Free The Final Act by Bonnie Dee Page B

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    Denny laughed. “Let’s go home then, my poor, sick boy. I’ll put you to bed and make you feel better.”
    In the grubby backseat of the taxi on the way to the hotel, he held Tom’s hand. He resisted the urge to stroke his erection, even though the cab driver had probably seen worse and could probably care less.
    Tom rubbed his thumb in circles on Denny’s palm. He asked questions about the production, then told a few stories about corporate stupidity at his office.
    Once inside the hotel room, Denny reached for Tom again, helping him out of his jacket and loosening his tie. “I’m sorry your work’s been so shitty lately.”
    “Me, too. I’m seriously thinking of changing jobs. I’ve been updating my résumé.”
    “Wow. That serious?” Denny unbuttoned Tom’s shirt.
    “It’s time. I can see things sliding downhill and want to get out before it gets any worse.”
    Tom mirrored his motion and tugged Denny’s shirt off his arms and his undershirt over his head. He spread his hands flat against his chest. How good it felt to have those broad, blunt hands splayed against his skin once more. Denny’s heart raced with joy. Could Tom feel it thumping against his hands?
    Leaning, Tom kissed where his hands had been while he slid them down Denny’s torso and gripped his waist.
    “I guess…” Denny’s breath caught as Tom’s lips drifted south toward his stomach, setting it twitching. “I guess I didn’t realize you were that unhappy with your job. You never really said.”
    Tom looked up from under his thick, dark brows. He pulled his lips away from Denny’s stomach long enough to say, “I didn’t really feel like talking about work. It was more interesting to hear about your rehearsals and all the crazy cast members than talk about a job I hate.”
    How could he have begun to doubt him? It was Tom. His Tom.
    Tom traced his tongue along the trail of hair that led to the waistband of his jeans. Denny moaned and shifted. He ran a hand through Tom’s curly, black hair, and tugged on it lightly, stopping him from going farther.
    “You don’t have to go down on me. You’re not feeling well. Let me take care of you, instead.”
    He finished stripping Tom quickly, tearing his clothes off like a kid eagerly ripping the wrapping from a present.
    Pulling his lover’s naked body into his arms, he kissed him hard and deep, while they shuffled backward toward the bed. They fell on it together in a tangle of arms and legs.
    Denny pushed Tom flat and nudged his legs apart. Kneeling between them, he slid his hands up his inner thighs slowly until Tom was twitching in anticipation. At last he took his cock in hand.
    “Missed you, buddy.” Denny sucked the swollen red head into his mouth, savoring the salty, musky taste and the feel of satiny skin against his palm. He pumped his fist forcefully the way Tom liked and his lover groaned.
    Wetting his fingers, he slid them up the sensitive skin between balls and anus, scratching lightly. He probed the puckered opening with one finger then two, stretching the tight ring of muscle and delving inside. Tom pressed down onto his fingers, moaning and clutching the bedspread.
    Denny’s erection grew even harder at the yearning sound. His cock ached and pushed against his fly as if trying to burst free. But there was satisfaction in denying his body’s needs while he brought Tom off. He enjoyed his man’s pleasure as much as if it was his own.
    He kept up a steady pace while Tom thrust rhythmically into his mouth. Denny worked his fingers even deeper, reaching for the hot spot and finding it. With a cry, Tom froze and shuddered. His cock pulsed and warm jets of come hit the back of Denny’s tongue.
    Swallowing, he released the depleted cock from his mouth and pulled his fingers from Tom’s ass. He rested his head against his lover’s thigh and looked up at his face, appreciating the blissful expression he’d put there. Tom gasped and his eyes were squeezed