Free Crashing the Net by Samantha Wayland

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    Mike’s tongue twined with his, his hands rubbing over Alexei’s shoulders. Down his back. His legs came up to hug Alexei’s ribs. Alexei hooked his elbow behind one of Mike’s knee and pinned it to his chest. His other hand fisted around his own cock, desperately trying to force back the ferocity of his need while guiding the head to press against Mike.
    Mike fingers scrabbling across Alexei’s back as a high whine leaked from his throat. Their mouths parted on a gasp. “Yes, please, please, please Alexei.”
    Alexei’s head spun, trying not to allow Mike’s demands, his pleas, to distract him as he pressed forward, trying to be gentle. To go slow. It was almost impossible when every nerve in his body screamed at him to take.
    Mike lifted his hips, twisting, pushing back. Alexei dug his fingers into Mike’s thigh, trying to still him and probably only succeeding in leaving bruises, then shoved forward into unbelievable tight heat. With another push, he sank all the way to the root.
    “Jesus, Michael.”
    “Oh god, yes. Finally. ”
    Alexei chuckled at the relieved cry until he caught Mike’s gaze and the sound died. His mouth went dry.
    Mike wrapped his hands around Alexei’s neck, thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and pressed his lips to Alexei’s. Alexei fell into the kiss, suddenly lost. Always, in the past, this was the part where his focus would hone down to one thing, one function, and the pleasure to be derived from that. From fucking.
    But Mike confused the shit out of him.
    Alexei’s hips moved—he couldn’t have stopped that if he’d tried—and Mike’s rose to meet them. The groans and gasps and the dull sound of bodies bumping against one another were all the same. But the kiss didn’t end. Alexei couldn’t stop clutching his friend closer.
    God, he was such an idiot. He was making love to Michael.
    His strokes got longer. Deeper, dragging out the pleasure. The sounds louder, but still his mouth was sealed to Mike’s. Alexei shifted and the head of his cock glanced over Mike’s prostate. Mike threw back his head and sucked in a deep, desperate breath before letting it out with a howl.
    “ Alexei !”
    Alexei latched onto Mike’s neck. His collarbone. His shoulder. He thrust harder and faster, trying to nail that spot every time. Trying to give Mike what he needed, so that he could hear his name endlessly in increasingly desperate cries.
    Alexei loved that sound. It dragged him to the edge. He’d been close from the moment they’d started this, but now teetered on the precipice. He held on through sheer will because Mike had to go with him.
     
    Mike felt like he was coming apart at the seams.
    Nothing he’d done to himself had prepared him for the feeling of Alexei stretching him open. Moving inside him. Stroking his cock over Mike’s sweet spot.
    He bit his lip, trying not to make so much damn noise, but it was no good. He had to let it out. He wanted Alexei to know. Hell, he’d tell all of Moncton if he could.
    “God, Alexei. Do it. Harder. Please .”
    Alexei’s expression fierce as he reared up onto his knees and pinned Mike’s knees to his chest, tilting his ass higher. “Are you sure?”
    The rough timbre of Alexei’s voice sent a shiver down Mike’s bowed spine. “Holy shit, are you kidding me ?”
    He thought he heard Alexei chuckle, but would never be sure because the next thrust blew his fucking mind. He gasped, wondering deliriously, joyously , as if Alexei had literally punched the air from his lungs. The grip on his thighs was bruising, perfect, but not as mesmerizing as Alexei’s face as he stared down to where their bodies were joined.
    Stars burst to life in the edges of Mike’s vision with every thrust. He writhed. Shouted insensible, possibly insane things when Alexei grabbed his hips and lifted him higher.
    Alexei punched his hips forward again.
    Mike’s world went white and he bellowed Alexei’s name. He shook with the strength of his climax, hot