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Jack nuzzled Ethan’s face, his breath still too fast. He didn’t say anything, just stared into Ethan’s eyes.

Ethan tangled their lips together, murmuring, “I love you.”

Hours later, the bed was still a sticky, wet mess, but they had curled on the edge in the only dry patch of sheets. They lay together, foreheads touching and arms wrapped around each other, legs twined, lazy kisses pressed against lips and warm skin until they finally drifted off.

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Jack woke before Ethan.

Darkness hovered outside the windows. The sun hadn’t risen yet.

They could push the day off some more, push back the world and stay wrapped up together. It was a not-so-secret dream of his; some days, he wanted to run from the White House, take Ethan by the hand and just run for the hills.

Shifting, his breath caught as he rolled his hips. They’ddoneit.He’ddone it. He’d made love to Ethan, taken his lover inside his body. Crossed the final border, an invisible line he’d been chipping away at since he first kissed Ethan on Air Force One. He rolled his hips again. There was an emptiness deep inside, a place within him where Ethan now lived.

In the grand scheme of things, it shouldn’t mean much. The night before was just another moment in their love life, another expression of their love. The whole world thought Jack had been taking it from Ethan since the beginning, and he’d never corrected anyone’s assumptions. Now that he had taken Ethan inside of him, Jack had a new realization about just what that really meant. What it was to have the man you loved so deep within you that a part of him touched your soul.

He wanted more.

Carefully, Jack reached for their bottle of lube discarded in the loose sheets on the destroyed half of the bed. They were almost out. God, Ethan had used so much. His ass still felt wet, something slipping from within him. It was strange, and he clenched against the new feeling, reaching back. His cheeks burned a moment later. It was Ethan’s come. Lube, yes, but also Ethan’s come.

He poured fresh lube on his fingers and reached back again, circling his rim. He was still wet and sticky, but he pushed two fingers inside, biting back a groan. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, fingering himself after making love to Ethan. His body seemed both foreign to him, remade in some fundamental way, and yet absolutely perfect at the same time. As though it was always meant to be like this. He was always meant to love Ethan, in this and every way.

He crawled over Ethan.

The rest of the lube went into his palm. He slicked up Ethan’s rising cock, stiffening in his sleep.

Ethan’s eyes fluttered, his head thrown back as he gripped the sheets. “Jack,” he breathed, even before his eyes opened. Jack’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, love,” Jack whispered. His gaze wandered over Ethan’s naked body, one hand rubbing up and down Ethan’s thigh.

“You okay?” Valiantly, Ethan tried to focus through Jack’s handjob. “How are you? After…?”

“Perfect.” He straddled Ethan’s hips in one move, rubbing Ethan’s cock over his slick, loose entrance. “I actually want to do it again.”

Ethan’s hands flew to his thighs, short fingernails biting into his skin as he hissed. “Jack. Maybe you should wait—” His words died as Jack sank down on him, faster than the night before. There was burning, and stretching, but that need within him was instantly filled, warm and wonderful. He began to move, rising and falling as Ethan breathed fast and stared at Jack with wide eyes.

“You feel so good inside me,” Jack whispered, smiling. “I should have known. Everything about you—Oh.” His head tipped back as he rocked, and he scraped his fingers down Ethan’s chest, through his dark fur. “Everything about you, about us, has been so perfect. Why would this be any different?”

“Jack…” Ethan’s jaw clenched, and his hands rose to Jack’s hips, fingertips pressing into his skin hard enough to leave bruises.

The thought sent a hot spike down Jack’s spine. He’d wear Ethan’s handprints on his hips. He’d wear them with pride.

He sped up as Ethan grunted, his eyes squeezing closed until his legs trembled and sweat dripped down his chest. Faltering, he fell forward, collapsing on Ethan and pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips.

Ethan took over, planting his feet flat on the bed as he bent his knees and caressed Jack’s face. He moved in Jack slowly, deep strokes almost all the way in and out. Jack felt every inch of him, a rake of searing pleasure that had him howling. His fingers dug into Ethan’s shoulders, his teeth bit down on the sweaty skin at his collarbone. He reached for his almost-too-sensitive cock, leaking all over Ethan’s stomach, and jerked it as he trembled.

In moments, he was convulsing and squeezing all over Ethan as he came again. Cursing, Ethan thrust deep, gasped, and then kept rocking, driving into Jack through his orgasm, his arms flying around Jack’s back and holding him close, holding him tight.

Ethan kissed him breathless, cradling his face in both hands until the sun rose, scattering golden rays across their drenched and sticky bodies.

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Chapter 32

Tampa, FL

Outside MacDill Air Force Base