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tongue. He leaned back and pulled at Stu's waist, unbalancing his agile lover. As Stu fell on top
of him, the water splashed in one giant wave over the sides of the tub, flooding the tile floor.
“Hey, man!” Stu grabbed for him, dragging them both under the water.
They reemerged, laughing, hair dripping in their eyes. Blue eyes blazed with pure lust.
“You think you can do something like that and not pay?”
Aric certainly was willing to pay the price. He wrung out his hair, raining droplets on the
water's surface as he looked Stu over. “What could you possibly do to me that we haven't already
done twenty times over?”
Such a wicked grin. Stu had proven his prowess in bed and his willingness for sex play.
Nothing fazed the guy. Not that Aric was complaining.
Stu stood and helped him to his feet. Facing Stu, he caressed the burnished gold fuzz
sprouting on his cheeks. He kissed the underside of his chin and ran his tongue along his jawline.
“You taste very, very clean.”
“Let me take you.” Emphasizing his request, Stu ran the tip of his finger down Aric's
crease, then stopped at the tight ring of muscle.
Aric squinted and fell back a step, almost slipping before Stu grabbed his arm. Never had
he allowed anyone to top him after that one night in Prague. “Uh, not sure I follow you.”
“I think I'm falling in love with you, Aric. I want to know how it feels to be inside you.”
“Love?” Aric repeated the word, more to himself. Stu was falling in love? Leave it to his
ever-so-romantic lover to say it first, though he'd certainly thought he was falling for Stu too. But
they had been together only a short time, how could it be love? Wasn't it way too soon for that?
Then again, what they had been through in the past few days had brought them closer.
Stu poked the side of Aric's head as he laughed a deep, throaty growl. “Stop, before you
drive me fucking insane with all that thinking.” He arched his hips so that his dick nudged
between Aric's thighs, a reminder that Aric had better things to do than overthink the situation.
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Although Aric still didn't have any idea how they could make a relationship work, now he
wanted to try. In an odd way, even though they hadn't known each other all that long, it seemed
as if they had been together forever. A good forever. One of those forevers that left a person
breathless, but steady on his feet.
Aric swept a loose curl behind Stu's ear. He looked down at their feet beneath the water,
then let his gaze roam upward, taking Stu in slowly. The man was fucking beautiful—a Greek
god, an Apollo. And to his astonishment, the guy wanted to fuck him.
“Uh, shouldn't we take this slow?”
Stu laughed. “Slow? Too late for that, babe.”
But Aric was still worried that their relationship would harm Stu's chances for a charmed
life in the NFL. Before they met, Stu had been a normal, straight jock who dated girls and drank
beer with his buds. Somehow, someway, something would come between them.
“What about your coach?”
“Huh?” Stu raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “My coach? What does he have to with
this?”
“What did he say about us?” Stu had told him what had happened at the bar—how he
confessed in front of an audience that he wanted Aric. It didn't take long for the rumor to reach
Stu's football coach.
Stu shrugged it off. “Nothing I can't handle. If my teammates can't see beyond my dating
you, then I'll quit.”
“But that's—”
“My decision. I'm not ashamed of us.”
And that confession captured the final piece of Aric's heart.
Stu kissed him, turning his insides into a smoldering fire. Hands roamed down his back
and then lower, where fingers pinched his cheeks, sending an exciting ache through him. Aric
plunged his tongue in deeper as he twirled the wet blond strands around his fingers. He yanked
Stu forward so their chests collided. Stu's skin was moist and warm, like his mouth, and Aric
thought of another place where he'd be just as warm and moist. His cock reacted, and begging for
attention, it ground against Stu's erection
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The incredible attraction for the man holding him in his arms couldn't be explained by
simple bloodlust. Not anymore.
A low growl came from Stu's throat, a primitive sound that alerted Aric; Stu wanted to
fuck him in the ass. A sudden flash of doubt skittered across his brain. He pulled away from the
kiss. “Let's get out of this tub.”
Stu stepped out without saying a word, dried off, and wrapped the towel around his waist.
Aric grabbed a towel from the rack and walked to the living area. The curtains were open,
bathing the loft in sunlight. He kicked away his crumpled jeans piled on the floor. Feeling a hand
clasp his shoulder, he turned around to see Stu's concerned face.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out.”
“Yeah, well, I'm not good at relinquishing control.”
Stu rubbed his chin. “Look, if you don't want to…”
“It's just…”
“Aric, I am falling for you. That makes all the difference.”
Aric sank onto the edge of the bed and gripped the covers. Every part of him tingled.
Love.
The word scared the hell out of him. But so much had happened in such a short time.
Stu took a few steps forward, closing in. “Cor's always complained about my impulsive
nature, but—”
“I like you because of it.”
Stu's eyes took on a feline quality, his body poised to pounce, but then his lips quirked into
his usual sunny smile. “Good. Like is a start.”
Aric stood and dropped his towel. He embraced Stu and rested his cheek on his chest. His
scent surrounded him in its sultry fragrance. Aric moved his hands in a lazy rhythm up and down
that hard chest. Their cocks meshed perfectly. He already knew his lover's taste, smell, touch.
With a husky voice, he spoke the truth. “I trust you with my life. Love me like you want.”
Stu scooped Aric into his arms and let out a gleeful laugh as he tossed him onto the bed.
Before joining him, he rummaged through the dresser drawer and found what he needed. He
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unscrewed the cap from the lube and placed the tube on the bed; then he picked up the condom
and handed it to Aric. “Put it on me.”
That sly grin stoked Aric's desire once again, and he grabbed the condom from Stu's hand.
There was something extremely sexy about sliding a condom onto a lover's ready and willing
dick.
Once in place, Aric sprawled on his back, knees bent, thighs spread apart. Confidence
shone on Stu's face as he knelt between Aric's legs. Stu squeezed out the lube and moistened his
fingers, all the while smiling that mischievous grin. As Aric watched those fingers being slowly,
deliberately coated, his heart beat fast and furious in anticipation. Stu knew how to drive him
crazy. He grabbed the headboard rails, never turning away from his lover's heated gaze.
“Fuck me.” His growl came out as more of a groan.
Stu tsk-tsked. “So impatient.”
Aric's dick twitched at the feather touch of fingers running down its length. He shivered.
This was going to be a slow, simmering fuck. Christ. He wanted more; he wanted that hot mouth
closed around his shaft. Instead the strong hand began to rhythmically stroke his cock. Fingers
cupped his balls, the touch almost sending him through the roof. God, he was losing it before Stu
even got his dick up his ass.
Stu eased up and smiled. He kissed Aric's hairline, then moved down to his groin and back
up to his belly button, where he licked the rim and teased his tongue inside.
Aric squirmed under Stu's mouth and hands. Strands of hair tickled his skin as fiery licks
peppered his flesh wherever Stu's tongue roamed. Then that wily tongue moved downward and
traced the slit of his cock, his mouth oh so close to taking it completely.
Aric caught a ragged breath that came out a long, impatient moan. “I want you inside me.
No more of your fucking teasing.” Stretched out with his legs spread, his submissive posture
begged for a cock up his ass. Stu's cock.
Stu pressed his body down on him, covering him in delicious warmth. He scarcely
remembered to breathe.
Stu's mouth tickled his ear. “I'm a fast learner, and I paid attention. I'll make you feel
good.” Then he unexpectedly slipped a moist finger into Aric's hole.
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Aric's muscles tightened at first, but Stu had spoken the truth when he'd said he learned
fast. The finger worked his ass with great care, proving he was an A student when it came to sex.
Who would have thought this jock would take to fucking a guy as expertly as he caught a
quarterback pass?
Stu's eyes shone a shock of blue so bright, it caught Aric's breath.
“You're unbelievably tight.” Stu smiled.
“You talk too much.” But secretly, Stu's sex talk drove up Aric's heat level.
Aric clenched in reaction to another finger being pushed inside his passage. Both fingers
went deeper into his moist hole. The thickness was uncomfortable, and the remembrance of that
awful night with Johan flickered across his mind. No, Stu wasn't Johan. Stu must have sensed his
reluctance, because he paused, waiting.
“Keep going.”
A quick kiss to his earlobe and then a whisper brushed his ear. “Relax, babe. I have you;
you're safe with me.”
Aric loosened his grip on the headboard enough for his body to relax as much as it could,
considering he had two fingers up his ass. “Go on. I want you.” He lifted his head for a kiss.
Stu met him halfway, cupping his hand behind Aric's neck. The kiss was deep and
passionate, and as Stu's fingers kept massaging his passage, the pain soon gave way to intense
pleasure, causing staccato moans to ripple from deep in Aric's chest. Breaking the kiss, he stole a
glance at the desire brightening Stu's eyes.
Stu balanced himself with one hand on the bed, near Aric's hip. His fingers curled inside
Aric and hit his prostate. Aric bucked, and his mouth tensed in sweet pain. Fever swept through
his body. One more of Stu's fingers eased its way up into his ass, fully possessing him. He no
longer would walk his path alone.
Then Stu slowly removed his fingers and grabbed Aric's dick; he pumped it with hard,
greedy strokes. Aric gripped the headboard rails tighter, his body jerking without grace or
dignity. Stu lifted his ass slightly and positioned the tip of his cock at the well-massaged
entrance. Without thinking, Aric thrust toward it. Christ, Stu was strong—on his knees, one hand
lifting Aric's ass, the other hand stroking him as his own cock poised for entry.
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Then he felt the thick length stretch his ass. His hips jutted forward and met it greedily, but
Stu took his time. Aric didn't want it slow and easy. His blood pounded in his veins; his body
was primed for complete submission.
Stu thrust deep and hard and was inside him—completely. His hand slipped from Aric's ass
and onto the bed. Aric used his strength to meet the driving force, setting a rhythm between
them. Exhilarated, he surrendered, both inside and out. He groaned freely, not caring if neighbors
heard his pleasure. Powerful thrusts hit his prostate again and again. He took in Stu, his hair now
damp with sweat, uncontrollable curls brushing his pale brows. Stu's bicep strained from his
weight as he held himself up with only one hand. The other was busy pumping Aric's dick. His
endurance kept up the forceful, rhythmic pounding into Aric's ass.
The sounds of their groans mingling together caused a thousand sensations to ride over
Aric. Their scents merged as their bodies became slick with sweat and precum. Aric melted and
reached for Stu's neck. He hung on tight, the feel of Stu's body on him—and in him—setting him
free.
He rode Stu's cock with abandon. Stu shouted out his name over and over, and moisture
warmed the latex, a liquid heat shooting through Aric's groin. He wasn't aware of his own shouts
as his orgasm hit. A blissful oblivion. The world around him blanked out, until his eyes fluttered
open and he found himself slumped in Stu's arms.
A kiss landed on top of his head, and he felt Stu's smile. He was pleased with himself, and
Aric laughed. He should be. That was one hell of a ride.
Aric relished these moments of after-sex intimacy. He'd never had this before, and Stu
spoiled him. That was okay by him. He enjoyed his lover's pampering but refused to admit it. At
least for now.
Stu kissed him again, this time on the lips, and then flopped onto his back. He placed his
arms behind his head, and a smile lit up his face. “I like being on top. You don't mind, do you?”
“Don't make it habit,” Aric said, a tease more than a threat. He did enjoy it, more than he'd
thought he would.
He turned sideways and propped himself up on his elbow, resting his cheek in his hand.
“This is how much I trust you.”
Stu's eyes widened. “You can't imagine how happy that makes me.”
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Aric played with one of the erratic curls plastered against Stu's neck. He loved the way his
lover's wispy hair became tight whorls after rigorous sex. He loved how he smelled of sex. He
loved…
Stu met Aric's gaze. “Don't get all weirded out by what I'm about to say, but I love the idea
that a part of me was inside you. Even if we did use a condom.”
Aric rolled his eyes. “You read too much poetry.”
Stu lazily traced a finger up and down Aric's arm. Aric briefly closed his eyes to the light
touches. He couldn't stop his contented whimper. His ass ached pleasantly with the aftereffects
of Stu's having been inside of him.
Stu chuckled and recited by memory,
“Feel we these things?—that moment have we slept
Into a sort of oneness, and our state
Is like a floating spirit's.”
Aric gave an exaggerated groan. “Don't expect me to name the poet.”
Stu gently tugged a strand of Aric's hair. “You're a philistine if you can't recognize Keats.”
Aric playfully swatted away his hand. “Don't get so full of yourself.” He rolled onto his
back. “I did read some poetry in school.”
“Then prove it.”
Aric closed his eyes, and a grin spread across his face. “I got it.” He blinked and set his
gaze on Stu. “Are you ready to be impressed?”
“Hit me with it.”
“The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat:
They took some honey,
and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.”
Aric shrugged. “I thought the owl was appropriate, considering.”
Stu laughed and shook his head. “Very impressive, but can you name the poet?”
“Christ no. Do I get a gold star anyway, professor?”
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“Better than a star”—Stu kissed Aric's earlobe, his breath buzzing across his skin—“it's
Edward”—he slid the tip of his tongue along Aric's neck. A slow, deep shiver rode Aric's
spine—“Lear.” He finished, then went for Aric's mouth, giving him a searing kiss.
Aric drowned in their mingled breaths. When he came up for air, the sincerity reflected in
Stu's sweet expression stalled his heart. Soon he'd be spouting his own poetry. Shaking his head,
he kept his mouth shut.
Stu suddenly shot up. “Fuck, I forgot about Cor.” He turned toward the clock on the
nightstand. “We were supposed to meet him at the mill thirty minutes ago.”
Reluctantly Aric rose from the bed. He stretched his arms over his head and arched his
back, easing his muscles. Turning to his lover, he smiled. “Better hurry and change. He's not
going to be too happy with our decision.”
Stu got a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Yeah, and I for one can't wait to see his reaction.”
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Chapter Sixteen
Stu leaned against a rusty pole, watching Corbin pace. Aric was giving Johan another shot
of serum as the vampire rested on a cot, drugged just enough to prevent his escape. Johan looked
perfectly content. He smiled with an impish glint lighting his eyes. Stu thought how beautiful he
looked with his blinding smile—and then thought about his brother's odd reaction to it. Corbin's
complexion blanched as he turned away, muttering obscenities under his breath. Stu had never
seen his brother so agitated.
“Cor, we can relieve you for a while. Why don't you get something to eat?” Stu asked.
