Free Flare by Posy Roberts Page B

Even getting up and leaving the computer image of Kevin to brush his teeth before bed made Hugo think about their separation.
    For nearly a year they had been together, both knowing almost immediately when they met at the lake last July Fourth that they wanted to be with each other. The days they’d spent apart after Kevin told Hugo about Erin’s terminal cancer had been hell and not just because of the life-altering news that Kevin wasn’t going to finalize the divorce with his wife. Being apart was hard. Even sleeping alone in his own apartment now, Hugo found he hated it. Why was he still holding on to it? What was the point?
    Hugo watched as Kevin shifted in his sleep, wishing he were right next to him, feeling the mattress dip and retreat or the rush of cool air as Kevin hogged the blankets.
    What was Hugo waiting for?
    He decided in that moment as Kevin’s lips parted, mouth becoming slack with sleep, that he had to get rid of his apartment. Less than five minutes later, Hugo was falling asleep, being lulled by Kevin’s steady breathing.
     
     
    I T WAS still dark out when Hugo was awakened by Kevin’s alarm clock. Hugo cracked open an eye against the bedside light he’d never turned off and tapped his computer screen back to full brightness. He watched as Kevin fumbled around to shut off his alarm and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. His back was to the computer, and Hugo watched as he stretched. It was 4:00 a.m. for Hugo. Six for Kevin. He suspected Kevin had forgotten about the computer still being logged into Skype when he stood and headed toward the bathroom to relieve himself, leaving the door wide open. His ass was perfect. It made Hugo smile when he heard Kevin start the shower and walk into the glass enclosure that was reflected in the large mirror. Hugo could see the steam filling the space, Kevin’s body an outline in profile that showed Hugo just how hard Kevin was.
    He felt voyeuristic as Kevin took himself in hand and started to stroke, moaning at the sensation. Hugo rolled to his back, taking a moment to adjust the computer screen so he could still see before shoving his hand beneath his own covers and squeezing his still-drowsy cock to life. He tried to keep pace with Kevin, the steam obscuring more and more of him from view until Kevin accidentally brushed up against the glass with an arm and cleared it.
    In a quick motion, Kevin reached for the lube and coated his fingers. He slipped them in his crack as he continued to move his other hand over his cock. The fact that Kevin fingered his own ass while masturbating was a revelation. For years, Kevin had had zero anal stimulation, until he reunited with Hugo. Kevin had admitted as much to Hugo months prior, saying he never touched himself like that. Hugo told him he should. And now he was fingering himself, and Hugo was loving it.
    Kevin groaned, desire thick in his voice as he turned and pushed his ass out some as if he wanted to get his fingers deeper. Hugo wished the computer was closer or that he had a zoom setting that would get him more up close and personal, but he knew Kevin’s ass well. He closed his eyes to picture the warm skin that tanned to a deep golden bronze in the sun, the way his fingers would be disappearing into that deep-pink pucker that would tightly hold on to his long, masculine fingers.
    When he opened his eyes again, Kevin was in profile, stroking himself, head tilted back in pleasure. The sight was taking Hugo close to the edge quickly. He wished Kevin knew he was watching him.
    Kevin looked as though he was about to come, so Hugo pulled his hand away. He watched as Kevin’s hand flew over the end of his cock. His entire body tightened like a string, and then he was coming, muscles contracting as he shuddered through his orgasm. It was beautiful to watch.
    Hugo started to stroke himself again. His pleasure built.
    It wasn’t intentional, but Hugo couldn’t keep his sounds of desire in. The spray of the shower