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then?"
    "My thoughts exactly."
    Leo poked his head into the sun room. "The crepes are ready--come choose your fillings."
    "Coming," said Dune and looked at Ben. "You're not mad at him for trying to fix us up, I hope."
    "Oh, no," Ben said. "I'll never say no to a free lunch."
    ***
    Jamie woke up to the steady stroke of fingers against his lower belly and a cock hardening against his ass. He smiled without opening his eyes and nestled back, reaching under the sheets to pull Micah's hand lower. A warm tongue traced his ear, and he nuzzled his head happily into the touch as Micah's hand gently squeezed and rubbed his cock. He started rocking and clutching at the wrist, at the hip behind him, digging his fingers into taut buttocks.
    He turned onto his back and pulled Micah on top of him, kissing him roughly. "You taste good," Micah whispered, wrapping his arms around Jamie's neck.
    "I've been marinating." He grinned and nipped Micah's chin.
    "You're such a dope."
    "I know." He kissed Micah again, not at all surprised when Micah gave him a wicked look and slid down his body. He started kissing Jamie’s chest--the boy's mouth was hot, his tongue supple, and when he held down Jamie's arms and suckled his nipples Jamie wanted to laugh out loud with sheer pleasure.
    He moaned it instead, Micah's name on his lips, and smiled at him with half-closed eyes when Micah pushed his arms over his head. His fingers curled over the top of the headboard as Micah's mouth moved lower, sucking up skin between his teeth, polishing a hipbone with his palm. He paused at Jamie's cock and whispered, "Show me how," and gave it a long, wet lick.
    Jamie took Micah's hand and folded down his fingers, taking Micah's longest finger into his mouth. He sucked it slowly, caressing the tip of his finger with his tongue, and then sucked hard and deep until Micah gasped. His teeth sank into his lips a moment--he pulled his finger from Jamie's mouth and kissed him, hard. He rolled Jamie onto his stomach and licked down his spine. His hand flailed for a condom and he swore when the foil wouldn't tear.
    "Just lube me," Jamie muttered, "don't worry about that."
    His back arched and his fingers clenched into the sheets, all thought fleeing him at Micah's cool damp fingers, at the first push of Micah's cock. The boy was clumsy in his eagerness, finally letting more than whimpers escape him. Jamie moved with him as best he could, arching his back and pushing his hips, eyes squeezed shut.
    Micah's fingers twisted into Jamie's hair, and he turned his face up to lick his cheek. His hand slid down Jamie's body to wrap around his cock--he worked it hard and fast, slicking his hand with Jamie's precome. His orgasm surprised Jamie--it was much sooner and much harder than he expected, and he lay beneath Micah, dazed, as Micah's thrusts became faster and more erratic. Micah held him by the hips and chanted, "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie," until he shouted and collapsed onto him.
    He lay on top of Jamie for several minutes, panting, then muttered, "Sorry," and pulled away. "I should have asked, shouldn't I?"
    Jamie shook his head and peered at Micah from under his hair. "It's okay. I like it."
    "Okay, then," said Micah, relieved, and smacked a kiss on Jamie's mouth. "I'll help you wash your sheets." He rested against Jamie's side, arm across his chest and head on his shoulder.
    Jamie stroked his sweaty hair back from his face. "Feeling okay?"
    "Yeah. Sore, like you said. But good." He raised himself up and kissed Jamie briefly.
    "It'll get easier." He traced Micah's nose. "You keep doing it, it'll get easier."
    Micah was quiet a moment. "Jamie? Are we going to keep doing it?"
    "As often as possible, I hope," Jamie said, quiet too.
    "Because you like me."
    "Because I like you." He smiled and closed his eyes.
    "Are there a lot of people you like?"
    Jamie raised his eyebrows and looked at him. "Not as many as I think you're thinking. Who has that kind of time?"
    "Like Dune?"
    "Upon occasion,