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So, now, it’s been a month. I’ve dated, fucked, called him, heard all the reasons I shouldn’t come, did everything he asked. I’m packing up my car. I told my editor I’d be moving to Sedona. She was shocked. I told my girlfriend, friend more, really, that I would be moving. She was curious. She’d read the articles, after all, and commented that I didn’t really feel like I was there when we fucked.

I really am surprised at how open and understanding they both were. I expected arguments, fights, being fired. My editor told me I was too good a writer to let go completely, so she’d be occasionally sending me story assignments. That was flattering. My friend wished me luck and said she’d be there for me if it went badly. I’m not sure if that was comforting or not. Maybe she figures I’ll just get it out of my system and come back to her or something, that this is just a phase. I didn’t tell anyone else. And, I only turned in the notice for my apartment today, so, technically, I’ll be ‘living’ there another month.

I know better, though.

So, I finish packing the car, go through my apartment making sure I had everything, turn in the keys. The drive to Sedona took forever, or about two hours.

Anthony is waiting for me! I stop the car and get out. Before either of us can say anything, he’s in my arms. Which of us hugged the other, I can’t say. We’ll call it mutual. I want to tell him how much I’ve missed him but my mouth is busy kissing him. I think he gets the point.

He’s kissing me like he wants to get through me. He pulls back suddenly. “Let’s get you home,” he says. He kisses me again. “I’ve missed you.” And another kiss. “We should go.”

I kiss him. “We should,” I agree. One more kiss. When his tongue slips into my mouth, I moan, sucking it in deeper. Truth is, I’m nervous about what we’re going to do when we get home, so I’m stalling a little, building up my nerve and getting insanely horny at the same time. I figure that’ll help. I want to fuck with him, I really do, but it’s still a bit frightening.

With a groan, he pulls back, extracting himself from my arms. “Home,” he gasps. “I have no problem doing what we did before out here, but I want to touch you, feel your body, kiss you on more places than your lips.”

That is a plan I can get behind. I get back in the car, adjusting myself as I do. Car seats aren’t exactly designed for comfort of driving while hard.

He opens the other door and we both work on getting the stuff I had to put there to somehow allow him to sit down. It doesn’t look terribly comfortable, but he does manage to close the door. He rests his hand high on my leg, occasionally brushing my dick with his finger as I drive to his house. That is both insanely hot and distracting. I can remember how his hand felt around my dick, how he knew just how to touch me.

It’s not soon enough when we pull into his driveway. We leave everything in the car and go into the house. He pulls me into his arms again and kisses me. I wrap my arm around his waist, letting one slip lower to cup his ass. That makes him press harder into me. I’d count it a success, but I’m too busy trying to suck his tongue down my throat.

He pulls away, leading me down the hall into his room. I don’t have a chance to look around, though, because he kisses me again, pressing me against the wall as he tries to climb into my body.

I’m totally fine with that, let me tell you. I pull him closer, both hands on his ass. I can feel his hard on through our clothes. Feeling daring, or just extremely horny, I rock my hips into his.

I’m not sure how to react to what he does next. He pulls away, but there’s such fire in his eyes, his gaze burns me. He growls and then lifts my shirt off. Before it’s all the way off my arms, he’s kissing my chest.

Fuck, but he knows exactly where to kiss and how. All I can do is hold on, grabbing his ass, reaching for his braid, wanting it undone while we’re fucking. I like hair, like to feel it between my fingers while kissing, touching, all that.

I pull the band out of the end of his braid and start combing my fingers through it, undoing it, working my way up. It takes longer than it should since he’s intent on completely mapping every inch of my chest with his lips and tongue. His teeth against my nipple cause me to pull on his hair. He bites harder, letting me pull his head back. Oh, fuck, I am so close to coming just from that.

I think he knows that, too. I can feel his hands on my waistband, but all I can do is hang on to his hair. I just can’t make myself do the same to him. He pushes my pants down and lets go of my nipple. I hear him moan and the next thing I know, he’s on his knees, kissing and sucking my balls.

I really don’t know how I keep my feet. He keeps sucking and I feel him rolling a condom down my dick. Fuck, what is he going to do next? How is it I haven’t come yet? My balls ache, my dick aches, my whole body is ready to come, and even though he’s touching me, I can’t.

Then, his mouth is around my dick. I’m pretty sure I screamed, but I really don’t know. I have never had a blow job like this before. His tongue hits everywhere all at the same time. And, he takes me in, all the way. I can feel his lips above the condom and his throat closing around the head of my dick. He swallows and I come. Hard.

The next thing I know, I’m on his lap and he’s kissing me, still hungry, wildly insane. I’m struggling to breathe, to just keep afloat. His hair is in my hands. I pull it, gently easing him back from my mouth.

“Steve,” he moans.

I lean forward to kiss him while pulling his hair back. “Tell me what we’re doing, Anthony,” I pant.

“Making love,” he pants. His hand slides down my stomach to pull the condom off my dick. “I want to feel that inside me,” he all but purrs, stroking me.

I’m amazed that I’m still hard and not recoiling from his touch from sensitivity. I just came. I should be. “Up your ass?” I ask. This part is still a little weird for me.

“Oh, yes, up my ass,” he moans, leaning forward, tilting his head to kiss my neck.

I swallow, fear and arousal still fighting. “What about the other way?” I ask, my voice tight. I figured that it would be tit for tat, or something. We both have dicks and asses.

“Not until you’re ready,” he replies, though it doesn’t really sound like his mind is on his answer.

His kisses are taking my mind off his answer too. “Okay,” I manage. I loosen my hold on his hair and he pulls me down, rolling us so we move away from the door.

He props himself up on his hands and knees over me. His hair is disheveled, some of it hanging down over his shoulders, some looking like it was still caught up in the braid.

I reach up and pull at his shirt off. He balances himself on his knees so I can get it off. His hair is a wild mess as he begins stroking my chest. Some of the absolute lust has left, replaced by tenderness in his face and eyes. His fingers trace patterns that send fires through my body, leaving me unable to move under him.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers.

I think he’s got it backwards. I’m kinda scrawny, pale, not really much to look at. Not like him. But, I can’t really argue with him. I can’t find my voice.

He places his palm on my heart. “This is…” Instead of finishing, he leans over and kisses between his fingers and then moves his hand to kiss.

As he kisses up my body, he keeps whispering words. Some of them, I catch, like ‘perfect,’ ‘beautiful,’ and ‘mine.’ Others, I completely miss. I do manage to convince my arms to wrap around him, my hands to find his hair. “I…I…love you,” I whisper, unused to the words, unsure how they’re supposed to feel coming out of my mouth. I think I might like them.

He moves to look at me. The expression on his face is somewhere between utter shock and awe. “Really?” he gasps.

I answer him the only way I can think to. I move one of my hands so it’s on his cheek. “I love you,” I whisper.

His answer is to bend down closer and kiss me oh so gently. That one kiss, so light, so teasing, is hotter than all the kisses he’s given me before. I can feel myself melting into the floor.

“Bed,” he whispers a hair’s breadth from my lips. “Let’s move to the bed. I want to make love to you.” And he kisses me again, making it even harder for me to move. “Come on,” he whispers.

I shake my head. “Can’t move,” I manage to force out.

He looks at me, his eyes trailing down my body and then back up. I can feel his cheek move under my hand. “The bed can wait,” he decides and kisses me again. This kiss is hungry, wanting to draw me into his mouth deeply. I let him have my tongue, let him pull my head up with it.

I’m not sure how he does it, but he manages to get a condom on me and lube while kissing me so hard and so deeply I’m fairly certain the top of his head was on the floor. But, he does it, and when he pulls back, he lifts my head and puts a pillow under it. I don’t know how he got it, either.

“Watch,” he murmurs. He moves so he’s squatting over my hips, my dick in his hand, his other hand behind his back. His balls are in the way so I can’t quite see his ass swallowing my dick, but I sure can feel it. I can see his dick dancing, jumping for joy as he slides down. Even his balls look like he’s happy to be there, drawing up to give me a better view.

I reach down and lift his balls. He groans, but I can almost see his ass eating my dick. And, strangely, it’s hotter than anything else I’ve seen. When his ass reaches my hips, he arches back, panting. I’m not breathing too well, either. But, it gives me a chance to survey the view, to notice more.

One thing that strikes me is he’s bare, like no hair at all down there. Makes his dick look like it goes on forever, from his balls to the tip, hidden beneath its foreskin. I move my hand to trace the arch of it, a nice length, I suppose, a little longer than my own, but thinner. And, it dances at my touch, begging for more.

I wrap my hand around his shaft and pull down slightly, enough to make his foreskin slide down and reveal the head of his dick. He’s got a nice shaped dick, I decide like I have basis for comparison. The only dick I’ve really seen is my own.

I look up at his face and he looks so hot. “I like,” I manage before his muscles tighten around my dick and steal my ability to talk. I groan, my hand tightening around his dick.

And, then he rocks his hips. I know exactly what to do with that. I thrust up into him, matching his rhythm. I keep his dick in my hand, letting him fuck my hand while he rides me. It’s the only thing I can think of to do with it. I’m sure he’ll teach me more.

I don’t have to wait long for the lesson. He wraps his hand around mine and starts pumping his dick with my hand in time to his thrusts. This makes his ass clench around my dick tighter.

“Oh, fuck, I love you,” I moan.

“I love you, Steve, I love you,” he pants while riding me like there’ll be no tomorrow.

I wouldn’t mind there not being a tomorrow as long as he’s with me today. “Anthony,” I start, the word turning into a groan as I feel his dick swelling in my hand. His grip around both my hand and my dick gets tighter, his pumping faster, his hips grinding as if he wants to reach the floor through my body.

And, when he comes, I am quite content to follow him. He calls for me, calls my name as his ass squeezes my dick, milking it, as his dick spurts come over my hand and stomach, as he throws his head back.

I thrust my hips into him a couple more times and come, groaning his name. He’s starting to collapse onto my chest as I come, but that’s perfect. He’s kissing me as the last of my orgasm passes through me, kissing me like he’d never have the chance again.

I convince my arms to move to hold him, though it takes time to convince my hand it wants to let go of his dick. Our kisses become less frantic as our bodies calm and my dick slides out of his body, too soft to stay in.

He props himself up on his elbows over me, giving him room to talk and still kiss me easily, both of which he demonstrates as he says, “When we can move again, shower and then let’s unpack your car and get you settled.” He smiles softly at me. “And, then, we can make use of the bed.”

“I like that plan,” I murmur, lifting my head to kiss him.

A/N: And thus it ends.