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upstairs….”
    “So, do I get to fuck you now?” Miles asked, half joking and half serious. Gil’s butt had attracted him from the start. He found it hard to believe the opportunity to possess it had presented itself.
    “You want to? I must admit I had you pinned as a top, a bossy bottom at the very least.”
    “Takes one to know one,” Miles muttered with a grin, meekly following Gil out of the living room, their hands still joined. He dug in his heels at the doorway of his room. Gil turned towards him with an enquiring look in his eyes. “Damn, I don’t have any condoms,” Miles sheepishly admitted.
    “Good job one of us was a boy scout then?” Gil replied gently and tugged him down the corridor into his own room where he knelt on the bed, deliberately displaying his ass, and rummaged in the night stand drawer. He tossed a foil packet and a small tube over and rolled onto his back in invitation. “You are still wearing too many clothes,” he observed.
    Miles ignored the comment and reached for one of Gil’s shod feet, deftly undoing the laces. His groin was rock hard, but he was determined to take this slower, even if it killed him. He tossed the first shoe over his shoulder and peeled off Gil’s sock, watching Gil’s face as he stroked the bare foot underneath a few times. Gil snatched his foot away. Ticklish, huh? He’d have to remember that. Miles repeated the action with the other shoe and then worked his hands up the sides of Gil’s legs, enjoying the feel of firm hard muscle underneath his hands. A pang of guilt hit him briefly as he remembered how thin and frail Darren had got before he died. He shook his head, willing those thoughts away. Reaching the open waistband he peeled the trousers and boxers down in one smooth motion and threw them on the floor. Now Gil lay totally naked on the bed.
    The perfection of his body made the breath catch in Miles’ throat. So young, so healthy. Already Gil’s cock was stirring again, thickening as he stared at it. In some ways he just wanted to devour it again, but he forced himself to stand straight. He didn’t take his eyes off Gil as he slowly removed his own clothes. His excess weight and pale skin was such a stark contrast, it almost felt sacrilegious to put them side by side, but he needed to feel skin on skin, to be really close.
    Gil watched Miles get undressed, watched as he revealed himself, bit by bit, almost reluctant in some way. Gil had seen the fleeting look of pain cross his face, gone as swiftly as it had appeared, but noted never-the-less. He felt it was to be expected and understood. He didn’t expect the man to forget Darren, just hoped he didn’t see him when he looked at Gil. He knew the two of them didn’t look alike, which was a plus, but Gil had to admit he had no idea how Miles’ mind was working at the moment.
    Miles slid upwards so he was above Gil, knees between his outstretched legs, resting on elbows planted on the bed, his body held just inches away. The compassion in the young man’s eyes churned in his gut. He didn’t want pity. Didn’t want Gil feeling he was doing this as a favor, a pity fuck. He wanted him to enjoy it. He closed his eyes and kissed Gil as tenderly as he had been kissed just moments before. The young man gave of himself all the time, caring for the people he collected in his ambulance, always wanting to do the best job he could for them. Even though his desire to follow rules riled Miles like crazy sometimes, he could still appreciate why he did it. He pressed his lips against Gil’s again, revelling in their softness then started to work his way down.
    Gil employed his hands on Miles’ skin, running his fingers across his ribs and over his shoulders, mapping bones and muscle beneath his fingertips. He ran them up through Miles’ hair, back down to pinch and roll each nipple. He had to admit it was good to be on a bed, at least his legs couldn’t collapse beneath him this time. Miles’ lips on