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sprawled on top of Evan.
    He wrapped Cree close, daring to be familiar with the man who’d been nothing but his boss until tonight. Grab life by the horns. Grab Cree by the cock. Live for the moment.
    Evan smiled at him. “I love your eyes.”
“I love your smile. You scowl too much.”
“I’ll stop scowling,” Evan promised. “If you begin every day
    with a kiss.”
“What will you do if I begin every day with a fuck?” Cree
asked.
“Pretty much anything you want.”
“You do that now.”
“Yeah, but I’ll get to see your come face and that’ll just make
me want to keep you happy so I can jump your ass at the next
available moment,” Evan reasoned.
“Speaking of my ass.” Cree reached between them to fondle
Evan’s shaft.
Evan nipped his shoulder. “Tease.”
“You have hair,” Cree breathed.
He moved down Evan’s body, drawing first one nipple, then
the other, into his mouth. Evan bit his lip to keep from moaning.
He was almost afraid to move or make noise in case Cree stopped.
Cree had gotten off, after all. It wasn’t like he had to let Evan fuck
him. That he seemed to want it, definitely filled Evan’s cock to
capacity.
Cree kissed his way down, nuzzling Evan’s balls when he got
there.
“Cree?”
Cree dragged the flat of his tongue over Evan’s sac. “Are you one of those guys who thinks that gay sex is jacking
each other off, or taking turns cock sucking?”
Cree pushed up, his brows lifted.
“Cut it out.”
“What?” Cree asked.
“The eyebrow thing. Quit it and come back up here,” Evan told
him.
“Do I have to? I was just getting to know this gorgeous slab of
beef down here.”
Evan chuckled. “Shake hands later. Hell, give it a kiss of
brotherhood later. Right now, I want to fuck your ass before you
change your mind.”
Cree’s expression grew serious. He climbed up Evan, hovering
over him when he stopped. “I’m not going to change my mind.” Evan wrapped his legs around Cree’s hips and flipped him. It
wasn’t a sexy flip, but it got the job done. He saw the amusement
in Cree’s eyes, and dived in to kiss it away. He wanted Cree’s eyes
filled with need, not laughter. He needed to carry the look in his
memories for the day they walked away from each other. “Ready?” Evan asked.
Nudging Cree’s legs apart, Evan knelt between his thighs. He
groped for the lube and readied the condom, which he put
unwrapped on Cree’s belly. Then, still distracting him with kisses,
Evan stroked his fingertips over Cree’s ass.
By the time Cree was ready, his hips were pushing into Evan’s
probing fingers. Evan pressed the condom covered tip of his cock
to Cree’s ass. Cree bore down on him, and Evan sucked in sharply
as furnace heat enveloped his head.
Cree didn’t seem to want to slow down, so watching his face
closely, Evan flexed his hips, sliding his cock home. Cree lifted a
leg, and Evan hooked it over his shoulder. He did the same with
the other leg, shuddering as his balls pressed exposed ass. “You feel so good,” Cree said on a moan.
His black glam eyeliner had smudged, but it only served to
make his sexy eyes smokier. And for some reason the smudging
also made Evan feel like he’d undone Cree. That he’d broken the
Hollywood image and seen the real man as who he was beneath the
perfect look. God, it was hot.
“I think you stole my line,” Evan protested.
Cree laughed breathlessly.
Evan moved in him. It was just as silky smooth as the rest of
Cree’s body. He glided into Cree, felt every involuntary squeeze of
his tight ring on Evan’s cock. Cree remembered Evan’s request to
look at him, and their eyes locked, inches away between kisses. When Evan ground deep, he angled himself to hit Cree’s
prostate. He was already hard again and Evan looked down
between them to see the way the other man’s thickened cock
vibrated on each thrust.
“Are you close?” Evan asked him.
“Yeah.”
“Jack off for me.”
Cree took himself in his hand and worked his cock.