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Josiah gasped as the sensation awakened old instincts that he thought he’d banished years ago.

He drew back with a growl. He had to be inside Alex; he needed to be buried to the hilt inside him, and to fuck him hard.

No, it was more than a need – it was a necessity.

All his years of self-imposed celibacy demanded release.

He swung his arm across the dining table to clear it. Plates and cutlery went flying; he heard them smashing onto the floor, but he didn’t care. He was lost to everything as he grabbed Alex and pushed him onto the tabletop.

Alex pulled him in close, wrapping his legs around him, and Josiah bent to lick Alex’s bare chest, and the pale skin that was stretched sleek and smooth over hard, toned muscles.

He sucked down on one of Alex’s nipples, and Alex gasped.

Holding Alex down, Josiah moved to the other nipple, suckling it, loving how Alex mewled and moaned.

He explored further, moving his mouth down, trailing wet kisses and little love bites wherever he went.

There wasn’t a single hair on Alex’s body – not his chest, his armpits, or even his crotch.

He was smooth, and exotic, and Josiah had to have him – now.

Some distant memory stirred, and he raised his head and looked around.

“Lube…condom…” he said. He couldn’t bear the thought of going upstairs and searching for them, even if by some remote chance he still had such items in the house.

Alex pointed to his discarded trousers on the floor. “Pocket,” he said throatily.

Josiah stared at him, befuddled. “Why…?”

“A precaution from my time with Elliot. I kept a supply in most of my pockets.”

Josiah reached into the trousers and yanked the items out, peeled the condom onto his hard cock, squirted lube onto his fingers, and then turned back .

Alex welcomed him, opening his legs wide and wrapping them around his waist again.

He slid a finger into Alex’s hole, and Alex moaned, opening up wide and allowing him to add another finger.

Alex threw back his head, panting and gasping; he looked so beautiful that Josiah couldn’t wait.

He pushed Alex’s legs further apart, grabbed his buttocks, pulled them open, and nudged his eager cock into Alex’s hole.

Alex looked up at him with a grin, encouraging him in, so he pushed, gasping at the half-forgotten sensation as his cock was enveloped in all that beautiful, tight warmth.

Alex pulled him in even further, wrapping his legs so tightly around his waist that he fell forward onto the table.

He braced his hands on either side of Alex’s head and kissed him again.

His cock was buried deep in Alex’s body, his tongue deep in his mouth, and nothing had felt so good in a very long time.

The sounds, scents, and sensations of sex unleashed something deep inside, and he screamed as he gave a thrust – then another, and another.

Then he was lost, possessed, deranged even, as he fucked Alex hard on the table.

Alex gazed up at him, taking everything he could throw at him.

It was so exhilarating knowing Alex wanted this, too, that he could take it this hard, this furious, and this fast. Their gazes locked, neither of them able to look away as they shared the most intense white-knuckle ride of their lives.

Josiah could hear the harsh sound of his own breathing, but he couldn’t feel it – he could only feel his cock buried inside Alex, thrusting into him over and over again. Every so often he leaned down and kissed Alex hard on the mouth, and every time Alex kissed him back with the same strength.

Their bodies were joined in the desperate coupling, fuelling a need in them both that he wasn’t sure could ever be sated. He had to consume Alex, experience every single part of him, and he knew that Alex felt the same way.

Reaching down, he took Alex’s cock in his lube-slicked hand.

Alex cried out and bucked into him. Josiah milked him hard, sliding his hand up and down in time to his own deep thrusts.

It seemed to go on forever… the thrusting, the sliding, the kissing…

and then Alex screamed even louder as he came over Josiah’s hand, although even in his moment of orgasm he didn’t look away.

Their gazes remained locked together as Josiah thrust even faster, feeling his own pleasure reaching a climax.

All the years fell away. He howled as he came, feeling the catharsis and the sheer sense of release after so long.

He howled for the past, for what he’d lost, and for all the sad, missing years in between – and for what he’d now found.

He howled until he thought his ribs would break, and this time, he wasn’t alone with a dead body in the rain.

He was with a warm, living person, who was gazing up at him with passion and affection.

Then it was over. Bending his exhausted body over Alex, he rested his forehead against his.

Alex wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close, and Josiah nestled his face in his neck and kissed him there: sweet, soft, gentle kisses now that the urgent need had gone.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“No… it was good… so good,” Alex panted, taking hold of Josiah’s head and gazing at him. “Look at me – I’m okay.”

Josiah nodded numbly. He kissed Alex on the lips again, loving how he pushed up against him and opened his mouth so they could explore each other with their tongues.

It was a moment of such beautiful intimacy that he didn’t want to let it go.

He wanted to stay like this forever, pressed deep inside Alex’s body and leaning over him, kissing him deeply and tenderly.

Still fully clothed, while Alex was completely naked, Josiah realised he had a new need now. He wanted to explore Alex, to discover every secret his body held, to uncover each of them with his fingers, and tongue, and cock, until this elusive, maddening mystery of a man gave up everything to him.

He didn’t know what the future held for them – the investigator and the temporary IS he couldn’t afford to buy. He just knew they had now, and he wanted to savour every moment.

“I’m not done. I need more,” he said, drawing back. “Let’s go upstairs.”

He pulled out and removed the condom, throwing it impatiently on the floor to be worried about later, tucked his cock back into his trousers, then gently helped Alex off the table.

Alex fell against him, his knees giving way, but Josiah caught him and swung him up into his arms. Alex wasn’t light, but Josiah was strong, so he decided to carry him up the stairs.

Alex smiled and rested his head on his shoulder.

Josiah paused in the dining room doorway, his arms full of a naked, exhausted Alex, and glanced back.

The room was a mess, the floor littered with plates and cutlery and stained with smears of ketchup and little rivers of Coke…

and there, by the box of art supplies in the corner, was the vase that Liz had made for him and Peter as a wedding gift.

It had shattered into several large pieces and was lying broken on the floor.