Free The Stars That Tremble by Kate McMurray Page B

strings, using vibrato and volume changes to express just the right emotion.
    Gio pushed at Mike until Mike lay on his back on the bed. Gio reached for his nightstand. He realized he hadn’t asked what Mike wanted, but as soon as Mike had enough space to do so, he stripped off his boxers and pulled his legs apart. And there it all was, Mike’s hard cock lying on his abdomen, his balls already drawn up toward his body, and that space between his cheeks exposed and waiting for Gio.
    Gio’s mouth went dry.
    He wanted to do this right. He got what he needed from the drawer and then crawled on top of Mike, who grinned and put his arms around him. Gio shifted his hips and slid his cock against Mike’s, which pulled groans from both of them. Arousal moved like a shiver up Gio’s spine. He looked down at Mike and smoothed some of his soft hair away from his face. Mike had beautiful eyes with long lashes, and they sparkled in the dim light of Gio’s bedroom. Gio was breathless, powerless against the force of what was happening between them.
    He kissed Mike and thrust against him. Mike curled his body to meet his thrusts. Everything about this was hot and electric. It was heady and mind-melting too, but Gio still desperately wanted to be inside Mike, wanted to make them both fall to pieces. He grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount on his fingers. He had to shift away from Mike a little to drag his fingers over Mike’s entrance. Mike moaned.
    They kissed as Gio prepared Mike. Mike somehow got a hand between them and wrapped it around Gio’s cock. “Yes,” Mike murmured. “Yes. I want this.” He gently squeezed Gio’s cock as if to emphasize what he was talking about.
    When Gio was sliding three fingers in and out of Mike and Mike had hooked his hands around his knees to pull his legs back and was all but begging for Gio to just fuck him already, Gio rolled on a condom and positioned himself above Mike. He pressed the head of his cock against Mike and pushed inside slowly. It took everything he had not to rush this, not to thrust forward too much and risk hurting Mike, not to go crazy and let it all go yet. He would, he would let himself fall apart or be destroyed, but not quite… not just yet. This time was for exploring, for getting to know, for adjusting to the tightness of Mike’s body and the scent of his sweaty skin and the vibrations of his chest as he groaned.
    Then he was seated inside Mike and pressing Mike’s knees to his chest and Mike was below him wearing an expression of delirious ecstasy, his eyes rolled back and his mouth agape. Gio wanted to make this man feel every crazy thing that Gio himself felt. He paused to get used to the sensation, to let himself feel and understand that he was inside Mike, that Mike’s big body surrounded him, that this was not just a furtive sexual fantasy in the middle of the night. Then Gio moved.
    The third movement of most concertos was usually fast again, moderato or a presto , con brio or più allegro . The tempo changed to keep the audience interested, to pleasure their ears and their hearts, to make them sit on the edge of their seats and pay attention. It was loud and beautiful and triumphant.
    Gio’s body seemed to move of its own accord, thrusting and grabbing and arching, moving in and out of Mike with the speed of a violin bow across the strings of the instrument during the last movement of a piece. He started losing his grasp on all semblance of grace or control and instead just let loose on Mike, giving him all he had. Mike grabbed at him, sunk his fingers into the skin of Gio’s ass, tugged at his hair, clutched at his arms. Mike threw his head back and uttered nonsense. He shifted his hips to meet Gio’s thrusts, telling him he needed more when Gio thought he had nothing left to give.
    There was a tempo change again, everything faster, vivacissimo appassionato , all of it lively and fierce and passionate. Gio kissed Mike but their lips couldn’t