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  Heat rose inside Paul’s body, blazed along his nerves and assaulted his senses. He became lost in the wonder of Scott’s mouth, kissing him deeply over and over until he almost lost his breath. He pressed Scott back on the bed, lowered one hand to his fly and felt his growing erection.

  “You’re cock is hard.” He smiled at the realization. “You want me, don’t you?”

  Scott nodded his head and reached for Paul’s bare chest. He tweaked his male nipples until they were tiny hard points so sensitive to his touch that he evoked a shiver from Paul.

  Paul fondled Scott’s cock through the fabric of his jeans, raking his nails along his zipper, arousing Scott to the point that he finally caught Paul’s teasing hand. Paul chuckled and grasped the zipper pull on Scott’s fly. He lowered the zipper slowly, feeling Scott’s hard cock push against his fingers urging release from the tight confines. Slowly, Paul delved his fingers inside Scott’s fly, pushed aside his underwear and released his engorged cock.

  Scott released a loud breath. “Oh, man!”

  Paul snickered and stole a peek at Scott’s hard cock. He traced one fingertip along its hot length, then raised his finger to circle the bulbous head. “You’re cock is beautiful. I love to touch it.” He drew in a quick breath and bit his bottom lip. “I’ve had many dreams about you over the past month.” He turned his gaze on Scott lying on the bed, his shirt open, his cock poking through the opening in his jeans. “Most nights I wake up in a cold sweat, my cock hammer hard and my gut tied in a knot after I’ve imagined you here with me.” He leaned down and covered Scott’s mouth with his own. He kissed him roughly, pressing his lips tightly against Scott’s.

  Scott cupped the back of Paul’s head and firmly returned the passionate kiss. He brought his other hand to Paul’s crotch and grasped his cock in his fist.

  Paul groaned and parted his legs, giving Scott more room to fondle his cock. The touch of his hand was exquisite. His fingers were long and stroked his balls with an urgency that belied his own arousal as he continued to press his lips firmly against his mouth.

  The noise beyond the bedroom door continued to seep through the thin walls but Paul had managed to ignore it since Scott had agreed to spend the night. He concentrated all his attentions to pleasing Scott and fulfilling all his rampant desires. He had imagined so many things since Scott left him—his returning and their subsequent rejoicing, their coming together in a heated sex bout, the long drawn out orgasms…

  “I think it’s time you took off my jeans,” Scott whispered, his chest heaving with exertion. “I want to feel your naked body pressing against mine, Paul.”

  Paul released the snap on Scott’s waistband and pushed the tight jeans off his hips. Scott kicked off his shoes and turned on his side so Paul could pull his pants off his legs.

  “Let me look at you,” Paul whispered. He stroked his hand along Scott’s naked thigh, brought it upward to his crotch and traced his fingers around Scott’s balls. “I love your body.” He shivered. “I could stroke you all day.” He raised his hand, skimmed his palm across Scott’s hard abdomen.

  Scott sighed and stretched out on the bed. He folded his hands beneath his head and closed his eyes. “Touch every inch of me. I’m hungry for the attention.”

  Paul cocked an eyebrow. He was so hot his balls were beginning to ache but Scott’s words lodged curiously in his brain. “You haven’t been with anyone…since we—”

  Scott opened his eyes and rolled his head toward Paul. “No. I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up, Paul.” He stared at Paul. “I never should have left you.”

  Paul’s lower jaw dropped open. He stilled his hands on Scott’s body. For an instant he thought about the sexual episode with Mitch Wilson out in the yard earlier that evening. If Mitch hadn’t surprised him by poking his hand down his pants, he wouldn’t have let him jerk him off. His brows drew together. “I was with someone briefly—but it didn’t mean anything,” he muttered.

  Scott stiffened. He raised his upper body to lean on one elbow. “You’ve found someone else?” There was hurt in his voice.

  “No,” Paul quickly replied. He reached one hand to Scott’s inner thigh and caressed his flesh. “Mitch Wilson jerked me off—unexpectedly this evening.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I was caught off guard—and since it had been over a month since we were together—” He halted his words, staring at Scott and wondering why he had opened his mouth. The episode with Mitch hadn’t meant a damn thing and yet he somehow felt compelled to reveal it to Scott. “I guess I was just too fucking horny to stop Mitch when he grasped my cock.”

  “It’s okay,” Scott said in a soft voice. He stroked Paul’s cheek with one fingertip. “It’s my fault you were so vulnerable.” He stared at Paul. “You didn’t…jerk him off…in return, did you?”

  Paul shook his head. “No. I couldn’t believe I shot juice all over the yard so quickly either.” He smiled at Scott, feeling relieved that Scott still cared for him. “I’ve no interest in a relationship with Mitch—or anyone except you, Scott.” He leaned down and kissed his ropy abdomen.

  Scott splayed his fingers atop Paul’s head. “Suck me, will you? I’ve dreamed of your mouth on me…”

  Chapter Nine

  Scott’s hard cock was hot and long. It slid to the back of Paul’s mouth, touched his throat as he closed his lips around it. He sighed and held the stick of flesh between his lips for a moment, savoring the feel. It was sheer delight to have Scott in his bed—their bed. He couldn’t get past the fact that Scott was back and they were in the throes of passion.

  Scott arched his back, grabbed Paul’s head with both hands and began to thrust into his mouth. “Oh God! It feels so fucking good! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

  Paul sucked Scott’s cock and fondled his balls. The rapid thrusting against his mouth sent his own senses soaring. When Scott slid one hand into his crotch and wound his fist around his cock, he thought he would explode with happiness. His fingers were tight and hot and the more he moved his fist up and down his hard length, the more he delighted in his return.

  It had been lonely without Scott. The nights were long and tedious. At times, he had resorted to taking sleeping pills just to get some rest. His thoughts were of Scott most of the time and it had begun to show in his studies. He had lost his appetite despite the pangs of hunger that gnawed at his belly. At one time, he had considered quitting college and going home, but the thought that he would be putting almost a thousand miles between himself and Scott had deterred that notion. Finally, now he could put all those silly notions aside. Scott was back and they would resume their relationship.

  Scott bucked his hips against the bed, tightened his fingers in Paul’s hair. “Oh shit!”

  Paul knew Scott was on the brink of climax. He was sweating and the rapid thrusting against his mouth had increased in speed. He clutched his lover’s buttocks in both hands and rode out the storm, sucking his cock to orgasm. When the moment arrived, he felt happy for Scott. Hot semen gushed into Paul’s mouth, splashed against the back of his throat and fell down his neck. Scott drove his cock hard into Paul’s mouth, arched his back and wiggled his ass as the orgasm bloomed. “Oh my God!”

  Paul held Scott’s cock in his mouth while Scott savored the intensity of the orgasm and the waning assault on his senses. His muscles tensed, then relaxed. He breathed a loud sigh and collapsed on the bed. Paul tongued Scott’s cock a few more times before releasing it from his mouth. He gazed upward along Scott’s prone body. His beautifully muscled chest was heaving. His nipples were tight. He leaned across his chest and touched the tip of his tongue to one taut nub.

  Scott giggled and grasped Paul’s head. He held his mouth to his nipple. “You give good head.” His voice was a low toned whisper.

  “Welcome back.”

  Scott released a long breath. “I’m sorry, Paul. I’m sorry I gave you such anguish.”

  “Hush,” Paul insisted, stroking Scott’s chest. He trailed his hand down his
abdomen and onto his thigh, then inched his fingers into Scott’s crotch, fondling his balls. “You’re here and that’s all that matters.”

  “We should talk.”

  Paul raised his head and stared down at Scott. A bit of unease filtered through his insides. Was he wrong to think that Scott had returned to be with him again? He leaned down and kissed Scott, licking his lower lip before pulling his mouth away. “We should fuck, Scott. We should fuck and put everything unpleasant behind us. Turn over.”

  Scott didn’t dispute Paul’s words but rolled to his stomach instead.

  Paul got to his knees and straddled Scott’s naked body. He slid his knees between Scott’s thighs and pushed his legs apart. Drawing in a deep breath, he grasped Scott’s buttocks in either hand and pushed them apart. “Aha.” He poked two fingers inside Scott’s butt hole, working them round at first, then thrusting them deep inside his hole. “This is the part I love best about you, buddy.” His cock was hard and he was ready to take Scott. He grasped his cock in one hand, placed a mouthful of spit on Scott’s round orifice, and placed the round head of his cock against the opening. He shoved inside with one quick jab.

  The warmth of Scott’s body engulfed his cock immediately. He rolled his head back on his shoulders and enjoyed the feel for a moment. The heat penetrated his hard flesh and sent anticipation racing through his body. He began to move, slowly, pushing in, pulling back. The feeling of thrusting into Scott’s hot body grew in intensity with each thrust into his hot cavity. His balls began to ache, needing release. He increased his speed, shoving inside roughly, slamming his crotch against Scott’s bare buttocks. He dug his fingernails into Scott’s ass cheeks, braced his legs against the bed and pumped into the hot ass hole.

  The orgasm came abruptly, knotted his buttocks, and made him draw in a quick breath. He thrust, felt the tingling sensations gather in his balls and then explode throughout his entire being. His body shook, he increased his speed, almost knocking Scott flat on the bed as he felt the depth of the orgasm crash through his body.

  A bead of sweat raced down Paul’s back and disappeared in the crack of his ass. He swiped one hand across the cheek of his ass and pushed Scott’s buttocks forward, pulling his cock out of his butt hole. He sat back on his haunches and tried to catch his breath. “I’ve been dreaming about that fuck for a month.” He glanced up, catching Scott’s gaze as he turned over on the bed. “Sorry. I wasn’t going to bring up the past again, but the sex was incredible. Thanks.”

  Scott chuckled and clasped his hands behind his head.

  Paul crawled to the side of the bed and lay down beside Scott. He reached one hand to Scott’s stomach and circled his belly button with his fingers. “Your skin feels good.”

  “You haven’t made me shower yet.”

  Paul laughed and scratched Scott’s belly. “I’ll try to change for you. I know my compulsive nature was the reason you left me.” He turned his head and looked at Scott. The low light in the room made dark shadows fall across his handsome features making it hard to read his expression. “I promise never to make you shower ever again.”

  Scott turned on his side, facing Paul. He tweaked his male nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You want to know something?”

  “What?”

  “I swore I wasn’t going to admit this—but I actually missed your fucking compulsions.”

  Paul laughed. “Am I supposed to be flattered?”

  “Personally, I’ve always thought you needed professional help.” He leaned his head to Paul’s chest and sucked his nipple into his mouth.

  Paul gasped and arched his body upward. He reached for Scott’s cock. “You’ll make me hard again.”

  “And then we’ll fuck again.”

  Chapter Ten

  Paul braced his knees apart as Scott wet his ass hole. His own cock was bobbing in his crotch, hard, ready. He felt the round head of Scott’s cock press against his orifice then slowly push inside. He balled his fists, grasping the sheet. Scott always hammered him real good, thrust deeply inside his body and lunged hard from the first penetration.

  “You feel tight.”

  “You like a tight hole, don’t you?” Paul chuckled.

  “I like your hole.”

  “Good. I’m glad.” Paul felt relief travel through his insides. They had talked and they had fucked and now that things was good between them again, they would talk about the future—their future. There was only seven months of college left before they both graduated. He wanted to make certain they were together once the diplomas were in hand and they were officially declared attorneys.

  Scott slammed into Paul’s body, rocking his stance on the bed.

  Paul’s thoughts returned to the present and the man ramming his cock inside his ass hole. He felt Scott’s hand leave his buttock and slide along his thigh. He drew in a quick breath, anticipating the hot hand that was headed toward his crotch. Momentarily his suspicions came true. Scott fondled his balls and eventually wrapped his fist around his hard cock. Paul moaned his satisfaction and began to thrust into Scott’s hand.

  The action at Paul’s ass hole and the hot hand jerking him off at his crotch, soon brought orgasm to the fore. He shot semen onto the sheet at almost the same instant that Scott gushed his load into his rear orifice. He panted through his mouth and milked his cock against Scott’s fist. The orgasm was good. It brought peace to his mind and body.

  A loud blast of music sounded beyond the bedroom door, drawing Paul’s attention away from the waning orgasm he was still savoring. His brows drew together. “I guess the party is going to last all night.”

  Scott pushed Paul’s buttocks forward and dislodged his cock. “I feel like celebrating now. We’ve made up. And we’ve fucked. It’s just like old times.”

  Paul turned on his side and looked at Scott. “Will you move back in?”

  “Tomorrow—or tonight if you want to help me.”

  “Hell yes. I’ll help you.” Having Scott move back in sooner than later suited him nicely.

  Scott laughed and pushed Paul back on the bed. He stretched out full length, covering his naked body with his own. “I didn’t mean right now, silly. We can move my things back in the morning.” He nipped at his earlobe. “There are a few things we need to get straight first though.”

  Paul pulled back and stared at Scott. “What things?”

  “Well, first, you need to promise me that you’ll never let anyone jerk you off again—especially Mitch Wilson.”

  Paul erupted in loud laughter. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “No, I’m absolutely serious. If you and I are going to be together forever—”

  Scott’s words slammed into Paul’s brain. His heartbeat quickened. “Forever? Did you just say we are going to be together forever? Are my ears playing tricks on me? Am I still drunk?” He swiped one hand across his face. “Am I hearing things?”

  “You’re not hearing things, and I hope to God you’re not still drunk.” He splayed his fingers amid the dense matt of hair on Paul’s broad chest. “I want to be with you always, Paul.” He drew in a deep breath. “I realize my life isn’t the same without you being with me.”

  Paul caressed Scott’s cheek with one fingertip. “You’re the light of my life. I love you.”

  “And I love you, Paul. I always have—since the first time we met. I took one look at you and thought I’d like to fuck him. And so I did. And I liked it.” He kissed him quickly, barely touching his lips to his mouth. “And I want to keep having sex with you the rest of my life.”

  “What about your music?”

  “My music is part of who I am, Paul, and I can’t give it up. Just as your compulsive behavior is part of you. I don’t expect you to stop being who you are.”

  “I’m so glad to hear you say that.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise to be on guard though. I’ll try to keep my compulsions to a minimum—or at least not involve you like I have in the past. But you mean you’ll quit the band?�
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  “There’s always another band to join. And someday maybe I’ll start my own. But until that time comes, I want to be your law partner as well as your love partner.”

  Excitement gathered inside Paul’s body. A wide grin stretched across his mouth.

  “I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you. I realized you are an extension of me—regardless of how damn compulsive you are.” He chuckled and pressed his chest into Paul’s.

  Paul wrapped his arms around Scott. He stroked his back. It felt like old times—happy times when they made love and talked half the night.

  “Halloween is passing by and we haven’t celebrated it yet.”

  Paul chuckled. “I still have our costumes in the closet.”

  “Promise me you won’t drink another drop.”

  “I promise. In fact, I may never drink again.” He shivered. “My gut feels like I swallowed a bomb and it exploded inside me.”

  “I don’t feel the least bit sorry for you—but then, if you hadn’t gotten drunk out of your mind, I might not have taken pity on you.”

  “And you might not have confessed that you can’t bear to live without me.”

  “You’re so bad!” Scott pushed at Paul’s chest, breaking the tight hold he had on him. “Find those costumes and let’s go celebrate our holiday. It will be the last one before graduation.”

  Paul levered his body off the bed and padded across the room to the closet. He had deliberately kept their costumes merely because he couldn’t bear to throw them out. He flipped the light on in the closet and started sorting through the pile of hiking gear and riding garb at the back of the closet.

  Scott sat on the side of the bed as Paul carried the costumes from the closet. He placed the clothing bag on the bed and unzipped it. A froth of black fur sprang out the opening and Scott eagerly dragged the first black cat costume from the protective bag.