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“I’ll try not to put my hand right there and lean.” He’d never had such careful negotiations on a kiss before. Finally, Luke just put one hand behind Rory’s head and pulled him close enough for their mouths to meet.

“Oh. I’ve wanted this for weeks.” Rory leaned in the rest of the way, pressing their lips together.

Luke let it happen, let the feel of Rory’s surprisingly soft lips wash over him. He closed his eyes at the last moment, his free hand trying to decide where to light.

Rory must have had a mint when he grabbed the Cokes, and that made him smile. So thoughtful. Luke wasn’t gonna let himself think of what migas and pancakes had done for him.

Instead, he explored, tracing Rory’s mouth with his tongue.

Rory’s hand slid up his thigh, the touch gentle as all get out, and all the while, Rory let him lick and lap, let him explore.

He avoided the thigh that was all stitched, putting his hand on Rory’s chest instead. Damn, that heart was thundering. He loved the feel of Rory’s nipple, which drew up tight under his palm.

They broke for air, but dove right back in after, and Luke figured they were going to set the couch on fire. Chemistry? Hoo yeah .

Rory touched him, stroking his thighs fearlessly, like no one else had in recent memory .

He shivered, his cock rising in his loose pants. God, it had been forever, and he was almost tempted to stare down at his crotch. Really, Luke was kinda amazed.

“Mmm. You taste good, man. I approve.”

“Thank you. You feel like heaven.”

Rory grinned, eyelines showing on his face. “Excellent. Let’s go another round, huh?”

“Hell, yes.” Luke felt like a million bucks.

“I like your enthusiasm.” Rory bent back to his task and kissed him like it was the only thing the man ever wanted to do, ever .

Luke could totally get behind that. He really could. He allowed Rory to take the lead this time, to taste him thoroughly. Rory pressed close, bandaged hand cradling the back of his head.

They kissed, changing positions of lips and heads several times to give them more access. It was like being in high school, but only in terms of the anticipation. The action was way better.

The whole idea that there was no one that could interrupt them, that they weren’t doing anything wrong, was even better. No ass kicking. That was a great thing.

He leaned a little closer, almost overbalancing. “Oof. Sorry.”

“No worries. You’re fine.”

“So are you, bud.” Cheesy, but true. Rory was quickly becoming the finest thing he’d ever seen.

“I’ll take it.” Rory scooted closer, tongue tracing his lips, teasing him.

“Mmm.” Now he could lean, and damn, Rory felt good. Hot as fire and solid as a rock to boot. It wasn’t often that a man could take his whole weight, but Rory used his height well. “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” Luke murmured.

It had been a few days, but Rory was still tore up .

“Will do. So far, so good.”

“Better than good.” He moved his hand, fingers pressing at Rory’s other nipple through the button-down shirt. Oh, that went hard and stiff, nudging his palm.

Luke wanted to get more of that, so he touched the topmost button that was done up. Sort of a universal question.

Rory groaned and reached out, opened two buttons, and nodded.

That skin was heated, a little damp with sweat, and he touched everywhere he could reach. Then he opened two more buttons, needing this like his next breath.

“That’s it, honey. I won’t break.”

“Promise?” Luke teased. “Every other time we’ve gotten close something awful has happened.”

“No shit on that. I am not responsible for any earthquakes or tornadoes.”

“Me either.” Luke stroked Rory’s chest, then kissed his throat.

Oh. Old Spice. God, that was cute was fuck. Complementary scents. Go them.

He nibbled a little, just for fun.

Rory shivered, then lifted his pointed chin, letting Luke in.

All he had to do was keep loving on the man, which was the easiest thing he’d done since he got out of the Navy.

Rory made the best noises, all rough and wanton, raw. Every new piece of skin Luke touched drew forth another, then another.

“You are a vocal bastard, aren’t you?”

“I am. Weird or a turn on?”

“Hot as hell. I’ve never been able to get loud before.”

“I don’t imagine so. I’m tickled to be able to get loud with you now. ”

“Good.” He petted Rory’s hair, fascinated by the heavy stuff.

Rory took his little round glasses off and put them on the end table, then he started unfastening Luke’s buttons too.

His initial instinct was to protest. He didn’t let people look at him. That wasn’t fair, though, so he shrugged out of his shirt.

“Oh.”

“Is that good or bad?” It was his legs that were the worst, but nothing had gotten away unscathed.

“God, you’re built like a brick shithouse.”

Luke snort-laughed at that. “I’ve been working my upper body something fierce to make up for what I’ve lost in the legs and stuff.”

“It shows. God, I could get on my knees and worship you.”

“If you weren’t all beat up I’d let you.” He pinched Rory’s nipple. “For now we just play.”

He felt daring as fuck, like he was ten feet tall and bulletproof, seriously, flirting with this man. Hell, he felt sexual for the first time in an embarrassingly long while. Luke was gonna ride that for all it was worth.

“Right on. Just play. And kiss. Lick. Suck a little.”

“Yes, please. And then some.” He stroked down Rory’s ribs, hoping he wasn’t ticklish. Rory stretched up, the move careful but willing.

He reached those hips and touched carefully, then traced in along the line of Rory’s waistband to the button. Rory sucked in, the offer just clear as glass.

Luke nodded, mouth dry as dust, and undid the button before tugging at the zip. He fumbled a tiny bit because he didn’t want to tear anything or get stuck on briefs or any of the other stuff that brought down a good make- out session.

Rory, he had to admit, was damn patient, easy in his skin and willing to let him find his way.

The pants struggled with him a bit, the cloth stiffer than Luke expected, but he got his fingers in there, discovering soft boxer briefs.

“Silky,” he muttered under his breath. “Decadent.”

“You should always have things that feel good next to your penis, Luke. One of the basic tenets of life.”

“The Navy disagrees.” Luke stroked Rory through the cloth.

“What does the Navy know about seamen?” The tease would have been better if Rory’s voice hadn’t been husky and rough.

“Not much,” Luke said. He found the opening in the boxer briefs and touched skin, moaning at the heat he found.

“Oh, fuck.” Rory arched a little, lips parting, eyelids dropping closed.

“Uh-huh. I mean, eventually. Right now, I want to see you.” He slipped his palm underneath that hardness and pulled Rory’s cock up and out.

Long and lean, just like the man himself—Rory filled his hand with heat.

“You approve?”

“Hell, yes.” He grinned into those bright eyes. “Fishing for compliments.”

“Absolutely. I’ve been presented with this gorgeous body. I need reassurance.”

“Shit, Rory, you’re amazing. And this is a work of art.” Luke stroked up and down, gentle to begin with.

Rory arched for him, driving nice and slow into his hand. That was perfect, the way Rory took what he wanted, showing Luke what he wanted.

“I swear to God, you’re gonna send me over the edge.”

“So? I want to see what you look like when you come.” He rubbed the head with his thumb, then pressed at the underside just below the flared tip.

Rory grunted, and his hips bucked up. Oh. Hot spot.

Luke massaged it again, really pushing it, feeling damned powerful. He was doing this. He was making Rory arch and moan, making the sweet son of a bitch need. He could do this forever, just stay right here and touch.

Rory’s eyes were the brightest thing he’d ever seen and they were fastened on him.

He stared right into pure pleasure, urging the man to let go, to give in to this ramped-up thing between them. Luke wanted Rory to come way more than he needed to.

“Fuck, man. No one’s ever made me… No one.”

“Come on, man. I want to see. I want to feel it.”

“I want to suck you off. Taste you.” Rory’s voice proved he was so close.

“Oh, yeah. I want all the things. I want to see you all naked and stretched out on a bed.”

“I could ride you like a prize pony, I swear to God.” Each word got louder and by the end, Rory had lost it, shooting all over his wrist and hand.

Oh, Jesus. He panted, watching Rory’s face. So damned beautiful.

Rory leaned into the sofa, resting hard, blinking at him. “Damn.”

“That was hot as fire.” Luke wasn’t sure what the clean-up etiquette was. Licking was probably premature at this point.

“Uh-huh.” Rory watched him for a second, then grabbed his hand and shocked the living fuck out of him by licking his fingers clean.

Well, that was as good as an endorsement for disease-free as he’d ever seen, so Luke took a kiss. A long, deep one.

Fuck, Rory tasted like heaven—salty, male heaven. Luke knew he was hooked right through the balls. He wasn’t gonna be able to let this go easily.

“You next, hmm? You want my mouth?”

“Oh.” He’d be an idiot to say no. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I promise to take it easy with both of us.”

“Then I’m all over it.” Luke was in all the way.

“Lean back, cowboy. I need you.”

Cowboy. It sounded so weird. But Luke loved it. He leaned back on his elbows, giving access. Rory got his jeans open, then leaned down and nuzzled the tip of his dick, the sudden contact stealing his breath.

His muscles pulled up tight, and Luke had to breathe a moment to let everything relax again.

“You tell me if there’s anything you don’t like, Luke.”

“I will, I promise.” He stroked Rory’s hair, encouraging, and Rory took the hint, opening around his cock, tongue flicking the tip.

He shook a little, eyes wide while he watched. Lord have mercy. Was this really happening to him? Really? This beautiful man wanted him, didn’t think his mass of scars was… Well, okay, Rory hadn’t seen many of them. The thought had him deflating and Rory glanced up.