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When Ap's hand wrapped around his cock, he was
startled; he hadn't even realized he'd gotten hard. He
wasn't sure he wanted to come, if he wanted to do that
much.
But then Ap whispered the word across his neck,
breath hot on his skin. "Come."
His body convulsed, spunk spraying from him at that
single, soft word. He felt Ap jerk against him, coming.
Greg blinked, the room swimming before his eyes. Ap
slid away and turned him, drew him up against the solid
body.
He wrapped his arms around Ap, held on. "Stay?"
"I'm not going anywhere, Greg."
"Thank you." He just needed to rest for a little while.
Right here.
He thought Ap would let him.
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Ap watched the early morning sunlight on Greg's
bare skin. Stunning. And his. Greg looked so at peace as
he slept.
The bare skin was fascinating -- the look almost
alien, totally submissive. It made him ache. He reached
out, slid his hand over the smooth skin. He could touch
every inch and then touch it all again until the end of
time.
Greg moaned, shivered, and pushed closer. Ap loved
that, the instinct to push toward him instead of pull
away. He dropped a kiss on Greg's shoulder and moved
his hands softly over Greg's back, admiring the welts the
crop had left on the lovely skin.
Greg whimpered softly, wrapped around him,
obviously comforting himself.
"I've got you, boy." He pressed another kiss to Greg's
skin, this time on his boy's skull.
"I slept hard. I didn't dream."
"That's a good thing, hmm?" No nightmares, no
things that went bump in the night.
"Yes. I think so."
He kissed Greg's skull again. It was so hot without
the hair to hold that heat in.
"Oh, God." Greg's hand rose up, touched the bare
skin.
"Mmm. You're stunning." He slid his own hand over
Greg's skull, over Greg's face without its eyebrows. He
wouldn't let Greg think for a minute that Ap didn't find
him absolutely beautiful, and fascinating, too.
"I'd forgotten."
"Yeah? You really are stunning like this. Your eyes
are huge." He kissed one missing eyebrow.
"It's hard to breathe."
"You've been breathing just fine all night long." Ap
covered Greg's mouth and blew air into his lungs.
Greg gasped, eyes wide.
"See? Breathing."
"Yeah." He could feel Greg pulling into himself.
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It made him take a kiss, hard and sure. He was right
there; Greg didn't need to go anywhere.
There was going to be guilt today. He knew it. Greg
had submitted yesterday, given in, and today he was
going to stress it. Ap's job would be to help Greg work
through that as quickly as possible, to come out the
other side much happier.
He kept touching the man's scalp, underarms, crotch,
the smooth skin. They felt amazing under his touch,
silky, warm.
"I...I need to get up."
"Not until I say so."
Greg growled, the sound making him happy, that
Greg trusted him enough to fight. He kept touching,
kissing Greg's forehead, his skull.
"I have to get up." Greg's arms wrapped around
himself. And Ap wrapped his arms around Greg,
holding on tight. "I have to get up and move."
"I'm not letting you run away."
Greg struggled, pushing him. "Let me go, man."
"No. No, you're mine, and I say you're staying." He
licked along Greg's cheek.
Greg growled under his breath, almost fighting Ap
physically now. Ap wrapped one leg around Greg's,
further anchoring his boy to him.
"I need to get up." Greg was beginning to pant for
him.
"I'm not going to bother to say no again." He nipped
at Greg's lower lip, his fingers stroking the small of
Greg's back. The scars from the surgery were straight,
flat, tickling his fingertips. He traced them, danced his
fingers through them and around them.
"My... Tim used to say they were his, those scars. I
didn't think about him yesterday, at all."
"And now you're feeling guilty." Suddenly, Greg's
need to get up, to run, made even more sense. It was less
what they'd done, what Greg had let him do, and more
that Greg had become completely lost in it.
Greg shrugged. "I don't know."
Ap snorted. "That almost sounded like 'okay'."
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"It wasn't." Growly boy.
"But it was you fobbing off my question." He kept
touching, refusing to let Greg pull into himself.
"I loved him. I forgot about him."
"That doesn't mean you don't love him; it means
you're healing. I doubt he'd want you to be miserable for
the rest of your life." Not if the man had loved Greg in
return.
Greg groaned, hid that bald face in his hands.
"No. No hiding from me. You can't anymore anyway.
You're exposed now."
"Stop it! Leave me alone! You're always here!"
Oh, there. He almost smiled. It felt so good, to have
Greg trust him with this.
"I am. And so are you."
"I NEED UP!" The roar was impressive.
He wrapped his leg tighter around Greg's and shook
his head. "No." Come on, he thought, fight me on it.
Really let go.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Greg's muscles bunched as he
screamed, Greg twisting and tugging at his grip.
"Not nice to call me names."
"Let me go! You bastard! You made me fall in love
with you!"
Oh. Ap felt like he'd been hit in the stomach, except
that it was a good punch, one that he'd wanted, even
though he'd kept that want from himself. He kissed the
top of Greg's head again, then over Greg's left eye and
held on even tighter.
"I hate this." Greg sobbed softly, fighting him.
"No you don't. You think you should, but you don't,
and that's what's hard." He ran a single hand up and
down Greg's spine, holding on with the other.
"You have to let me go." Greg's arms wrapped
around him, held him tight.
"I absolutely do not. You're mine, Greg. My boy."
Greg had to hear that as much as he needed to feel Ap's
touches; the man needed to know he belonged.
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Greg moaned, tears staining the sweet cheeks.
Bending, Ap licked them from Greg's skin, tasting the
fear and the pain and the need along with the salt.
"I don't know what to do."
"You're doing it, Greg. You're dealing with your life,
with your pain."
"I'm tired of dealing with shit. I'm tired and angry."
"Tell me about the anger."
"What?" Greg stilled, stopped moving for a second.
"Why are you angry?" He would dig and dig until
Greg had given everything up to him.
"Because I am. Because I... I'm lost in this. It's good."
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