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he wanted it.
    His hands stroked up to trace the tense lines of Evan's shoulders and jawline. Slowly, his lover's body started to loosen and sway back toward him. Matt took advantage of the momentary loss of control and guided Evan against him; their height difference was mere inches, and somehow that translated into the perfect fit of Matt's hard-on against Evan's back.
    He soaked up Evan's gentle sighs. He wound his hands down the front of Evan's shirt and fisted the material to bring it up just enough to brush against the warm flesh above his waistband.
    Slow seduction.
    Matt's mouth against the back of Evan's neck, the way their bodies fit together. The rhythmic shift of their bodies, the give-and-take. Their position—Matt cradling Evan's back against his front—was the start of oh-so-many of his fantasies for the past few months. All of them ended the same way, and he'd be a lying jerk if he pretended that this weekend wasn't the perfect time to bring his fantasies full circle.
    “Did we lock the truck?”
    “Hmmm? Shut up, stop thinking,” Matt groused, sucking hard enough at the spot of flesh behind his boyfriend's ear to stop conversation entirely. If Evan could form full sentences, he was doing something very wrong.
    “God.” Evan tried to turn around, but Matt tightened his grip, slid one hand under his shirt to keep their bodies pressed together. The slight struggle of his boyfriend kicked off something in Matt's brain that seemed to bloom directly from his lizard brain. Slow, slow, slow, he kept thinking, even as he rocked his aching hard-on against Evan's ass.
    “Let me.” Two words applied directly to Evan's ear, complete with an exploratory tongue. The resulting hip-bucking response told Matt to stay the course.
    “W-what?” Maybe Evan was asking for specifics, and Matt didn't want to disappoint.
    “No one here,” he murmured, rocking his hips—and Evan's body—as he whispered. “No one outside that door, no one demanding our attention.” His hand rubbed circles over Evan's trim stomach, teasing the warm skin under his waistband.
    “Ohhh.” Evan's shaky exhale was ridiculously hot. Matt skipped slow for a moment, trailing his fingers down to tug at the zipper of his lover's shorts. Evan flailed for a second, but Matt didn't stop. He didn't stop until he flicked the buttons open and lowered the zipper all the way, the fabric gapping to give him plenty of freedom to move.
    “Come on, let's get naked.” Matt laughed quietly. He moved to pull Evan's T-shirt off.
    “We should—” Evan started, but Matt cut him off.
    “We should get naked and christen the bed,” Matt said. He let Evan turn to face him, completely in love with the shocked expression of want and lust on his face. “I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered as he leaned in for a kiss.
    Evan moaned an answer into his mouth, one he didn't need articulated words to decipher. He tangled his heads into Matt's hair, pulling their bodies together frantically. Matt sucked on his boyfriend's tongue in enthusiastic response.
    The kiss lasted until Matt's constricted dick insisted on getting involved; he pulled back slightly.
    “Unzip me,” he muttered urgently, half-lidded eyes on Evan's damp mouth.
    Evan's hands didn't hesitate, divesting from Matt's hair to attack his fly before the last syllable was out of his mouth.
    “Yeah, baby,” he said as his shorts were roughly opened and pushed down. The tearing off of clothes happened quickly, separately and together, things flying around the room. Matt felt like he was propelled to their first few times together—frantic and confused and yearning.
    But now they each knew what the other liked. Matt knew Evan's insatiable love of blowjobs—giving, receiving, it didn't matter. Evan knew Matt liked rubbing against him until they both came—knew he liked rubbing against Evan's ass while talking ridiculous filth into his ear…that was when it was dark and they were both horny and maybe