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nightfall obscured the
    vision of passers-by, but please Lord, let no curious cops wander by with Maglites. Because Bo would wrest the light from the cop’s hands to
    smack Lucky upside the head with, even if public sex wasn’t exactly Lucky’s idea. Well, not totally. But then again, Bo
    didn’t seem to mind. Oh, kinky… Lucky liked.
    Worries about cops or anything else soon vanished. Lucky bucked against the backseat, rutting through his pants in a desperate battle for friction. The
    pressure built. With fumbling hands, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then pulled them down enough to free himself. Crawling on top of his
    partner, no longer caring who passed by, he melded his cock with Bo’s, catching them both in a saliva-slickened fist.
    “I want you to fuck me,” Bo groaned.
    “Have to wait for later,” Lucky responded. He hadn’t planned ahead for supplies, and wasn’t going to last long at
    any rate. He increased his speed, thrusting against Bo and locking their mouths together. Their combined moans echoed in the truck’s cab. Rhythm
    faltering, Lucky chased ecstasy, hell bent and determined to take his lover with him. He pulled back, watching a range of emotion flitting across
    Bo’s features in the pale light. Bo froze beneath him, veins standing out in stark relief against the straining tendons of his neck.
    “I’m coming,” Bo cried.
    Lucky opened his mouth to speak, but unintelligible sounds emerged, his own orgasm racing through him. His grip grew slick, the scent of come filling the
    cramped space. Every muscle in his body seized, and his cock pulsed out thick droplets on Bo’s belly.
    When the torrent of his climax subsided, he collapsed onto his lover.
    “I love you,” Bo said, fingers petting the back of Lucky’s head. “And yes, I missed you.”
    In response, Lucky scattered kisses up Bo’s chest, then plundered his mouth again. They lay in the semi-dark until Lucky feared Bo might get
    cold. He began to rise when Bo asked, “Lucky?”
    “Yes?”
    “We’ve been together now for about a year.”
    Lucky curbed his usual tendency to do the math, subtracting time they’d spent apart, for he’d no idea where the conversation might be
    leading. Oh fuck. Surely the man didn’t want some kind of soppy anniversary thing, did he? “Yes?” Lucky repeated.
    “We’re both tested on a regular basis during our physicals, and we haven’t seen other people.” He framed
    Lucky’s cheeks with both hands, pulling Lucky’s head up until their eyes met. “We haven’t, have we?”
    Lucky didn’t turn away. “No.”
    “You don’t have to answer right now, but I’ve been thinking.”
    While thinking often came before good decisions, like serving Lucky turkey bacon in bed, the same thought processes sometimes heralded shit storms too.
    “And?” Lucky held his breath.
    “Personally, I think we’re to the point where we no longer need protection between us.” When Lucky didn’t answer,
    Bo added, “That is, if you’re comfortable with the idea.”
    No condoms? Sweat broke out on Lucky’s brow. He could count on one hand the times he’d barebacked, years ago in his young and foolish
    days. He’d even taken precautions with Victor, with whom he’d lived. A bevy of lovely young men had filled Victor’s bed
    whenever they were apart, but Victor also didn’t deny Lucky the right to find his own amusement while away from home.
    For better or worse, Lucky had thereafter managed to keep men at arm’s length through that infinitesimal barrier of latex. Going without now,
    with Bo, suggested permanence.
    “Just think about it, okay?” Bo asked.
    “I will.” A lot.
    “Will my being in your bed tonight help?”
    Despite the sudden shock to Lucky’s system induced by talk of commitment, he found himself smiling, though a glimpse of what might have been hurt
    flickered for a moment in Bo’s eyes. “I believe it might.”
    Those eyes turned away. “C’mon then. Let’s