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to come.
    Running his lips over the ridges of Wash’s abdomen, Rhodes
paused to dip his tongue into the depression of his bellybutton, loving the way
his stomach muscles jerked in response. He knelt between Wash’s knees and
hooked his fingers into the waistband of his partner’s underwear. Wash raised
his hips and Rhodes stripped the fabric down until it tangled around his
thighs.
    Wash was beautiful. His cock was perfect, long and straight,
the tip weeping with need. Wash’s brown skin, slick with sweat, shone dark gold
against the white comforter. Wash’s chest heaved in an effort to breathe, the
muscles working just under the surface.
    Unable to resist touching any longer, Rhodes mentally
promised himself that he’d look his fill at Wash afterward. For now, he had to
feel him.
    He wrapped his hand around Wash’s cock, watching his face.
The look of unbearable ecstasy on his partner was as arousing as the feel of
rigid, hot flesh beneath his fingers. Rhodes closed his eyes, not able to look
and keep his control intact. The darkness just magnified the feel of Wash’s
erection, the way it throbbed and burned against his fingers.
    “Rhodie.” Wash’s rasp brought Rhodes’ eyes open. “If you
don’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I swear I’m going to kill you.”
    If he thought he could hold off, Rhodes would have tortured
Wash some more. As it was though, five seconds sounded about right. He released
Wash and slid off the bed. Wash made a protesting sound.
    “Just getting us both naked,” Rhodes reassured him in a
breathless growl, stripping off Wash’s boxer briefs before yanking down his
own. As he stepped out of the fabric tangled around his ankles, Rhodes jerked
open the drawer in his bed stand. The lube was easy to grab but the condoms had
worked their way to the back of the drawer after Rhodes’ long dry spell, so he
had to dig for those. The panicked thought that he was out crossed his mind,
that this wasn’t going to happen after all, but then his fingers closed around
a packet.
    With enormous relief, he tore it open with his teeth and
rolled the condom on. As he squeezed lube into his hand, Rhodes noticed that
Wash was watching with hungry eyes. Widening his stance, Rhodes closed his fist
around the end of his shaft and spread the lube to the base with slow, slippery
fingers. His show was rewarded by a needy moan from Wash.
    “Turn over,” Rhodes ordered, his voice rough. Wash obeyed,
shifting to his hands and knees. Moving to kneel behind his partner, Rhodes’
breath caught at the sight of Wash’s round ass smoothly curving into the line
of his back. For a second, he was almost afraid to touch him, as if Rhodes’
hand could mar the perfection that was Wash.
    “Fuck me!” Wash pleaded and Rhodes grinned, the spell
broken. With one lube-slick finger, Rhodes nudged at the puckered opening of
Wash’s ass, feeling it open up and allow him in. Wash groaned as the digit
penetrated and Rhodes paused.
    “No, it’s good! Keep going!” Wash gasped, arching his back
and thrusting to impale himself farther. Reassured, Rhodes nudged in another
inch, sweat prickling the back of his neck at the tight squeeze of Wash’s body
around his finger. If having just a finger inside him felt this good, the
thought of having his cock buried deep in Wash’s ass made Rhodes grit his teeth
around a groan.
    He moved his finger in and out until the tight grip of
Wash’s ass eased a little. Nudging in a second digit, Rhodes tried to go
slowly, to keep from grabbing Wash’s hips and jamming his cock deep into his
body. Sucking in a harsh breath, Rhodes fought the need down, reminding himself
that, although it might not be Wash’s first time, it was damn close to it.
Twisting and spreading his fingers, he felt Wash’s hole gradually relax around
the intruders.
    “Okay?” he grunted.
    “Yeah,” Wash said, shoving his hips back to meet the plunge
of Rhodes’ fingers. “Fuck me now, please !”
    A roar