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Adrenaline made a body do crazy things.

Luke helped, closing his hand over Rory’s.

“I’m not scared. You know that.” It wasn’t really a question.

“I do.” Luke smiled up into Rory’s eyes. If anyone had a right to be nervous it was Rory, after everything he’d gone through. But he was the bravest soul Luke knew. “Up and on me, babe.”

“Yes, sir!” Rory grinned at him, then the expression dissolved into one of pure need as the tip of Luke’s cock popped inside that tight ring of muscle.

He breathed deep again, using his damned underwater breathing skills to calm him enough to do this without embarrassing himself.

“Hurt?” Rory asked, hovering, not sliding down like Luke wanted him to.

“God no. It feels like paradise.”

“Good. I need to move now, honey. Okay?”

“Please.” Luke grabbed Rory’s hips, helping him do just that. The slow, maddening glide into Rory’s body made him shout. Rory rippled around him, hot and tight and—fuck. Fuck, this was real. Rory was looking down at him and watching him and wanting him, blue eyes burning bright.

They began to gain a rhythm, Rory sliding down, Luke pushing him back up.

His thighs wouldn’t give him much, so Luke muscled through it with upper body strength, his arms straining.

Rory helped, hands on his chest and using him to drive back, riding him good and hard.

His eyes kept wanting to close, but he forced them open, needed to watch every second of Rory dancing on his diamond-hard dick.

Speaking of cocks, Rory’s bounced in front of him, and Luke caught it against his palm, their skin slapping for a moment before Luke closed his fingers about it.

“Oh fuck!” The sound was perfect, wild and loud,h and his immediate instinct was to shush Rory, but he didn’t have to. He could make Rory scream and cry out.

They had all the time and all the space in the world right here. So Luke stroked, up and down, bracing himself with his other arm so Rory could do the hard work.

A litany of praise—way more profane than sacred—poured down over him, Rory never letting him doubt how good it felt for a second.

Luke watched sweat bead up on Rory’s skin, and the cock in his hand swelled, wet at the tip and deep red.

“Pretty,” he ground out. “ So fine, man.”

“All yours. Fuck, I feel you deep.”

“Uh-huh. Tight. Hot.” Even with the condom on, Rory was like frickin’ heaven. When he squeezed Luke with those inner muscles, he shouted again, his body trying hard to convulse.

“Yes. Yes. I’m close, honey.”

He fucking hoped so.

“Good. Oh good. Please.” Luke was babbling and he knew it, but his balls had pulled up tight to his body and he was ready to blow. Real ready.

Rory twisted, reached behind him and nudged his balls, the pressure there and around his cock perfect. Almost as perfect as the ropes of spunk that sprayed out over his belly.

Luke lost it, shooting hard inside Rory, his whole body shaking with it. He moaned, a long, low sound of pleasure, because he couldn’t create words right now. What would he say, anyway?

Rory slumped down on him a second, a heavy, heated, panting weight.

Wrapping his arms around Rory, Luke held him right there, unwilling to lose the amazing connection. Jesus, he could do just this the rest of his life and die a happy man.

“You…you totally rock my world, cowboy.”

“You’re not too shabby.” He laughed weakly, patting Rory’s back with one sticky hand.

“Good. Good.” Rory blinked up at him, obviously dazed. “Remind me to bring damp cloths to bed next time?”

“We have one side of a dry towel,” Luke said. That was better than nothing. He had no doubt Rory would set the stage for seduction next time. Next time. They were both talking on next time.

“That’ll work for now.” Rory sat up, blinking nice and slow. “Damn, that was good, honey. Thank you. I needed that. ”

“Me too.” He chuckled, feeling his heart settle back into a more regular beat. “You scared me, Rory.”

“You think I scared you? I was fixin’ to shit myself in terror.”

“Hey, you’re good at not showing it.” He stroked Rory’s hip. “Move, shoot, communicate, as we say in the SEALs. You got that down.”

“I do my best.” The words rang with truth, then disappeared as Rory sighed. “Let me clean us up, and then I can find us some food.”

“Hey.” He caught both of Rory’s hands. “Kiss me, babe.”

“I can do that.” Rory leaned forward, the motion a little shaky, but strong, and brought their lips together, the kiss not hesitant in the least.

Luke closed his eyes and sank into the kiss, the touch just what they both needed to get grounded again.

Then Rory pulled away, this time with a smile. “Oh. That’s nice. I need those.”

“Yeah. We got ahead of ourselves, but I ain’t bitching. And now that I know you like…what did you call it? Ass play? I am going to be insufferable.”

“I like it. I like it a lot.” Rory bit his bottom lip, playing with him. “And what’s this ‘going to be insufferable’ thing?”

“What? I don’t pinch or slap your butt in public yet. Just you wait.” Luke laughed and hugged Rory hard.

Maleficent let out an impressive yowl beyond the door.

“Oh, someone’s totally blaming you for this. Totally.”

“I know. I’ll have to bribe her.” They both wiped down and Luke rolled up to sitting.

Rory opened the door before going to grab clothes from the dresser, and Maleficent landed on him, pointed on all ends.

“Ow! Okay, lady, I love you, but you got to watch the claws.” He lifted her up against his chest, nuzzling her head .

Lord, those cats could talk.

A pair of soft sweats landed next to him.

“These work?”

“Perfect.” He grinned, handing off the cat, the Persians watching him now from the footboard. Right. Assume the body armor .

He had to admit, those beasts were serious about their human time.

The sweats were old and soft. Rory was such a hedonist. He got socks on, then reached for his chair, fingers missing by half an inch.

He damn near went ass over teakettle, but Rory was there, and he caught himself on that lean, fine body.

“Good catch. Let me move your chair over.”

“Thanks.” His cheeks heated. “Not so graceful post-orgasm.”

“Who is?” Rory helped make the transfer. “You’re weak from hunger. How does DiGiorno sound?”

“Like a plan if we load it with more meat.”

“I have sausage crumbles, pepperoni and Canadian bacon.”

Luke rubbed his hands together with glee. “Excellent. We can eat and I can entertain you with my plans for the new therapy place.”

“I love it.” Rory swooped down and stole a kiss. “Thank you for tonight, honey. I needed it, bad.”

“I know you did. I ain’t gonna complain.” Not one bit, even if he was going to have to find the Tylenol in a few.

“Let me feed you. You need help in the bathroom, or do you have it?”

“I got it.” He grinned, because Rory really thought Luke had his ducks in a row. He had squirrels, and they were moshing, but he could fake it .

He’d fake it until he made it, if it kept that satisfied little grin on Rory’s lips.

Luke thought that was well worth any amount of squirrel wrangling.