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this.  The noises outside  that seemed so persistent only
moments ago ceased to exist and the world contracted to the heat of Jamie’s
body pressed against his own, to the overwhelming desperation of the kiss that
didn’t end but instead gentled into softer, deeper kisses that blended into
each other, all innocent hunger and honest desire.  Shea’s hands moved up to
tangle in Jamie’s dark hair as their tongues touched, teasing and slow, as
their unsuccessful attempts to part went astray every time Jamie nipped at his
lower lip and every time Shea leaned up to draw him back down again.
    “You’re not as shy as I
thought,” Jamie whispered approvingly against his lips.  The taller man’s
confidence was both alluring and disconcerting; he leaned in for another
lingering kiss as his cool hand slipped under Shea’s shirt and stroked the bare
skin of his back.  “Does it feel good?”
    Shea tried to
respond—to say something, anything in the affirmative .  But every
time his lips parted on a “yes” or “please, more” Jamie silenced him with
another kiss as his seeking hand trailed lightly, idly over the flat planes of
Shea’s back and then around to his chest.    The faint smile on Jamie’s
lips and the predatory desire in those darkened gray eyes told him the touches
were anything but accidental or unplanned, and though Shea fought against the
moans that threatened to spill out he couldn’t hide his body’s response. 
Desperately he broke away from the kiss and turned his head to the side as he
squeezed his eyes shut, afraid his desperate desire showed too plainly on his
face.
    Gently Jamie turned his
head back.  “If you like it,” he murmured, “don’t hide it.”  Teasingly he
grazed Shea’s nipple with his fingers, waited for the hitch in Shea’s breath and
the widening of his eyes before he teased the pink bud between forefinger and
thumb.  Shea couldn’t flee from the relentless hunger in that gray gaze.  “How
does it feel?”
    “Good,” Shea managed
helplessly.
    Jamie responded with a
teasing smile as he pushed the smaller man’s shirt up to expose his bare
chest.  “You’re sensitive,” he remarked, appreciative, and lowered his mouth to
where his fingers had been. The floor was hard under Shea’s head, but he barely
noticed it as he reflexively arched his chest to meet Jamie’s mouth and
tightened his hands in the other man’s mass of dark hair.   His cock, trapped
in his jeans, ached and throbbed at this new wet heat as Jamie sucked one
nipple and then the other, teased hardened pink buds with tongue and fingers.
    Overwhelmed by
sensation and still desperate for more, Shea simply moaned, unable to put words
to the need that surged through him at the glide of that wicked tongue across
his skin, the work of that skilled mouth.   “Please,” Shea he managed raggedly,
and arched his hips up in a blind effort to find the friction that would
relieve the ache between his legs.  “ Please , Jamie.”
    He wasn’t entirely sure
what he was asking for.  But Jamie leaned back in response and studied him with
heavy-lidded eyes.  To Shea’s surprise, the other man looked as disheveled as
he felt, his dark hair tousled from Shea’s seeking fingers and his breath quick
and uneven.  But a smile still curved Jamie’s lips as his eyes roved over
Shea’s naked chest to nipples peaked and wet from his ministrations, then down
to the hardness evident even through his jeans.  Soothingly, Jamie stroked
Shea’s heated cheek with the back of his hand, a surprisingly tender gesture
belied by the feral hunger in his eyes.  “‘Please?’” he repeated softly.  “What
is it that you want, hm?”
    You ,
Shea thought immediately.  To be with you.  But he felt certain that Jamie
would scoff at such a sentiment. The words caught in his throat.  Another
time, he promised himself, without wondering why or how he expected to see Jamie
again after tonight.  Another time. Snared