Spark by Posy Roberts Page A

what words had actually come out of his mouth. Kevin joined in, but rather than bracing himself, he started tenderly kissing Hugo.
    “Do that. Fuck me through the ceiling, Hugh. Please.”
    By that point, the ridiculousness of the words had fallen away, and Hugo focused all his energy into pleasing Kevin, giving him exactly what he wanted.
    Their rhythm was synchronized in moments as Kevin seemed to ride a wave, tilting his pelvis at the crest of each of Hugo’s thrusts. Muscles on his chest, stomach, and shoulders flexed and contracted, and Hugo loved watching Kevin move. Kevin sat back and took more control, but he grabbed both Hugo’s hands, threading their fingers together, and held on. It was such a familiar, intimate gesture.
    Deep rumbling groans escaped from Kevin, first tightly restrained, but then the more they rocked, he just let go. He was noisy, and as Hugo looked up at Kevin losing himself to that moment, he felt his heart open up. He remembered the love he had for this man, the tenderness they shared as fumbling teens, the trust they had in each other as they each discovered there was another person in their small town they could be true with.
    Kevin mumbled as he squeezed Hugo’s fingers tighter. It sounded like “So good. So long,” repeated on a loop.
    Kevin pulled a hand away and lazily started stroking himself back to hardness in long, sensuous pulls. Hugo tried to help, but Kevin redirected Hugo’s fingers down to caress his balls. Hugo cradled the heavy orbs but then slipped back farther, feeling the slip and slide of their bodies moving together. He eased a finger in alongside the underside of his cock, giving each of them another sensation to try to process.
    It didn’t take long before Hugo shouted out his warning. “Close.”
    Kevin leaned forward, still lazily stroking himself and kissed Hugo with those flushed, full lips.
    Hugo came with Kevin’s tongue in his mouth, that familiar taste everywhere. “Christ, Kevin. Christ,” he breathed into Kevin’s mouth. He drew Kevin closer, as close as he could, pressing their chests together so he could feel their hearts still racing in tandem. “That was amazing.”
    “Mmm” was the only response given aside from Kevin burying his nose in Hugo’s neck and taking in long, deep breaths.
    Several moments later, Hugo realized Kevin still had himself in hand, so he reached to help Kevin find a second release.
    “No. No, I’m good,” Kevin whispered lazily. “Just hold me, Hugh.”
    “Sure. Of course,” Hugo soothed against Kevin’s hair, which was sweat-damp at his temples. “A romantic, huh?”
    Kevin mumbled something incoherent in reply then adjusted them both into a more comfortable position.
    Hugo’s chin started to itch, but he attempted to ignore it, unwilling to disturb the moment they were having.
    After nearly five minutes, Hugo asked, “Can I clean up a bit?” The itching was becoming nearly unbearable. When Kevin sat up, Hugo gestured to the mess along his face and neck.
    “Yeah. Come on. Let’s shower quick,” Kevin said, pulling Hugo toward the en suite bath.
    Everything in the bathroom looked rich, from the warm wood floor and vanity to the green and blue recycled glass subway tiles on the walls of the walk-in shower.
    Kevin turned on the tap and gestured to Hugo to head in first. Testing the water carefully, Hugo stepped in and allowed the spray to pour over his face and down his neck, washing away all the spunk.
    Gentle hands soaped Hugo from behind. He leaned into the touch, melting into the feel of palms, which were doing much more than washing him. Muscles were stroked and soothed as Kevin placed tender kisses along Hugo’s neck and shoulders.
    Abruptly, Kevin pulled away, popping a lid open on a bottle, but soon returned with sudsy shampoo he used to wash Hugo’s hair. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Conditioner. Then Kevin took only a few moments to wash his own short hair before the water was turned off and Hugo was