Evan's eyes fluttered closed. "Yeah." One of his hands skimmed down Casey's flank, caressing his thigh before going back to rol Casey's tight bal s. "Yeah."

Casey spread his legs further and pul ed Evan in, his fingertips sinking into the broad muscles of Evan's back.

"How do you want me?" Casey asked, suddenly shy about the whole process.

"Just as you are." Evan gently hoisted one of Casey's legs up, his palm caressing the back of his thigh until he could dip his fingers between Casey's a.s.s cheeks.

"But -- your leg --"

Evan chuckled. "It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

Evan kissed him on the lips, tongue slipping past and lazily tangling with Casey's. His hips rol ed, pressing up closer now, more insistent, his eyes half closed, heavy lidded with l.u.s.t. Casey moaned and mimicked Evan's movement, their c.o.c.ks sliding together and sending spikes of deep seated want down his spine.

Evan whimpered and cupped Casey's a.s.s cheeks, pushing his legs slightly up higher, his knees shuffling on the bed to put himself in position. Casey winced in sympathy -- he wanted to suggest maybe switching positions, let Evan lie down as Casey f.u.c.ked himself on Evan's c.o.c.k, but something told him that it was better to let Evan have his way.

The look on his face told him that didn't often happen.

Casey reached up to grab Evan's biceps, pul ing him closer, his d.i.c.k jumping and leaking a fat drop of precome on his abs. "Yeah," he whispered.

"Come on then, baby."

Casey blushed so fast he could feel steam rising from his neck to his face. Evan smiled, lazy and crooked, fumbling about for the lube as he rocked his hips in encouragement. Evan's hands slid down lower, fol owing the lines of Casey's body until he could curl his hands around the swel of Casey's a.s.s. "Yeah, that's it."

Evan bit down on his lower lip as his lube coated fingers careful y traced the skin between Casey's hole and the ful ness of his bal s. Casey groaned, trying to spread himself wider and al ow Evan more room. "I'm not gonna break, either," he muttered, wriggling a little against the teasing touch. Evan snorted and kissed him clumsily on the corner of his mouth.

"Let me do things my way," Evan whispered. "I'l make it good for you."

"Okay," Casey whispered, letting out a long rush of breath. "Okay." He needed Evan to know that he could do whatever he wanted with him; if Evan wanted to take hours on foreplay, wel , Casey would let him. Even if it meant he would die of blue bal s.

Evan kissed the dip of Casey's throat and rubbed the tip of his finger on Casey's outer ring of muscle. Casey keened and threw his head back against the pil ow, his own hands skimming over Evan's back and a.s.s.

"Beautiful," Evan mumbled, kissing a wet line from Casey's throat down to his pecs, his tongue sneaking out to tease his nipple.

Beautiful? Casey's chest constricted. He wanted to object, he did -- how did Evan even know? But he kept quiet, a flood of emotion taking over him. Maybe Evan was seeing something else there. Casey wouldn't question it.

Evan's teeth tugged and pul ed at the hard nub of muscle until Casey whined and writhed underneath him.

Evan's index finger pressed a little more insistently at Casey's opening and Casey immediately rocked back against the touch, wanting more.

Evan shifted from one nipple to the other, puckering his lips around it and suckling, just as he pushed his finger in, knuckle deep. It slid in easily, and Casey gasped out and clutched at the back of Evan's legs, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he tried to keep himself from pushing back and forth on that tantalizing finger.

"Shh," Evan shushed him, kissing his way back up to Casey's mouth. "Shh. I'l take care of you."

Casey nodded and looked earnestly into Evan's flushed face. Evan was smiling, at him, for him, with him, and Casey knew he would do anything for that smile.

His body was lax and mal eable under Evan's hands as he was pressed down more firmly into the bedding. He reached for Evan's face, wanting to brush his knuckles over the curve of a cheekbone and the swel of ful lips. Evan caught his hand, kissed his palm, then pressed it down beside Casey's head.

"Stay stil ."

Casey nodded rapidly, then remembered, kicked himself, and voiced his a.s.sent. "Okay."

Evan's fingers returned to probing Casey's hole.

Two this time, sliding in deep and scissoring him open.

Casey sighed and closed his eyes, fingers flexing, clutching air. He breathed out and spread his legs wider, feeling sweat break out over his chest and abs, his c.o.c.k swel ing and dripping precome against his stomach. "Beautiful,"

Evan repeated again, a touch of awe to his voice as he whispered the word into Casey's skin. Two fingers became three. Evan took his sweet time working Casey open, so long that Casey's hips had started shifting impatiently on their own again, rocking back and forth as he tried to get Evan's fingers to go deeper.

Evan kissed him again, a brush of lips on lips, before pul ing his fingers out and pushing Casey's legs back against his chest. Casey grabbed his own knees, pushing them to the side and holding himself wide open.

Evan let his fingers guide him to the center of Casey's body as he lined himself up, and slowly slid home, inch by inch, not stopping until his bal s were pressed flush against Casey's a.s.s.

Casey shivered and tentatively raised his arms, caressing Evan's shoulders. "Can I?" he murmured, eyes shining, fever bright. Evan caught Casey's hands and tangled their fingers together as he lowered his head to kiss him again.

Evan rocked into him slowly, almost an apology, lazy waves of pleasure that rol ed over them with each gentle thrust. Casey moaned and closed his eyes, fingers squeezing Evan's hands as he sunk into the sensation of having Evan inside of him.

"I love you," Casey breathed, not thinking it through.

Evan faltered, but just for a moment. Then his lips came back with a vengeance, kissing every piece of Casey he could reach as he thrust in deeper, slow and purposeful.

Their fingers were stil laced together, and as desperately as Casey wanted to pul Evan against him, he waited, wanting to beg Evan for more but not knowing how.

"f.u.c.k, Casey --" Evan groaned, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He bit down lightly on Casey's neck, his tongue darting out to fol ow the pattern left by his teeth, soothing the sting. He tightened his grip on Casey's hands, pressing them back against the mattress, on either side of Casey's head as he kept up his intense, slow pace.

Casey opened his eyes to find Evan staring straight at him, deep, impossibly deep pools of dark jade green boring into his very soul. His heart jumped up in his throat and he arched up to kiss him again. He wanted to say something, something deep and meaningful, but al that came out of him was a low, desperate moan as Evan hit his prostate, over and over, the bed frame shaking with the intensity of their lovemaking.

Evan's fingers were slippery with sweat in Casey's grip, his body feeling too hot, skin too tight to hold him together. Evan blanketed Casey completely, soft whispered words and reverent touches, and Casey's chest heaved with broken gasps.

He could've died that way and he wouldn't have minded.

"Beautiful," Evan murmured, kissing Casey's open mouth. "My beautiful."

Evan rol ed his hips, a slow, twisting move, and the deliberate drag against his sweet spot made Casey see stars. "Please," he begged, unashamed and desperate, "Evan, please..."

Evan's rhythm faltered, then picked up again, his hips stuttering madly against Casey's a.s.s, making him whimper and rock back into each thrust. Evan reached for Casey's straining c.o.c.k and let it slide through the channel of his fist.

That touch was al it took. Casey felt as if he had let go of everything inside of him, and as Evan kept moving inside of him Casey shook and trembled, the edges of his o.r.g.a.s.m darkening the corners of his sight and leaving him breathless as he came, and came, and came.

He slumped down on the bedding, boneless, weightless, and more at peace than he could remember being in years.

The kiss Evan laid on his lips was like a seal on a promise, and Casey knew he would guard and treasure anything Evan gave him until his very last day. As Evan came inside of him, only moments after Casey had stopped shaking and trembling, he knew they were in it for the long haul. It might take time and tears and patience, but he was wil ing to give it al , for this. For Evan.

Evan pul ed out and rol ed over to the side with a whimper, his leg sticking out at an odd angle, and Casey cursed under his breath. "I told you," he said with a pout, trying to figure out how he could prevent Evan's stubbornness from getting them into any more trouble.

Evan smirked and turned sideways, in an attempt to stare at him. "Don't think you get to boss me around." He grinned, and Casey had to laugh. "I'l set Sadie on you."

"That's pretty terrifying. I could get licked to death."

Evan poked his tongue out at him, in a way that made him look about five, and before Casey could lean down to suck that tongue back in his mouth, the doorbel rang, the sound suddenly fol owed by a series of loud, excited barks.

"Evan, darling?" came Mrs. Lamar's voice. "Your food is here."

Casey smiled at Evan and pressed a pil ow under his broken leg, kissing his cheek. "I'l get it."

Evan sighed and sprawled back on the pil ows, tugging a sheet over his body as he snuggled back into the mattress. "Fine. Only this time though."

Casey chuckled as he put on his jeans and went to get the door. And as he found himself with an armful of furry, happy Sadie and a box of Chinese in his spare hand, something told him that even though it was going to be a head-on struggle for every single little thing, it would be al worth it in the end.

Sophia t.i.theniel

After spreading terror, heart attacks and M/M cooties al over her film instructors in Vancouver, Sophia has left British Columbia to bounce over to Los Angeles, looking forward to conquering another city with glitter, rainbows, and naughty boys doing naughty things.

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