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Biting my bottom lip in concentration, I reach between us and grab his cock and press mine into my fist next to it.

“Ohhhh shit,” I breathe, “fuck that’s good.”

“Move,” he groans. “Grind, TJ, make us soar.”

I thrust against him, into my fist and stroke in time with my hips. His body jerks under me, wanting to thrust but trying so hard to stay still. His breathing is coming faster. His hands are gripping each other above his head, trying to keep them off me. I need his hands on me.

“Please,” I beg, “touch me. Hold our cocks, touch my back, anything, just please put your hands on me.”

His hand joins mine around our dicks and together we slide our fists over us. I feel his arm wrapping around my back, pulling me tighter against him as my hips move. My motion is stuttering as I get closer.

“Move against me,” I beg. “I want to feel your body moving.”

“God, TJ, killing me,” he groans. “Trying to go slow.” Pre-cum is oozing from us both now, mixing with the lube in a glorious messy slide.

“Making me do all the work,” I retort as I grind, and he chuckles.

“Giving you control, babe,” he says, thrusting up.

“Maybe I don’t want control,” I gasp as his cock head nudges mine as it slides by. “I want you to lose it like I am.”

“Fuck,” he grunts as he plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up.

“Yeah,” I grind out between gritted teeth. “Rut on me.”

“Claim you,” he growls, thrusting up into our fists, powerful pumps of his hips. I grab his ass with my free hand and feel the hard glutes flexing under my palm.

I watch in amazement as our hands swallow our cocks then emerge, engorged, swollen so full they look like they’ll split at any moment. I thrust against him and nothing in my life has ever felt this good. His stomach clenches under our hands, hard and rippling, his beautiful body against mine, and the heat is overwhelming. My back bows so close. Again and again, his cock head nudges past mine until I am helplessly rocking my hips, making undignified noises as the base of my dick starts to spark and electricity flashes over my body.

“Fuuuck,” I yell as I near the edge. “Oh, god, Gavin, so good, fuck!”

“Yeah, baby, do it, cum for me,” he growls, again. God, I wanted that sound in my ear, and now I have it. He jerks us faster, grunting. “Cum, TJ, give it to me.”

His cock is so hot against mine, his fist so strong, I yield, thick ropes erupting from my cock onto his chest as his splatters against us. He juts up again, and another stream hits his face, then my face, then a third over his chest again. A last spurt dribbles down our still-joined fists.

He slumps under me, breathing heavily. He leans up to kiss me, licking the cum from my cheek with a chuckle, then rolling to me the side and onto his shoulder.

“You don’t even know whose cum that was,” I huff, trying to catch my breath.

“Don’t care,” he laughs, running a finger through two clearly separate stripes on his chest and licking it. “I’ll get you a cloth in a moment.”

“Or we could shower,” I laugh. “And do it again.”

“We need to get some sleep soon,” he grins. “Tee off tomorrow in a few hours.”

Ugh, we are in the middle of a tournament, aren’t we.

28

GAVIN

Iwake before my alarm, TJ still tangled around me, one leg thrown over mine, his breath warm and even against my collarbone. I lie there a long moment just watching him sleep, something settled and unfamiliar sitting in my chest where the old dread usually lives.

He wakes slow, blinking up at me, and the smile that spreads across his face when he remembers where he is nearly undoes me before I’ve even had coffee.

“Morning,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning.” I kiss his forehead. “We’ve got tee times in three hours.”