Free The Bones of Summer by Anne Brooke

Craig stopped him.
    “Not yet,” he whispered. “We won't be needing them for a while.”
    He kissed a slow journey down from Paul's mouth, over his throat and Adam's apple, along the line of his shoulders and across his chest. Craig used his lips and tongue, sometimes nibbling with his teeth in places where Paul wasn't scarred or where it wouldn't hurt him. All the while Paul panted, gasping and, once, letting out a soft cry that he cut off almost as soon as it started.
    “Hush,” Craig murmured. “Try to be quiet. We don't want to wake Andrea.”
    Paul nodded, and Craig could see his boyfriend's sweat and his own saliva glistening on his body. He eased his tongue down Paul's belly, remembering as he did so the last man he'd been with here in Devon. Michael. Michael . Funny how that memory didn't seem to matter as much tonight. Funny too how Craig had only allowed it back into his mind today.
    Trying not to think too much, he ran his tongue around Paul's belly button and then buried his mouth into the wiry depths and darkness of his pubic hair. Paul gasped again, and Craig could feel the urgency of his cock rubbing against his face.
    “Please,” Paul whispered, raising himself from the bed. “Please....”
    “Soon,” Craig murmured. “When I'm ready. And only then.”
    Then he took Paul's cock into his mouth. After a while, Craig eased him sideways, laying down so Paul could take his swollen cock into his mouth too. Which he did eagerly and with a groan of pleasure. Craig almost lost it then, but managed somehow to hold on to his spunk. For at least a little longer.
    Finally, the salty punch of him filled Craig's mouth, just as he came in Paul's. When neither of them had anything left to swallow, for the moment, they lay trembling and sweating, hot and dirty, next to each other. Paul was whispering words of thanks, words of love, and Craig smiled to hear them.
    They continued to lie there for a while, staring up at the beams on the ceiling. Without warning, Craig started to laugh and then stifled the sound at once before Andrea could hear it.
    “What is it?” Paul whispered, his breath warm now against Craig's face. “Go on; share the joke.”
    “It's nothing,” he whispered back. “It's just that I've never felt so at ease with someone so soon as I do with you. God, Paul, but you're so hot.”
    Another snort of laughter escaped him, and Paul started to laugh as well, the two of them pressing their hands to their mouths and holding each other.
    A sudden sound from along the landing stopped their fit. A door clicked open and footfalls creaked on wood. Another door opened.
    “It's okay,” Craig mouthed. “She's just using the bathroom again. That's all.”
    They waited, gazing at each other, the sweat still shining on their skin. At last the toilet was flushed and Andrea safely installed in her room once more.
    “She must have seen our light on,” Paul said. “Under the door.”
    Craig shook his head. “Maybe not. Her eyesight was never that good. And she's older now.”
    After a while he began to make love to Paul again. This time, he needed a condom and made Paul lie on his back, legs raised, so Craig could see his eyes when he entered him. He loved the way that pleasure and wanting chased themselves over Paul's face, the way he pressed himself up against Craig until he was deeper inside Paul than he'd been in any man, and the way he gasped when Craig rubbed his cock to greater hardness. Most of all though, he loved the look Paul wore when he came: as if a door had been opened and he might see everything the other man was if he chose to. Craig spread the spunk over his own chest and a moment later he came too.
    A while after that, just before he fell asleep, Paul murmured his name once. As if committing it to memory. “Craig.”
    Their lovemaking had been explosive. Honest too, in a way he'd never known. The kind of feeling Craig had never experienced before—or only once—and which he knew he