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  Rich nodded his understanding. “Hey, everybody wants to belong to somebody.”

  Morgan met Rich’s gaze, the shame of his admission leaving his eyes. “Yeah?”

  “I think it comes with the territory of being human, Morgan.”

  “Well, anyway, coming face to face with his wife was quite a shock. It took me a while to get myself back together.”

  “And now?”

  “I’m good.” He bent his head to Rich’s, bringing their lips together. Rich willingly accepted his kiss. Mouths opened and lips clung, tongues swept over and greeted each other, engaging in a languid tangle. Breathlessly, Morgan drew back. “Especially now that you’re here.”

  “That’s good to hear. About that test?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m glad you showed it to me. I have one over at the house from about five months ago. We get them along with our physicals for the department. Give me a minute and I’ll get it… along with some lube. I want to make love to you.” Rich shifted a bit, feeling his own cheeks heat. “If you’re willing.”

  Morgan grinned. “God, you’re adorable and oh, yes, I’m willing. Believe me. So willing. But you don’t need to get that stuff. I’ve got lube upstairs in the top drawer of my bedside table.”

  “What about the test results?”

  “I’ll take your word for it.”

  “You will?”

  “Of course. You’re my hero. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

  Rich gave him a grin at the surge of pride that spread warmth through his chest. He urged Morgan to stand. “Upstairs, smarty.”

  Back in Morgan’s bedroom, there was little time wasted getting undressed. Rich’s uniform pants and Morgan’s jeans were shed with surprising speed, both of them laughing and leaping for the bed. They wrestled playfully for a few moments until their lips met. The laughter ended and was replaced by soft, needy moans.

  Morgan settled on his back, his arms around Rich, pulling him close. Rich came easily into his arms and stayed for a time as they contented themselves with long, thorough kisses and the languid undulations of their bodies as heat and desire built between them. Rich pulled away and leaned back, his eyes dark with arousal, his lips kiss-plumped and parted.

  “You are so sexy,” Morgan growled.

  He cupped Rich’s cheek, his thumb tracing a path over his full bottom lip. Rich nipped at his thumb and took it into his mouth. Morgan’s hips lifted restlessly as the sucking sensation Rich applied went straight to his cock. Eyes locked on each other, Rich let his hand wander Morgan’s torso.

  Every glide of his hand caused Morgan’s body to undulate under his touch. Morgan’s breath came in panting puffs. He groaned, his head pushing back into the pillow when Rich’s exploring fingertips lightly pinched one taut nipple. Rich immediately leaned forward, his teeth and tongue teasing Morgan’s other hardened peak.

  Morgan’s hand came up, fingers sliding into Rich’s hair to grip and hold. “Oh. Oh, baby. Please. Yes. Oh, God. Touch me,” he pleaded, his voice husky, deep and desperately eager.

  Rich let his mouth trail across Morgan’s chest to capture and suck his other nipple. Curling his fingertips slightly, he lightly applied his nails to Morgan’s skin and slowly raked them down his torso. Morgan stiffened, his moans strident and immediate as he wordlessly rocked against Rich.

  Letting his hand continue down, Rich gentled his touch at the tender crease of Morgan’s thigh. He sifted and teased through soft, yet wiry pubic hair before wrapping his fingers around Morgan’s cock. Light strokes brought the movement of Morgan’s hips in a counter rhythm as he strove to increase the friction.

  “That’s it, baby. So good. Mmm, so hot,” Rich praised before moving down to slide his tongue over the plump cap of Morgan’s cock. The sweet, heady taste of Morgan’s pre-cum burst upon his tongue and palate, bringing an appreciative groan to his lips.

  “Rich!” Morgan ground out. “If you suck me I’m gonna come. I can’t… not.”

  Rich looked up, his eyes dark and commanding. “That’s exactly what I want. I want to taste you. Suck you down. Come for me.” Holding Morgan’s gaze, he opened his mouth and took Morgan in.

  “Oh, fuck!” Morgan gasped. His hands fisted in the sheets while his head dropped back on the pillow, his eyes scrunching closed.

  Rich could feel Morgan tense and struggle to hold on against the slick slide of his tongue against Morgan’s demanding prick, but his already overloaded nerve endings were screaming for release. One, two, three long up and down movements of Rich’s lips and the maddening wiggle of his tongue had Morgan near frantic. When the suction came it was all over. Morgan screamed.

  Morgan shuddered with every spurt of semen that was drawn from his body. Rich was relentless, going after every available drop until Morgan collapsed boneless and replete against the pillows. He gently cleansed Morgan’s cock and let it slip from between his swollen lips. Lifting up he looked Morgan over, smiling at the unselfconscious sprawl of that fine, tight, little body.

  He slid a large palm up Morgan’s thigh and was rewarded with a shiver and a soft moan. “The ‘I just came my brains out’ look is very good on you but I’ve got something better.”

  “What’s that?” Morgan husked out. His heavy lids lifted, slumberous hazel eyes twinkling.

  “The ‘I just got fucked into the mattress look,’ although I gotta say, this was well worth the detour. You taste so good. A little bitter but mostly salty-sweet and hot. Taste.”

  Rich slid up and set his mouth against Morgan’s. Morgan opened to accept Rich’s tongue and the taste of himself. Moaning, he sent his tongue searching Rich’s mouth, seeking their combined flavor. Even as they kissed, Rich was once more busy.

  He’d found the lube, coated his fingers and was curving them around Morgan’s balls. Morgan spread his thighs wider, accepting the warm slide of Rich’s fingers. He pushed up and started panting when a slick fingertip caressed the tender expanse of skin between his balls and his anus. Rich’s fingertip caressed the fragile wrinkles of skin, petting and teasing before pushing inside. Morgan gasped. Rich could hear the hitch of his breath in his throat.

  “So soft, so good, baby. So hot and tight,” Rich crooned. “Need you so bad. Gonna fuck you so good.” His finger slid easily in and out, the pressure easing as Morgan accepted this first small invasion. “More? Morgan, more, baby?”

  Morgan managed a shaky nod. “Please.”

  Rich complied, stretching Morgan with tender patience until three tightly fluted fingers slid easily in and out of his hole. With every stroke his fingers found the small, spongy gland that sent shock waves zinging down Morgan’s spine, making him moan and thrash.

  He pushed into the sleek glide of Rich’s fingers. “Please, Rich, please, now. Fuck me now.”

  “Since you ask so nicely,” Rich murmured and withdrew his fingers.

  With decisive movements he draped Morgan’s legs over his shoulders and pressed close. The plump head of his leaking cock nudged Morgan’s hole, steady, unrelenting pressure, parting the taut flesh. He pushed in, engulfed in tight, silky heat. Morgan’s whimpering cry was electrifying. A flush of pleasure suffused his skin as Rich eased the thick hard length of his cock within until he was balls deep, every inch buried inside Morgan’s body.

  “Oh, oh fuck. Don’t move,” Rich gasped, holding on against the milking squeeze of Morgan’s sheath. “Don’t move or I’m gonna lose it.”

  They stayed still for a moment, Rich feeling the throb of Morgan’s heartbeat where their bodies joined. He could feel the flutter of Morgan’s channel grasping at his cock. “Feels so good. So tight.”

  “Please can we move now? Gotta move.”

  “Yeah, babe, yeah. Now.” He lowered Morgan’s legs until they wrapped around his waist. Rich slowly withdrew only to slide deep again. Morgan shuddered and whimpered. “Are you okay? Oh, God. Please say you’re okay.”

  “S’good. So good. Don’t stop.”

  Rich took Morgan at his wo
rd, pushing in, drawing back, his hips rocking and rocking in an age-old rhythm. Morgan took up the beat and moved with him. His arms reached for the headboard, using it as leverage to thrust himself onto Rich’s prick, driving it deep with every stroke.

  “God, look at you. So wanton and needy,” Rich ground out.

  “Need it, need you.”

  “Got me, babe. Right here, right here.”

  Rich groaned, his hips driving forward, the pace growing harder and faster. All he could think about, all he could feel, was Morgan and the burning desire to push them both over the edge into bliss. Morgan drew one leg back, opening himself for Rich’s thrusts. It was an act of pure devastation. Rich nearly howled at the open trust and aching need Morgan showed him. His cock swelled impossibly harder, spreading Morgan, forging deep.

  The rhythmic squeak of the bed was accented by breathless whimpers, guttural grunts and moans of needy arousal. A miasma of heat and sweat rose between them. The tartly bitter and musky scent of testosterone-driven passion was a drug, firing their blood.

  Pleasure suffused them. It was an all-encompassing web that entrapped and resonated against their skin. It accompanied every movement but under the surface, just below conscious awareness, it was growing. Their bodies came together like the collision of continents, building a mountain. A mountain made of pure, undiluted pleasure that shook and rumbled until it collapsed, the avalanche taking them under.

  Rich reached for Morgan’s cock, intent on pushing him over, but it was too late. Morgan convulsed beneath him, the hot spray of semen decorating his chest and belly as he cried out. The first forceful grab and squeeze of Morgan’s channel brought Rich to climax, wringing his orgasm from him along with every warm spurt of seed his body could release. Together they shuddered and panted, collapsing spent and sated to rest in each other’s arms.

  “That was amazing, so…” Morgan began.

  “Never felt anything so…” Rich echoed.

  “Good,” they finished together, soft laughter bringing them closer.

  Rich raised his head and looked at the clock radio beside the bed. “Damn. I’ve got to get showered and pick up Matthew.” He looked at Morgan and reached out to stroke a finger over his cheek. “After playing with his cousins all day, Mattie’ll be worn out. Want to join us for an early supper? I’ll bring home pizza and stuff. When Mattie goes to bed we can watch a movie and neck on the sofa.” Rich suggestively wiggled his brows.

  Morgan chuckled. “Sounds like an excellent plan. I’ll bring a salad.”

  “Yummy,” Rich declared, eyes widening with false enthusiasm.

  Morgan’s chuckle turned into a laugh. “Why do I get the feeling that’s exactly what Matt says when Daddy tells him to eat his veggies?”

  “Cause that’s sometimes exactly what happens?”

  “Mmm hmm. So we’re both going to be role models and eat our greens. Yes?”

  “Of course,” Rich agreed and reluctantly eased away from Morgan. He scooted to the edge of the bed and stood, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. Turning back, he looked down at Morgan. “Now you look just right,” he commented, his eyes twinkling. He leaned down, taking a slow, sweet kiss. “Beautiful,” he whispered and with a departing caress, left Morgan, wide-eyed and smiling.

  * * *

  Morgan gave the kitchen door to Rich’s house a couple of cursory knocks before opening it and walking in. He was greeted by the sight of Matthew sitting at the table with the remains of a bowl of cereal. “Hey there, shorty. You ready to go Trick or Treating with Daddy tonight?”

  “Hi Mowgwan! Yep! I’m gonna be a fiweman!”

  “A fireman! Wow! Well, nobody’s gonna be able to compete with that. I bet you’ll scoop up all the candy in the neighborhood.” Morgan reached down to tickle Matt’s ribs. “Promise you’ll share with me?”

  Matt squirmed and giggled. “I pwomise.”

  Rich walked into the kitchen adjusting the fit of his uniform shirt where it tucked into his pants. Morgan took one look and let out a low wolf whistle. He crossed to Rich and leaned forward to give him a kiss. Before their lips could meet, Rich turned his head and moved sideways. Morgan’s kiss just grazed his cheek. Stunned, Morgan stepped back to look at Rich.

  “Not in front of Matthew,” Rich murmured.

  Rich moved to the table to check Matthew’s progress with his cereal. “You doin’ okay, kiddo?”

  “Yeah, Daddy.”

  “Good. We gotta leave in a few minutes. You got your stuff together?”

  “Yep.”

  “Good job.”

  Morgan sat on a barstool in front of the breakfast bar watching Rich and Matt. There were so many emotions fighting for supremacy within he wasn’t sure which one took precedence.

  Rich looked up and frowned. “You okay?”

  Morgan shook his head. “Can I talk to you? Outside?”

  Rich slowly nodded, a look of concern on his face. “Morgan and I will be right outside, Mattie. Finish up your cereal, kiddo.”

  “Okay.”

  Morgan felt Rich at his back and turned to him when the door closed behind them. “What was that all about?”

  “What?”

  “Turning away from me when I tried to kiss you.”

  The look of concern in Rich’s eyes eased. “Oh, that. You had me worried there for a second. Like I said, I don’t think we should do that in front of Matt.”

  “Rich, I was only going to kiss you. Not grope you or wrestle you to the floor and fuck you,” Morgan explained. “You know it’s not unheard of or even frowned upon for parents to show affection in front of their children. In fact I’ve read that in moderation it’s a good thing. While I know I’m not Matt’s parent, I thought we were together, that we had something special.”

  “Morgan, we do have something special. In the past week I’ve come to feel more for you than in months of being with anyone else. It’s just that I don’t think we should confuse Matt.”

  “Confuse him?”

  “With the gay thing.”

  “The gay thing?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Morgan gave Rich a look filled with incredulity “Yeah, I think I do. You’re ashamed of being gay. You’re ashamed of us, of me.”

  “No!”

  “Yes! Admit it, babe. You don’t want your son to know you’re gay. Let me tell you something, Rich. Better he find out now when it doesn’t matter a damn to him than years from now when you finally slip up and he figures it out. Growing up with it, he’ll accept you for the man you are and the issue of your sexuality will be a non-issue just as it should be. If you wait and suddenly spring it on him, you don’t know what might happen.”

  “I didn’t… I wasn’t,” Rich stuttered then near shouted, “I’m not ashamed of us!”

  “Clarissa was going to raise Matt with two mothers. I didn’t know her but I can’t believe you’re any less brave than she was,” Morgan told him solemnly. “There’s a saying, ‘Begin as you mean to go on.’ I’m not asking you to come out at work or introduce me to your friends, but I won’t hide in my own home or in yours either.” Feeling sick, Morgan swallowed hard, turned and took a step toward home. A pair of strong arms surrounded him and pulled him back against a hard chest, a warm and sheltering body.

  “No, I’m not letting you go. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ve never been in this situation before. No one’s ever wanted to be part of my life, my life and Matthew’s.” Morgan heard and felt Rich take a long, stuttering breath. “I’m working without a net here, Morgan. I need all the help I can get. I need you. Don’t go. Please.”

  Morgan felt the inner tension ease and he relaxed back into Rich’s arms. “I need you too. I really, um, like you.”

  Rich snorted a laugh. “For someone who was so outspoken a few minutes ago you’ve suddenly become very mealy-mouthed.”

  “Hey, we’ve all got our own fears to conquer.”

  “Granted and if I had time I’d help you w
ith them now, but I gotta get going.” Rich eased his hold and turned Morgan in his arms. “You gonna be free for lunch?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good. Maybe we can conquer a few obstacles between bites.”

  “Of lunch?”

  “Of you.”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh, yeah.” Rich leaned forward, his lips hovering above Morgan’s.

  Breathlessly Morgan searched his eyes. “You’re gonna kiss me now? What about the neighbors?”

  “Let ’em get their own lover. You’re all mine.” Rich settled his lips to Morgan’s and took what they both needed.

  When Rich and Matthew drove away, Morgan was waving, a bemused but elated grin on his face.

  Chapter Four

  Adjinxska purred, congratulating herself on a job well done. Morgan and Rich were so cute together. Cute, fabulously sexy and learning about each other. She’d listened in on their first big confrontation and was well satisfied at how they’d worked out their differences. They talked and more importantly they listened to each other. They discovered that their feelings for each other were enough to make them want to work together to resolve any problems that came along.

  Rich would be along any minute for their lunch date and much as she wanted to stay and watch, it was time to go. Time to let them get on with it. But before she left, Jinx decided she was going to get a little reward. There was a deliciously yummy tom cat across the street, a more than suitable sexual appetizer before the main meal of Cupid. There was something so very wild and sleazy about cat sex. It made her blood boil.

  Jinx crossed the street, delicate black paws padding silently. She started to weave her way between the houses headed for a particular yard when the back door to the house on her left burst open. A huge, hairy, slobbering beast of a dog burst out.

  “Rambo! You come back here!”

  Every hair on Jinx’s body stood on end. Arching her body she hissed and fled, Rambo hot on her heels. She ran for Morgan’s, heedless of the car that was coming down the street. There was the sudden squeal of tires on paved road. Rambo’s owner was shouting. A car door slammed and then a second voice was yelling.