping up on an elbow. He raised his foot and flicked it across Kyan's arm. "You are…" His eyes softened.

"What?" Kyan asked, climbing back on the bed. "What am I?"

Thom pulled up into a sitting position. Kyan happily straddled his lap. His legs circled Thom's body, and he reveled in the feeling of his hard length pressing against Thom's. He rotated his hips and was rewarded with a low rumbling growl.

"Gorgeous," Thom breathed hotly.

"Thom," Kyan shivered.

Their lips merged almost in a violent sea of lust. Kyan's hips bucked rapidly, creating a wet, sticky, humid center between them. Thom lightly traced his index and middle fingers over Kyan's back before sliding down to his ass.

"Oh, God." It had been so long since someone had touched him like that. He jumped.

"How long has it been?" Thom asked, hardly stopping the kiss to ask.

"Too long," Kyan moaned, rubbing against his fingers.

Thom smiled, then ran his tongue over Kyan's open, gapping mouth. "Me, too."

Kyan saw Thom's eyes spark, and he held that look as Thom massaged him. They both knew it was just mere foreplay. The angles of their bodies prevented Thom from really loosening him up.

"Are you ready?" Thom asked once the subtle touches lost excitement. He needed more. He needed to be inside him.

"Yeah," Kyan sighed.

"One thing…" Thom mumbled.

"For you, anything."

"I want to know what you look like when you come. I want to watch you."

"Okay," he answered, curling his lips up into a lopsided smile. He peeled away from Thom. "Do you have any…."

"In the nightstand."

Kyan started for the drawer, skating across the bed on all fours. He found the tube shoved in the back behind a couple of books and a black and white composition notebook. Slamming it shut, he swiveled around to Thom, who was sitting on his knees and grazing the tip of his penis with his thumb.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Kyan groaned.

"Doing what?"

Kyan scooted to him, coaxing Thom to rise up so they were face to face. He took Thom's free hand and squeezed a good amount of the gel into his palm. Tossing the tube to the side, he lowered Thom's hand to his aching member. His eyes rolled back when Thom's hand wrapped around him, slathering the dense material over his skin.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Thom asked, hushed.

"More…"

"This?"

Thom slid himself into his hand, snaking his cock around Kyan's. His palm rubbed them together, while he tugged from base to tip.

Kyan signaled his approval with a small whimper. His right hand ran over Thom's chest. He used his fingernails to convey the overpowering feeling of his cock slowly emptying on Thom's lower belly. He started to thrust against Thom's hand, wanting the tightness that seized his body to just break free. The sound of the oozing gel and heavy panting made Thom's head spin. He pulled them faster, slamming his hand down over and over again until Kyan's penis stiffened with release.

Kyan was the first to move, knowing if he didn't he would've come all over Thom at that moment. In one graceful move, he was on his back- his legs on each side of Thom. He bent his knees, drawing them up, until his ankle were resting on Thom's shoulders His cock was pressed firmly on his stomach. He held his breath as he waited.

Thom groped for the gel, unable to take his eyes off Kyan, whose hips were bucking up in anticipation. He placed the tube against Kyan's ass and squeezed. Kyan moaned loudly. Taking another palm-full of gel, Thom lathered up his dick, then moved to Kyan's. He spread the liquid over Kyan's sack, palming it as he worked the rock hard shaft. When the tip of his fingers touched the underside of the head. Kyan screamed out. A long, sticky stream shot out, spilling on Kyan's stomach. Thom knew he had to act fast- Kyan was on the verge of coming undone.

Pressing his hips forward, the tip of his penis touched the smooth area of skin between Kyan's sack and anus. Thom reached down, gripping the base of his hard cock, and guided it to the puckered opening. He stopped though, just before penetration, using his free hand to loosen the tight hole. It only took a few seconds, as this was nothing new to either of them and had no restrictions about what had to take place.

Thom shuddered as he slid easily into him. Instantly, Kyan's muscles clinched around him, and he cried out, overwhelmed at the tightness mixed with pure softness. He leaned forward, cradling Kyan's ball sack against his lower belly. Thom's hands gripped Kyan's hips as he pushed deeper into him.

"Oh…" The breathless sound able Kyan to breathe again. He inched up Thom's body just slightly, now capable to hang his knees over his shoulders. His lower body squirmed to get the tip of Thom's penis to touch that one spot nestled inside him.

Thom thrust further, testing the limits, then pulled out to push in again- deeper and faster. He knew what Kyan was looking for and desperately tried to touch him, pounding into him with such force and vigor that he was sure Kyan's head would meld into the headboard. Kyan felt it, and his arm was over his head- his hand gripping the cloth that lined the wooden board. It gave him some leverage, and he raised his hips to meet Thom's penetration, bringing them to a frenzied pace.

Swarming in excitement, Thom, while one hand was buried in Kyan's hip, wrapped his hand around Kyan's cock. A low groan bounced off the walls. Thom stroked Kyan in the same rhythm as he was pumping into him. The bed was swaying beneath them, helping their efforts and rocking them to ecstasy.

Kyan's orgasm began in his throat. He cried out in pure joy in between the pants and grunts they both were enduring. His testicles seized beneath Thom's palm, and his legs spread wider, causing Thom to find his breaking point. He lifted his head a little to look at Thom and memorized every emotion that swam in his dark, smoky eyes. He was thankful he couldn't speak, even if he wanted to, the release that finally broke free from its constraints rendered him with only pleasurable growls. It kept him from regretting the words that echoed in through his brain as the rush of hot, thick liquid splashed onto his stomach and covered Thom's hand. He gasped for breath and dropped his head back onto the bed when the grip Thom had on him slackened.

Seeing Kyan come made Thom desperate for his own release. He was close, and watching Kyan's cock soften in his hand drove him closer. Thom licked his lips before dropping his jaw. Kyan once again lifted his head, locking his eyes with Thom's as he sent one last firm thrust. Thom's body froze for a brief second before he came- shooting into him hard and strong. His muscles started to shake, and he dropped his head as his testicles emptied. He swallowed and found his throat scratchy and dry. His chest hurt from holding his breath, and he inhaled deeply.

They said nothing. Thom closed his eyes, waiting for his penis to relax, and when it did, he slowly pulled out of him. He sat back on his knees; his heels pressing into his butt. Kyan slid his legs out from around his ears and gingerly, from already sore muscles, placed the exhausted limbs on the cushioned bed. The smell of sex circled around them- assaulting their noses. Kyan searched Thom's body, studying his now flaccid penis. It still was beautiful to him.

"That was fantastic," Kyan ventured. His voice was hoarse.

Thom smiled. "Unbelievable." He was glad Kyan said something first. He was sure he would've said something really ridiculous if he had opened his mouth despite the wonderful feeling that raced through his blood.

Kyan rested back, running the hand that was above his head through his hair, sighing contently, and closing his eyes.

"Are you thirsty?" Thom asked.

He nodded.

"I'll be right back," Thom whispered, sliding off the bed. He stood and looked at Kyan relishing in the after-glow for a few seconds, then scampered off to the front of the house, grabbing his robe on the way.

"I don't ever want to leave this bed," Kyan thought. "I don't want to ever leave… this man." Now that his body was fulfilled, his emotions were raging. It wasn't as if he wanted Thom to come back into bed and cuddled with him. In fact, he would be more than happy to fall asleep at that second, but the "Now whats" were filtering back- with full-force.

"I brought the wine and some water," Thom announced, gliding through the doorway.

"Mmm, great," Kyan hummed, making himself sit up.

"Are you cold? Do you want something to put on?" Thom asked.

"Can we get under the covers?"

Thom placed the drinks on the nightstand and picked up the gel that had fallen to the floor. "Of course, pumpkin."

Kyan arched an eyebrow. "Should I be offended by that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Pumpkin isn't necessarily a term of endearment coming from you."

Thom chuckled, realizing Kyan was right. He helped peel back the bedspread and covers. Once Kyan was settled, he dropped his robe and climbed in.

"Wine or water?" Thom asked.

"Wine first."

Thom handed him a full glass, taking the other for himself. "Cheers."

"Cheers," Kyan repeated, touching the flukes.

They both drained the alcohol in one gulp. Before Kyan even had a chance to lower his glass, Thom leaned in, placing his lips on his neck. Kyan giggled and wrapped his arms around Thom's shoulders.

"To say that was unbelievable is understatement," Thom mumbled, then kissing him.

Kyan melted into the kiss. It was soft and tender, so different than the ones they had shared just minutes before.

"Tired," Thom whispered, turning away.

"Yeah."

Thom took Kyan's glass from him and handed him a bottle of water. "Do you have be up in the morning for anything? Do I need to set the alarm?"

"Nope," he answered, snuggling into the bed.

Thom turned the light off, encasing them in darkness. He settled next to Kyan and wondered if he should "hold" him.

"G'nite, Thom," Kyan said, rolling over and tucking his arms into his body.

"Nite… Ky."

Kyan's eyes flew open. He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep.

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