lips.
Those fingers slid, tracing his arms, tickling his skin. Fascinating,
the texture there. Right at the hollow of the throat Greg's skin went
smooth, only the tiniest of fine lines marring it. The bones there were
sharp, the skin thin and fine above them. So pointed, so sharp—he
could tell from the hips in his hands, the bones pressing against his
palms.
Greg's ass wasn't sharp, though. It wasn't soft, but it was round,
the muscle hard where Artie slid one hand back to grab it, rocking
forward with his own hips. God, his pants were scratchy. Maybe Leah was
right; he ought to buy some nice ones.
Greg chuckled, lips ghosting across his temple, the kiss soft, the
brief touch of Greg's tongue to his skin intense as hell. "You're like
a furnace. It's so good."
"Yeah?" Well, he certainly felt like he was burning up. Just
standing there with Greg did more for him than the last guy had with a
full-on blow job. "You're sharp."
Suave, Artie.
"Bony." Greg nodded, that stubble rasping his skin. Those hands slipped down, met on his belly and started moving again.
He sucked his gut in, his muscles going tight as he caught his breath. Oh, God. That felt ... "Amazing."
"Yes. I've imagined, but the truth is better."
"Uh-huh. I thought about it a lot. I bet you know that." Well, of course Greg did. He didn't have to be psychic to know it.
"I do. I ... I sit in your chair when you're gone, you know?" Oh. Oh, damn.
"I never knew that until the other day." Oh, hell. Just the thought
made his cock jerk. Greg had to feel that. He nipped one sharp
collarbone, resting his cheek on Greg's shoulder.
Greg moaned, one hand sliding up to brush his nipple, the other
around his waist. "I don't know anything about seducing detectives,
Artie."
"You don't have to. You're a natural." Finally he just did it, just
went up on tiptoe and put his mouth against Greg's, sharing a kiss.
Greg's eyes went wide for a second, then closed, tongue sliding and
pushing into his lips, the kiss going deeper, the heat flaring. Fuck.
That wasn't just a flare of heat. It was like a solar explosion. His
skin burned, and Artie started to pant, holding Greg in place to get
more and more.
One hand cupped his head, long fingers cradling him. Greg stepped
closer, held them both together. They leaned back against the counter,
just tasting, learning what both of them had wondered about. Artie
figured his legs would just melt soon.
"You. You are better than pie." Greg's eyes had green in them, tiny bursts of color he'd never seen before.
"Uh-huh. I need to sit down." Bad. Maybe in his chair.
"It's empty. Waiting for us." Greg nodded, moving them across the
floor, refusing to let go. They stumbled against the coffee table, both
of them grunting, but they made it, Artie falling back against the
chair and pulling Greg down. Oh, hell yes. Pressure. Friction. Uhn.
Greg nodded, tilting his head up for another one of those kisses,
Greg's lips pressing down against his, fingers framing his face. So
fast. They'd just flashed so fast after all this time spent not
touching and not looking and joking their way out of it. Artie arched
up, his cock settling against Greg's pelvis.
"It's okay? Not too fast?" Greg licked his lips, panting into his mouth.
"No. It's good. Are you ... You okay?" Tugging at Greg's T-shirt, he
struggled to get it up and off, counting each rib, feeling the jutting
angles of Greg's shoulder blades.
"Mmmhmm. Better than." Greg leaned back, stripped that shirt straight off. "You, too. Want to see you, too."
"Uhnkay." His shirt buttoned up the front, and, man, did that cause
him trouble. Damn. The fucking thing was turning into a straightjacket.
Greg chuckled, fingers fumbling with his, helping, leaning down to
taste bits of his skin as it came into view.
"Oh." The touch of those lips just made his skin tingle. Like Greg was passing some kind of crazy energy into him through touch.
"Mmmhmm." Greg smiled, lips slip-sliding over his collarbone. He
stroked
Those fingers slid, tracing his arms, tickling his skin. Fascinating,
the texture there. Right at the hollow of the throat Greg's skin went
smooth, only the tiniest of fine lines marring it. The bones there were
sharp, the skin thin and fine above them. So pointed, so sharp—he
could tell from the hips in his hands, the bones pressing against his
palms.
Greg's ass wasn't sharp, though. It wasn't soft, but it was round,
the muscle hard where Artie slid one hand back to grab it, rocking
forward with his own hips. God, his pants were scratchy. Maybe Leah was
right; he ought to buy some nice ones.
Greg chuckled, lips ghosting across his temple, the kiss soft, the
brief touch of Greg's tongue to his skin intense as hell. "You're like
a furnace. It's so good."
"Yeah?" Well, he certainly felt like he was burning up. Just
standing there with Greg did more for him than the last guy had with a
full-on blow job. "You're sharp."
Suave, Artie.
"Bony." Greg nodded, that stubble rasping his skin. Those hands slipped down, met on his belly and started moving again.
He sucked his gut in, his muscles going tight as he caught his breath. Oh, God. That felt ... "Amazing."
"Yes. I've imagined, but the truth is better."
"Uh-huh. I thought about it a lot. I bet you know that." Well, of course Greg did. He didn't have to be psychic to know it.
"I do. I ... I sit in your chair when you're gone, you know?" Oh. Oh, damn.
"I never knew that until the other day." Oh, hell. Just the thought
made his cock jerk. Greg had to feel that. He nipped one sharp
collarbone, resting his cheek on Greg's shoulder.
Greg moaned, one hand sliding up to brush his nipple, the other
around his waist. "I don't know anything about seducing detectives,
Artie."
"You don't have to. You're a natural." Finally he just did it, just
went up on tiptoe and put his mouth against Greg's, sharing a kiss.
Greg's eyes went wide for a second, then closed, tongue sliding and
pushing into his lips, the kiss going deeper, the heat flaring. Fuck.
That wasn't just a flare of heat. It was like a solar explosion. His
skin burned, and Artie started to pant, holding Greg in place to get
more and more.
One hand cupped his head, long fingers cradling him. Greg stepped
closer, held them both together. They leaned back against the counter,
just tasting, learning what both of them had wondered about. Artie
figured his legs would just melt soon.
"You. You are better than pie." Greg's eyes had green in them, tiny bursts of color he'd never seen before.
"Uh-huh. I need to sit down." Bad. Maybe in his chair.
"It's empty. Waiting for us." Greg nodded, moving them across the
floor, refusing to let go. They stumbled against the coffee table, both
of them grunting, but they made it, Artie falling back against the
chair and pulling Greg down. Oh, hell yes. Pressure. Friction. Uhn.
Greg nodded, tilting his head up for another one of those kisses,
Greg's lips pressing down against his, fingers framing his face. So
fast. They'd just flashed so fast after all this time spent not
touching and not looking and joking their way out of it. Artie arched
up, his cock settling against Greg's pelvis.
"It's okay? Not too fast?" Greg licked his lips, panting into his mouth.
"No. It's good. Are you ... You okay?" Tugging at Greg's T-shirt, he
struggled to get it up and off, counting each rib, feeling the jutting
angles of Greg's shoulder blades.
"Mmmhmm. Better than." Greg leaned back, stripped that shirt straight off. "You, too. Want to see you, too."
"Uhnkay." His shirt buttoned up the front, and, man, did that cause
him trouble. Damn. The fucking thing was turning into a straightjacket.
Greg chuckled, fingers fumbling with his, helping, leaning down to
taste bits of his skin as it came into view.
"Oh." The touch of those lips just made his skin tingle. Like Greg was passing some kind of crazy energy into him through touch.
"Mmmhmm." Greg smiled, lips slip-sliding over his collarbone. He
stroked
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