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romantic."
"Me either."
By way of answer, Tucker lifted Chance's t-shirt over his
head, following suit with his own and then pressing sleek,
silky skin up against him. Tucker leaned forward and dropped
a kiss to the center of Chance's chest, darting out his tongue
and licking there before fastening his lips to the spot and
starting to suck.
Chance closed his eyes and let Tucker push him back
against the counter, Tucker's mouth still sucking up a mark
on his chest and his thigh sliding between Chance's own.
Chance barely noticed when he started to rock against him,
seeking friction and pressure. "Tuck," he whispered into the
quiet kitchen, "please."
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Tucker lifted his head and examined the red-purple stain
over Chance's heart, tracing it with a finger. "That'll keep for
a couple days," he said, seemingly satisfied. "You know, just
so people know."
"So they know what?" Chance asked, shuddering just a
little when Tucker leaned his entire weight against Chance
and pressed him even more fully against the counter.
"Who you belong to," Tucker murmured before kissing him
again, hard this time, his tongue shoving into Chance's mouth
and his teeth biting into soft skin.
Chance moaned and held his head in place with one hand,
kissing Tucker back and using his other hand to attempt to
pop both buttons on their jeans. He was relieved when Tucker
brushed Chance's hand out of the way and did it for him,
yanking both pairs down and then they were kicking away
denim and there was only heated skin.
They spent long minutes making out against the counter,
hands roaming and touching and relearning, and Chance
realized how easy it was to lose your way long before you
ever knew you were lost. Tucker's fingers skimming his
abdomen and his cock pressed heavy and hard into Chance's
hip were recognizable landmarks, and he clung to them as he
mapped out a path with his mouth from Tucker's ear to the
soft spot under his jaw.
"Want," Chance whispered to him, shivering when he felt
the pads of Tucker's fingers trace along his cock.
"Need," Tucker returned, bringing one of Chance's hands
to feel his own hardness. "See? Need you."
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"Need you," Chance repeated, realizing there was a
difference. The want was always there, but the need was
more crucial; it had become a part of both of them. "Tucker."
Tucker patted the kitchen counter, so Chance lifted himself
and sat on the very edge, drawing up one leg and watching
Tucker dig lube out of the drawer next to the sink. They'd
decided years ago to keep lube in most rooms of the house
and hadn't ever regretted the decision.
Especially not now, not when Tucker was slicking two
fingers and circling Chance's hole as Chance's head fell back
against the cabinets. Chance bit down hard on his lower lip
and reached for Tucker's hand, silently encouraging him to go
deeper. Tucker complied easily, probing and stroking from the
inside, and Chance closed his eyes and traced Tucker's fingers
in his ass. "More," he sighed, the word barely escaping, but
then Tucker's hand was gone and there was a sense of loss
Chance hadn't expected.
The emptiness was replaced soon enough by something
more blunt and full, and Chance was relieved. He brought his
leg up further onto the countertop and reached for Tucker, his
hand sliding onto Tucker's hip and pulling him in. Tucker drew
a breath that hitched in the middle, but then there was more
lube and pressure and Tucker slid into Chance with one warm
glide.
They stayed absolutely still for at least ten seconds, eyes
locked on each other. Tucker's gaze was intent and serious
and Chance looked right back, trying to communicate a
million things to him without saying anything at all. They
were silent and unmoving, Tucker's hand frozen on Chance's
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thigh and the other one over the mark he'd made on Chance's
chest.
Chance thought maybe they could have stayed that way
forever, the two of them bound together in a moment of
understanding, but someone's muscles gave an involuntary
quiver. He didn't know if it was him or Tucker, but suddenly it
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