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God. He was really going to do this, and… he couldn"t think. His whole

body ran cold with adrenaline and the next fifteen minutes were a blur as

he made one last pass around the room.

He was practically hyperventilating in the elevator up to the top

floor, and his hands shook as he put the keycard in the lock. The door

hadn"t closed behind him before Chris was there, kissing him savagely,

his hands stripping off Xander"s tux jacket with enough force to rip.

Xander"s hands were shaking as he whirled, practically throwing

Chris into the wall next to the door. He framed Chris"s face and kissed

him, jaw, cheekbone, neck, anywhere, muttering, “No one touches you.

No one touches you but me, you hear me? No one. No one… only me.”

Chris arched his head back so Xander could kiss down the column

of his throat, tickling his Adam"s apple before moving downward, to the

broad expanse of chest revealed by the popping buttons under his shirt.

“Only you,” Chris echoed, running his hands through Xander"s

straight, collar-length hair. “Only you… oh God.” Because Xander had

found his nipple and was sucking on it,hard,and for a minute, Chris"s

hands were practically battering at Xander"s shoulders as he fought for

control.

Xander didn"t give him time to get any. He slid down to his knees,

right there on the carpeted floor, and fumbled with Chris"s belt and his

slacks. As his hands pulled down slacks, boxers, everything, he felt the

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tremor in Chris"s knees, and an answering one in his shoulders. He"d

been going for target zero, but suddenly, he couldn"t even focus that far.

He buried his face into the taut muscles of Chris"s stomach,

wrapped his arms around his bare, tight backside, and just held there,

Chris"s full, hard erection crushed against his shoulder.

They held that pose for a moment, while Chris touched his hair

with tender fingers, and then Chris"s hips began to undulate, and when