Free Christmas with Danny Fit by Amy Lane Page A

years for a good thing, but Jesse’s friend Emmy proved that some people didn’t even have that long.
    Jesse started out on his hands and knees, like Kit had, but Amy Lane

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    Kit frowned some more. “Can we do this face-to-face?” he asked, pretty sure the mechanics would work. “I want to see you.”
    Jesse turned over then and blushed. “You don’t ask much, do you?” His tone was edgy and impatient, and Kit realized something else about his young lover.
    “I have to be naked, you have to be,” he insisted. Jesse’s grin was a little bitter and a little embarrassed, but then Kit took the lubricant and started doing what Jesse had done—squirting it on his fingers (it had been in bed with them, so it was warm) and then thrusting the fingers inside Jesse’s bottom.
    Jesse’s ass came off the bed, and his head threw back and he moaned. “Oh, God… Kit… that’s good…but… oh… damn… you have no subtle… shit !”
    Kit had thrust deep inside, and he’d found it—the walnut under the skin. He’d read about it, and Jesse had brushed against it, and he found he wanted to see what happened when….
    Jesse’s hands scrabbled on the blankets, and his feet pressed hard into the mattress. “Kit?” he whined, managing to fasten his eyes on Kit’s face. His eyes were wide, and his cheeks were flushed, and he looked… eager and begging and soft.
    Kit hadn’t known his cock would get this hard.
    “Kit, buddy, is there any way you could… uhm… fuck me hard anytime soon?”
    Kit grinned at him and moved his cock into position. For a moment, it looked… threatening. Jesse’s entrance, even stretched by Kit’s fingers, was still small and vulnerable, but Jesse whined, and Kit placed the flared head of his cock against that tight ring and thrust slowly in.

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    Jesse’s ass clamped down on him tighter than anything he could imagine, and Jesse’s body was so hot. Kit groaned and pulled back until his cockhead was stretching Jesse again, and Jesse groaned and begged, “Please, dammit, Kit, please !”His eyes were half-closed now, and Kit thought it was totally worth it to look at his face. He’d never seen anything as breathtaking as Jesse, abandoned to Kit’s body inside his own.
    Kit felt a total sense of the moment as he drove his hips forward hard and watched Jesse throw his head back and howl.
    That worked so well that he did it again. And again. And again. He started thrusting harder and faster and made sure that every time he did, he at least brushed that little nerve bundle that Jesse liked so much until Jesse started begging for something very different.
    “Let me touch you,” he panted, leaning up enough to fondle Kit’s stomach. “Want to touch you!”
    Kit’s technique would go all to hell if he did that, but technique wasn’t what Jesse seemed to want. Kit fell forward onto his elbows then and kept moving erratically (he was close, so close, and this new angle was odd, but he was almost there…), and Jesse kissed his neck and stroked his shoulders and whispered wonderful, terrible, obscene things in his ear.
    Kit would admit later, while Jesse was lying with his head on Kit’s very sweaty shoulder, that it was the dirty talk that did him in. The words were filthy and erotic. In fact, the things Jesse was saying were…. Oh God… the images were exactly what Kit was doing ! And it was that reality that sent Kit heaving into orgasm, shuddering, groaning, lunging for that impossible peak and free-falling off it with a grunt and a howl and whoop of triumph as he went.
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    collapsed on the bed and fell out of Jesse so he could pull Jesse right on top of him.
    “Kit?” Jesse panted.
    “Yeah?”
    “You’re not a virgin anymore.”
    “Fucking awesome.”
    Jesse giggled and kissed the corner of his mouth, and Kit