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Tyler looked down at Alec. His expression had changed. He grinned, but more predatory…

downright lupine. He lowered, not breaking eye contact until he had to, taking Alec's cock into his mouth. Alec felt his hips rise, leaving the rug, and Tyler pressed him back down firmly, all the while continuing to work Alec's full-length with his lips and tongue.

"No." Alec murmured. "It's supposed to be the other way around."

Tyler came up, squeezing Alec in his fist.

"Turn that brain off writer-man. Let someone take care of you for a change."

Tyler slipped his hands beneath Alec's shirt, his fingertips finding nipples, lightly circling the pads as he went down again. Alec was overwhelmed and overstimulated from the hot, wet heat

engulfing him from below. Tyler's persistent tongue was on the underside of his shaft, folding and cradling it with suction as he pulled long, slow strokes with his lips. And then there was the

counterbalance above… thick fingers, massaging his nipples beneath his shirt, squeezing his chest

with large, calloused hands. He felt divided, pulled in two rapturous directions, and trying not to squirm. Sensing this, Tyler's hands slid lower gently, gripping Alec by the pelvis as his face went deeper, the grizzled beard stubble on his jaws tickling Alec's inner thighs as he burrowed deeper into his crotch.

"You've got to stop," Alec said, panting. "I'm gonna blow. It's too much."

Tyler came up, again squeezing Alec in his fingers. "It's OK. That's what's supposed to happen from what I remember."

"No," Alec said. "I want to see you too."

"OK." He released Alec and rose back to his knees, removing his belt unbuttoning his fly. Alec came up on his elbows, watching Tyler undress with rapt attention, his eyes traveling from his broad chest, down the valley of his sternum, past the deliciously inverted pool of a belly button, where the swirl of hair tapered down into his jeans. Tyler popped the final buttons on the denim fly, pushed down the elastic of his boxers, and revealed himself.

Alec wasn't sure which he noticed first… the way Tyler's cock seemed to spring from its

restraint, or the heaviness with which it fell into the man's large palm. His fingers enclosed the thick shaft and he stroked it seductively.

"Is this what you're after?" he asked.

It was. Alec thought back, wondering exactly how long hehadwanted this. Everything had

happened so fast, the entire trip out west a blur on the blip of his life. His thoughts swirled backward, and in each scenario, the tavern, the cabin, the Land Cruiser—all of the images that came to him were Tyler—the last of which was his first impression… Tyler dismounting the horse on the snowy road

and tapping on his window. He had thought that maybe it had been the music, the songs that had

cemented it, bloating him with infatuation, steering him headlong into the crash of a rebound crush.

But maybe that hadn't been it at all. Maybe he had wanted this man from the very beginning.

Maybe you're over-thinking it.

He reached out and took Tyler's cock in his hand, feeling the velvety smoothness that coated the

hardening cylinder, fat as a flashlight. With his other hand, he reached further beneath the shaft, cupping his weighty ball-sack. Alec opened his mouth and gave Tyler an excruciatingly slow lick,

from base to tip, before closing his fingers tight around Tyler's massive member.

"Yeah," Alec said. "I need this."

"The feeling is mutual."

Tyler stood and removed his pants. He went into another room briefly and came back with some

necessary items. Alec was now completely naked and lying face down on the rug in front of the

fireplace, ass slightly raised, its curvy shape and split enhanced in the shadows of the flame. Tyler knelt behind him and Alec raised to his knees. "From behind," he said. "Like a horse."