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just resting, letting Greg feel him. His fingers curled
around Greg's cock, thumb sliding across the slick tip.
Greg's body slowly arched, stretched for him. Groaning,
he rubbed his thumb over the tip again, then again.
"Oh, fuck." Greg's thighs started to shake.
"No, not today. We will, though. I'll take you so
slowly, you'll think you'll die before we're done."
Greg's answer was a needy sob, and Ap wanted to
crow. He'd found a crack in that quiet armor.
He took another kiss, one hand still holding Greg's
prick, the other one finding one sweet nipple and
slipping across it. Greg's cock bobbed, leaking steadily
for him now. He rubbed his finger back and forth across
Greg's nipple, pressing with a little more pressure as it
drew up for him.
Greg's hips began to jerk, to rock up, to fuck his
hand. He rubbed their noses, and then slid his lips along
Greg's jaw. Soft little cries filled the air, Greg needing
him. He spurred Greg on, hand going all the way down
and then coming all the way back up, nearly losing hold
of the thick cock.
"I. I'm. I'm close." Oh, good boy for telling him. He'd
bet Greg didn't even realize what he'd done there.
"You're allowed to come, Greg."
Greg whimpered, twisting under him. He bit Greg's
neck lightly, teeth just barely scraping along the warm
skin. Heat sprayed up between them, the scent sharp,
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new to him. Groaning, he kept stroking slowly,
spreading Greg's come over his skin.
Greg sobbed softly, gulping in shaky breaths.
"I have you, boy." He wouldn't abandon Greg. Not
now, not later. Too many people already had.
"I... I need to-"
No. No, Greg needed to stay, stay and breathe.
"Just stay, boy." He brought his hand up. "You can
clean my hand."
Greg moaned, lips opening for him. He nodded,
watching as Greg's tongue slipped from his mouth. It
took long minutes, but Greg cleaned his hand. Then Ap
pulled the man in close again, hand now stroking Greg's
warm skin.
"I... Do you want me to..."
"Nope. Not this time. This one was just for you."
"I. Thank you. It was... Thank you."
"You're welcome, boy." He kissed the top of Greg's
head. He kept Greg close. Cradling the warm body. It
was a good way to spend the day.
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Chapter Six
Greg was going out of his mind. Ap was always
touching him, always there, always looking at him. He
dreamed about the man; he thought about Ap all the
damned time. He stormed outside and grabbed the axe,
intending to work himself into a stupor.
"What are you doing, boy?"
"Chopping wood." Trying to get you out of my head.
"Let me see your hands."
His blisters were scabbed sores now. That was good
enough, right? He held his hands up.
Ap shook his head. "Nope. One more day. Come
back inside."
"But." He needed to do something. He needed to stop
thinking about Ap. About things.
One of Ap's eyebrows went up.
"Okay." He headed back in, nails digging into his
palm.
"Okay?" Ap growled, following him in. "I don't want
to hear that anymore. I thought I was clear on that
point."
"Sorry. Yes, sir." The man was insane. He didn't
mean anything by it.
"Bend over."
"What?" Just insane.
"Over the chair. Now. And don't you dare say 'okay.'"
Greg rolled his eyes, but did it. Ap spanked him, just
a single swat. It wasn't even that hard.
"Better."
Then the man helped him upright and Ap's arm went
around his shoulders, tugging him close as they went to
the big living room. God, Ap smelled good. Greg dug
his nails deeper into his palms.
"What are you doing?" Ap's free hand landed on his
arm and slid down it.
He didn't have an answer, so he didn't give one.
Ap kept following his arm down to his hand,
uncurled his fingers from his palm. "Stop that. I've told
you not to hurt yourself. "
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"Sometimes I need to. I have to stop thinking
about..." You. "...things."
"Why?" Ap sat on the big couch and brought him
down against the broad chest.
"Why what?" He wanted to rub and touch. It was
crazy. He'd never wanted to touch anyone this much.
Never.
"Why do you have to stop thinking about things?
What things? Let me in."
"You. You're always everywhere. I dream about you.
I..." He stood up, hands in his hair. God, had he actually
said that out loud?
"What's wrong with that?" Ap reached up and took
hold of his waist.
"This is crazy. I have to stop it." His belly jerked,
jumped. There wasn't anything else but Ap, everywhere,
all the time.
"You need to let the past go. It was killing you."
"I. I need to." He hadn't thought about Tim in days,
hadn't dreamed about Tim. He hadn't heard Tim's voice
since leaving California.
"That's right. You need to let go." Ap tugged him
down so he was straddling the man's thighs.
He was spread this way, naked. Balls and cock right
in the way. One of Ap's arms looped around his waist,
fingers sliding in small circles around his lower back.
His eyes tried to close, to cross.
"Another hot spot. I'm going to discover them all."
"You see too much already." Again the words were
out before he could think them through, make sure they
wouldn't give anything away.
"You'll trust me with all of yourself one day." Ap
leaned in, pressing a kiss to the right side of his mouth.
His lips opened, the act almost familiar. Ap's tongue
slid across his lips, dipped briefly inside his mouth.
Greg thought if he had to sit and submit to more hours
of those gentle kisses without moving, he'd scream. Or
come.
It looked like he was going to have to submit to it,
though, because Ap just kept kissing, slowly, softly,
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gently. He began to shake, his body fighting it, needing
to burst out.
"Tell me what you need." Ap nuzzled his neck. "Tell
me what you want."
"I need to move." His chin lifted, his balls beginning
to ache.
"No, you want to move. You don't need to." Why did
Ap sound so sure when Greg himself wasn't?
"You don't know. I might need to."
Ap chuckled, shook his head. "No, I'm sure you
don't."
"You don't know that. I want to just run." Not run
away, just run until he was empty. It was so much easier
when he was empty.
"You want to tire your body out so you don't have to
think."
"Yes."
Sometimes he thought it was creepy, how Ap saw
him.
"I'm not going to let you run away, though. Not from
me and not from yourself."
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