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them. They weren't in a relationship. That kind of thing was impossible. He saw the men around him married, with kids, some happy, some not. But they had the option at least. Did they ever think of how lucky they were? Of course not. To them, it was the only way. Anything else was unthinkable. Damned by God and good men of God.
    Kevin was at the long brass and mahogany bar. He slid onto a stool behind him. The bartender brought his beer and he turned to face Kevin. He studied his lover's face. There was no sign of the trauma, but enough time had passed to heal all but the worst bruises.
    Nodding at him, Kevin took a swallow of his gimlet. "Ben," he murmured without inflection. "Thanks for that."
    "For what?" Ben knew, and he really wished Kevin hadn't brought it up. It stood, like a dark, malevolent shadow, between them.
    "For keeping me out of it. I can't imagine what would have happened if I'd gone to jail." He gulped and threw the rest of his drink back. The bartender silently replaced it. "So thank you. I hope you didn't get into any trouble."
    "No, no trouble." He didn't mention going out and getting drunk with the thugs who had beaten the other club patrons to bloody pulps. He didn't want to replay that for either of them. "I just wish I could have prevented it."
    "We both know that's never going to happen." Kevin reached over and stroked Ben's arm. Ben hadn't worn his uniform this time. He wanted no reminders for him or the others of who he was. "I'm glad you came back. I was afraid you wouldn't."
    Ben grabbed the back of Kevin's head, fingers twining through his thick hair. He pulled the older man toward him. His mouth was open when he closed over Kevin's. Their tongues thrust and probed and Ben reveled in the taste. He was stone hard by the time they broke apart, gasping for breath. Ben separated only long enough to see Kevin's glazed eyes and open mouth before they slammed together again. Tongues and teeth and moans commingling while their lust soared.
    "Do you think I could stay away? From you? From this." He groped Kevin's erection and groaned. "I need you. I can't stop what I feel. Not for anyone."
    They rushed through the streets, heads down, their eagerness electric. Inside Kevin's they barely had the door locked before they were groping each other, shedding clothes as they did. Kevin dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around Ben's cock. Ben jerked and moaned, driving his dick down his lover's throat. "God, yes. Just like that. Fuck... oh fuck... "
    Kevin sucked and pulled, wrapped his fingers around soft, wrinkled balls, tugging at them. When he inserted one finger up the other man's ass, Ben writhed and shoved his dick farther into his mouth. Abruptly Kevin pulled away. He stood. His hand stayed on Ben's cock, caressing it lightly.
    "I want you to fuck me."
    Ben half led, half pushed him into the bedroom. There he tossed him on the bed, scooped up the Vaseline and fell on top of him. He pinned Kevin to the quilt and, with rough strokes, slathered his prick with the greasy substance and thrust into Kevin, who roared and thrust back. Ben was savage. He bit the other man's throat and held his arms over his head while he pumped his hips with quick, angry jerks that drove him in deeper each time. He couldn't catch his breath. Raging storms don't last and neither did this one. With a final, gut wrenching groan, he emptied himself, fisting Kevin into orgasm seconds later.
    They collapsed together on the rumpled bed, ignoring the sticky semen gluing their bellies and thighs together. Ben trailed his mouth over Kevin's flushed face and down his throat. His heart slowly settled into a regular rhythm.
    Kevin stroked his bare back, slick with sweat. He smiled against Ben's cheek before trailing his fingers across it, touching his swollen lips.
    "Can you stay awhile? I can cook us something to eat."
    Ben rolled over on his side, taking Kevin with him. He draped one leg over the other man's, holding him still. "I