Free Drawing Closer by Jane Davitt Page B

to enjoy it.
    Then Charles' head jerked up and his hands flexed and clawed at the tiled wall. "Gray -- fuck me."
    Had he sounded like that to Charles the night before? That desperate, that hungry? Gray
    shuddered and slid one hand up to Charles' chest, seeking out the racing thump of his heartbeat,
    feeling the pulse of blood echoed a spilt second later around his cock. He felt joined, connected,
    part of Charles.
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    Then Charles pushed back, impatient and needy, taking what he wanted and getting every inch of
    Gray's cock inside him.
    "Oh, you..." Gray muttered. "You..." His hand raked down, drawing a guttural cry of surprise from Charles as Gray's nails dug into skin, and he grabbed hold of Charles' cock.
    Hard, heated skin to touch, smooth tightness to fuck -- Gray leaned over and bit down on
    Charles' neck, just where it met his shoulder, sucking and mouthing at the skin as his hand
    squeezed and his hips rocked gently, slowly.
    "My way," he whispered, knowing Charles could hear him. "We do this my way."
    Charles cried out, a soft, keening sound that went straight to Gray's balls, tightening them,
    making them ache. Oh, he liked hearing Charles sound like that...
    He wasn't sure how much longer he could do slow, though.
    The soaked, tropical air inside the cubicle was making him feel dizzy, each gasped breath coating
    his mouth with water. Charles was still, his body trembling, as if it was costing him not to move.
    Gray let his hand slacken a little around Charles' cock. "Fuck my hand," he said, wanting to see what Charles would do.
    Exactly what he'd told him to.
    Shifting forward, Gray closed his eyes as Charles, keeping to the exact speed Gray had been
    using, tilted his hips forward and back, his breath ragged as Gray's hand and cock gave him what
    he needed.
    "Oh, God, you feel good." If he was supposed to hold it together, he was going to fail, because this was just too much. "Charles--"
    He stopped playing whatever game had begun when he wasn't looking, and took hold of Charles'
    hips, slamming into him over and over, letting Charles arch his back and spread his legs until each
    thrust was easy and smooth.
    Perfect angle, perfect view. Even now, with his body shivering and screaming for release, Gray
    could appreciate the strength and elegance of Charles' back, accentuated by a wholly unexpected
    tattoo on one shoulder blade; a small circle, the border a twisted, intricate rope design, the center
    blank. Gray could have covered it with the ball of his thumb.
    "Can... move now... Charles..." he gritted out, half the words lost because his mind was sparking and shorting out.
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    Skin. Hot, hot skin. Sounds. Gasping, pleading moans, coming from both of them...
    "Oh, God, oh, yes --"
    This was better; both of them finding a rhythm within a few strokes, a frantic, fast rhythm that
    Gray couldn't sustain for long.
    He came hard and silently, his mouth open on a moan that couldn't force its way out of his body,
    wracked in a climax intense enough to have him forgetting how to do anything but push forward,
    needing to be as deep inside Charles as possible.
    When he'd recovered enough to remember how to breathe, he eased out, peeling the condom off
    and letting it drop with a messy splat to the floor of the shower.
    "That was--"
    "Gray--"
    Charles turned, his eyes wild, his lip swollen and bleeding where he'd bitten it.
    "Finish this, or tell me I can."
    "You didn't come?" Gray blurted out, feeling a stab of hurt and shame, because he'd thought
    Charles had -- they had -- together-- fuck, why hadn't he?
    Incomprehension followed by exasperation passed over Charles' face. Gray wasn't sure which
    way it was directed. "Never mind." Charles' hand dropped down and he jerked himself off as
    Gray watched, coming too fast for Gray to have time to formulate a way to say, 'Need a hand
    with that?' which didn't sound like a joke.
    Charles leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, and then shook