Touching Evil

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nut. Don't let him fool you.
You want more coffee?" Greg had made the coffee, because Lord knew he
couldn't.
    "Oh, no eating those, now, sweet boy. Those are too pretty to ruin." Greg nodded, held out the coffee cup with a smile.
    He got it happily, knowing that the squalor would get to Greg
eventually, but happy as hell that he looked so comfy right now. Just a
different place could make some of the tension go away, sometimes.
    Greg pulled some of his books down from the headboard and began
organizing them, sorting them, eyes widening every so often, something
slipping through those long fingers. "Oh, you liked the one about the
Civil War."
    "Yeah. It was full of neat stuff." Like how surgery was done on the
battlefield, but no way was he gonna say that, what with the surgery
book.
    Greg nodded, put the books in order, settled in the middle of all the sheets looking just fine, just relaxed.
    It made him smile. Made him brave Duke, bringing his own coffee
over, and the extra doughnuts, and sit next to Greg on the bed. "Hey."
    "Hey." Greg looked over, hand reaching out then brushing something
off his bottom lip. "It's like the calm before the storm, isn't it?"
    "It is, yeah." Greg tasted like latte and glaze and, well, Duke
hair. Artie grinned. "But I've always been one to take the good where
it comes."
    "Yeah. The alternative sucks." Greg leaned in, licked the corner of his mouth. "You taste so good."
    "Like sugar, huh?" His tongue pushed out, licking Greg's lips in return. "And you taste like coffee."
    "Sugar goes in coffee just fine." Greg stopped, grinned at him.
"Okay, that? Was lame. Funny and true, but lame. Remember I was a
professor, not a lothario."
    "Oh, I liked it, man." Not that he was picky. His idea of a pick-up line had always been, "You wanna?"
    "I wanna." Duke hissed and jumped off Greg's lap as Greg pressed closer. "I mean, I'm glad you liked it."
    "Wait." Archie got up and closed the bedroom door after Duke, the
lock clicking into place. Then Artie did a cannonball, bouncing on the
bed, rolling the mattress crazily.
    Greg rolled into him, laughing hard, gasping when they came together.
    "Mmm." That laugh made him happy deep in his belly. He'd bet Greg
knew it, too, balls to bones. Oh. Balls. Artie thought maybe it was his
turn to smell and taste and feel.
    His neck got attacked, teeth and tongue making him shiver, but
distracting Greg enough to get rid of the shirt, expose that whole long
line of pale skin. Yeah. Oh, man. He scraped Greg's skin with his short
nails, watching goose bumps rise. Then he pushed Greg on his back,
nuzzling just under the right ear.
    Greg moaned low, arching up under him. "Fuck, I feel you."
    "You should. Want to taste you. Touch every bit." He'd waited too
long. And as good as Greg had felt last night? Well, now they were in
his bed.
    Greg's hands splayed across his back, a deep sound pushing out of
the long throat as Greg nodded. "Yes. Less clothes. More skin."
    "Uh-huh." Pants. Shirt. Socks, because not sexy. They were naked in
no time, and Artie celebrated it by sucking Greg's nipples, really
giving them a go. "Taste so good."
    "S ... s ... so good. Artie. Your mouth." He thought there ought to be a prize for getting a professor to babble.
    "Greg." Artie just rubbed, rocked, nibbling, then biting. The little
sounds got louder, deeper, each one asking him for more. Christ, how
long had it been since anyone touched Greg, since Greg got to touch
back? Too long, but he just couldn't complain. If he had to share Greg
with Duke, so be it. But no one else. He slid down that flat, flat
belly, following the trail to glory, just like that.
    "Not letting that cat anywhere near my naked cock, Artie. Not a chance."
    "He can sit on your lap. But that's it, man." There. The prize of
prizes waited for him, and Artie licked at the head of Greg's cock,
tasting the bitter salt and musk flavor. The sheets creaked, twisted in
Greg's fingers, and God knew what Greg saw there, because that long
cock

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