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.“What do you think?”“It’s what I want.It’s just…” He couldn’t do it; he couldn’t make himself ask the question.Neal spun and grabbed Sasha’s shoulders.He slid a warm hand into Sasha’s hair to cup his head.“I suck at this crap, Doc.I let someone walk out when I should have stopped him.I couldn’t say the right…” Sasha watched as Neal closed his eyes and took a deep breath.When they opened again moisture shone.“Say what was in my heart.” He shook Sasha gently.“I still can’t dammit.” Neal took a deep breath.“I love you.”“I…”“Please.” Neal shook him.“Please don’t go.”A rushing filled his ears.He couldn’t be dreaming, not in this shitbox of an apartment, but he couldn’t have heard right.“What?”Neal smirked slightly, an arrogant tilt to his chin that the flinching in his eyes belied.“I said, I don’t want you to go.”“I never dreamed I’d hear you say that.I fell so hard for you that first day that I thought I would never see daylight.”Neal blinked.“Poetic.” He cocked his head.“You sure you’re not a chick?”“Fuck me and find out,” Sasha shot back.Neal cupped Sasha’s chin and kissed him, his tongue gentle but possessive.Neal’s hands stroked Sasha’s hair and back, then slid under his shirt to pull it off over his head.Neal didn’t pull the arms free, but left the shirt hanging from Sasha’s wrists behind him like a restraint.But Sasha wasn’t about to let Neal take away the use of his hands.Not this time.He pulled his arms free and cupped the big man’s face.Holding the strong chin stationary, he licked along Neal’s jaw to his throat.He pushed against Neal and backed him out of the kitchen and across the short distance to his bed.Shoving at the right moment, Neal toppled backward onto the mattress.Sasha crawled over Neal’s legs and unzipped his fly with gentle fingers.He slipped the belt free and tossed it onto the floor, the buckle making a loud knock as it landed on the wood.Pulling the soft blue cotton shirt free, Sasha undid Neal’s buttons one by one.He pulled both halves of the shirt open to bare Neal’s stomach to the room.He used his thumbs to knead along the big planes of Neal’s stomach.The massage oil sat on the far side of the bed, causing him to stretch over the big man’s body to get it.He squirted it without warning directly on Neal’s stomach and the muscles jumped, contracting sharply to reveal the six-pack.“Paybacks are Hell,” Neal murmured, eyes twinkling.Sasha leaned close enough that Neal’s eyes dilated as he watched.“That’s if I don’t fuck you blind first.” He licked Neal’s chin and then went back to massaging his abdomen.Neal wanted to move, Sasha could tell by the aborted movement of his hips.He stretched into the massage, distracted, but clearly loving it.“Jesus, Doc.You missed your calling.”Sasha smiled, pleased.“It’s how I paid my way through college, remember? I’m a licensed massage therapist in Wisconsin and Illinois, except Chicago requires its own license and I can’t afford it yet.”He rubbed up along the chest and dug into the tense muscles along the tops of the shoulders, then pulled on Neal to get him to roll over.He pulled Neal’s shirt free and then yanked at the boots.They came free after some struggle and he pulled the socks off, then his pants.“Going commando again?” Sasha noted.“Of course.”“I’m surprised you don’t stain your pants.”“I have better control than you do.”Sasha stretched out along his back and put his mouth against Neal’s ear.“Not today, you don’t.”Neal chuckled, the deep growly sound that Sasha loved.He picked up the massage oil and grabbed the lube with his other hand, setting it next to his leg.Pouring oil along Neal’s spine and across his ass, Sasha then spent nearly fifteen minutes working at the muscles of his back.Neal mushed up a pillow and relaxed into it with a deep sigh, surrendering.The oil heated as he worked it, the familiar warmth radiating into his hands as the magic started.Sasha let it come this time, didn’t try to hide it like he might with a client.He intended to use every trick he had to show Neal his feelings.Scooting down, he used his elbow to grind into the tense muscles of the glutes.“Gods, your ass muscles are tight.”Neal chuckled.“Yeah, well.I’m a tight-assed top, what can I say?”Not tonight… Sasha smirked.He let his slick fingers trail into the valley between Neal’s ass cheeks and the big man groaned, long and low.He scooted his leg to the side, giving Sasha more room to reach him.Sasha bent forward and rubbed his cheek along Neal’s ass and licked along the skin.Neal tasted good, like the fruity massage oil but also clean, like he’d just showered.Sucking lower, he reached the smooth, hairless sack.He sucked one of the testicles into his mouth gently and Neal whimpered, thrusting gently against the mattress.Sasha lifted the leg next to his face and rolled Neal onto his back.Before Neal could speak, he sucked the other testicle into his mouth.Neal’s hands spasmed in his hair, stroking it with trembling fingers.Sasha reached around without letting go of the skin in his mouth and caught the bottle of lube.He squeezed some of the viscous stuff onto his fingers and slipped his index finger below his lips, along Neal’s crack.Neal’s head fell back and he moaned again.“It’s been a long time…” he whispered.“I’ll be gentle,” Sasha promised, kissing his ball sack gently.“You sure you want this?”“Fuck yeah.”Neal started to say something else but Sasha eased a gentle finger into the taut anus.Neal grunted and pressed down on his hand, while Sasha massaged his opening with firm fingers.He managed to squeeze more lube one-handed onto his free fingers and then pressed Neal’s legs up to tent on either side of Sasha’s body.He stroked the muscles around Neal’s opening with long movements and then dug the heel of his palm into the perineum.Neal cried out, grinding himself against Sasha.Neal started to speak and Sasha slid two fingers into him on a gentle glide.Neal’s eyes closed with pleasure and his pulse pounded against the skin of his neck.Sasha unrolled a condom and slipped it on, shivering at the chill of the material.After slicking himself with lube, he slid both hands under Neal’s knees and lifted, then pressed himself against the waiting opening.Neal arched his back, a cry somewhere between a shout and a moan coming out of him.Moving gently, Sasha slipped in and out without thrusting, giving Neal time to adjust to him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]