Free Love & Loyalty by Tere Michaels

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    “Just so you know, I'm a product of the eighties and a latex king. Very clean,” Griffin managed between kisses. Jim nodded and pulled Griffin down on top of him, pushed his knees up so Griffin's weight was heavy on his chest.
    It was the perfect position for kissing, the ideal angle for rubbing dick against dick, their respective pairs of underwear both a hindrance and a help to keep from popping off too soon; Griffin supposed it might be where he'd like to live forever.
    The urge to fuck was still there—very strong, very much so—but Griffin felt contentment spreading through his bones, thick and hot. Jim didn't seem in a hurry either, hands tangling through Griffin's hair and down his back.
    Another deep stroke of his tongue and Jim bucked upward; Griffin felt a fire pumping up in his blood and pressed his palms against Jim's shoulders.
    He held him down and kissed him and tasted the breathless moans, and the urge to fuck roared back.
    He attacked Jim's granite jawline and down his neck, running his teeth over the sharp pulse. Vampiric urges swelled up as he tested the strength of his teeth against Jim's skin until he felt the…give…until he felt that he could burst through and taste Jim and yeah, taste him—he wanted to taste him.
    “Put your legs down,” Griffin ground out, shimmying down until he could kneel between Jim's spread-open knees, looking up at that vast landscape of man—desperate, hot, wanting man whose expectation made Griffin smile wickedly.
    “Hold on,” he said as he grabbed the waistband of Jim's underwear and pulled down.

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    Chapter Ten

    Jim grabbed handfuls of the cool comforter beneath him as Griffin pulled his underwear off. They went sailing across the room, and Jim arched his back, unable to even pretend this wasn't exactly what he wanted. Embarrassment made him turn his head to one side, to find a hiding space in the folds of the pillow behind his head.
    “Oh no, no hiding,” Griffin said, his hands dragging down the insides of Jim's thighs and pushing his knees apart again. “Come on, just enjoy yourself.
    Happy birthday and all that junk.”
    There was a cajoling humor to Griffin's voice that he could neither ignore nor resist. Jim blinked and looked up at the other man, at the pleased smile and amused eyes, and nodded.
    He'd let it happen. He'd have a good time. He'd let this very likable young man give him what he wanted and not feel guilty or weird. Happy goddamn birthday to him.
    His body relaxed the slightest bit, and Griffin apparently took this as a sign to go; he leaned down to rub a wet kiss on the lower part of his abdomen.
    Jim exhaled.
    “There you go,” Griffin muttered, sweeping to the side and focusing his kisses on the inside of Jim's left thigh. His dick throbbed in anticipation, but he didn't get pushy, didn't get demanding. He let himself take a second to enjoy someone enjoying his body.
    The left knee got some attention, then the right, then up to the crease where leg met torso. Every muscle Jim worked so diligently in the gym received 64
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    some of Griffin's warm mouth, mapping his body like there was a quiz later and he was determined to get an A.
    Jim babbled appreciatively under his breath as he tried not to twist with need under Griffin's ministrations. Foreplay? Did he remember foreplay? Did he remember this much? The ceiling drew his attention up as Jim tried to zone out on the unmoving blades of the fan.
    “Goodfuckinghell” flew out of his mouth suddenly as all his attention was brought back to the here and now as Griffin surprise deep throated him in one admirable move.
    Jim's eyes went down, locked into the very pleased visage of Griffin Drake, who swallowed him down until his eyes rolled back in his head.
    “Um.” Jim wheezed, forcing his hips to stay on the bed. It didn't last long as Griffin pulled back slightly, just enough to raise himself up and push Jim's legs