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by that gray gaze and the
passionate hands still stroking his chest,he sought for better words
that would express this wild and sudden need and eventually settled on simple
honesty. “To feel good,” he replied, embarrassed by the rasp of desire in his
voice, and then amended, “with you.”
    The right answer.  Jamie’s
teasing smile softened into something more genuine and he tilted his head as he
trailed lazy fingers down Shea’s chest to the waistband of his jeans.  “How
could I refuse a request like that?” he asked, bemused, and followed the path
of his fingers with wet, hot kisses and the slick slide of his tongue.  Deftly,
even as he took Shea’s nipple between his teeth and tugged, he worked open the
button of Shea’s jeans and unzipped them, then unceremoniously tugged them down
and off along with Shea’s underwear. 
    Shea flushed deeply at
the stir of cool air against his skin and tried to ignore the swollen heaviness
of his own arousal hot against his stomach as Jamie regarded him with
appreciative gray eyes.  He’d never felt so exposed in his life, not even with
other lovers.  But the cool blue illumination from the laptop and the
unfamiliar shape of this room made this feel like another world, an altered one
in a time and space separate from normal reality—and in spite of that, or maybe
because of it, Shea felt a strange freedom in disregarding his own restraint
and breaking the rules he normally set for himself.  So rather than avert his
eyes or close his legs he simply surrendered as Jamie leaned over him, as the
taller man’s knowing hand stroked his abdomen, slipped teasingly down to his
thighs and then wrapped gracefully around his cock.  “So pretty,” Jamie sighed
against his ear, and nipped affectionately at the lobe.
    Each slow, lazy stroke
provoked an aching shock of pleasure and desire that made Shea’s hips arch slowly,
reflexively, into the tight, pleasurable grip. And even this might not have
been so different from any other act of intimacy but for Jamie’s presence,
which somehow transformed the simple touch into something more electric and
intimate than Shea had ever experienced.  Jamie seemed to enjoy Shea’s pleasure
more than his own, and studied every shift in Shea’s expression with intense,
inquisitive hunger, worrying his lip as he watched.  To Shea’s surprise, he
found pleasure in Jamie’s evident pleasure, in being watched in such a
way, and they might have continued on in that delicious feedback loop
indefinitely if Shea hadn’t noticed Jamie shift slightly, a casual gesture to
accommodate arousal, and if Shea hadn’t suddenly and sharply wanted more .
    “Hey,” he whispered,
and his own voice sounded foreign and breathy in the dark as he stayed Jamie’s
hand.  “Stop—just for a minute.”
    Expression guarded and
wary, Jamie obeyed instantly and removed his hand.  “Change your mind?” he
asked with a forced lightness that, to Shea, sounded like an attempt to cover
hurt.
    “No,” Shea murmured
hastily to reassure him—Jamie changed moods so fast it unnerved him, and he
didn’t want to lose the precious moment—and reached out instead, awkwardly
tugging Jamie’s shirt up to his shoulders.  “No, I just want—” Jamie lifted his
arms obligingly, amused now, and with a huff of effort Shea managed to draw the
shirt over his companion’s head and shoulders. He wanted these moments to
linger as long as possible.  “I want—to feel you, too—”
    Jamie laughed. “So
honest,” he remarked, and ran the back of his hand over Shea’s cheek again,
that indulgent caress that seemed to mean you’re so odd and I like
you all at once.  “Well, I won’t say no, if you’re up for it.”  And he
unbuttoned his jeans before Shea’s fumbling fingers could finish the work,
shrugging them off with a lithe twist of his hips and kicking them off with his
feet.
    Shea reddened.  “You’re
not wearing any underwear,” he remarked absurdly,