By the Numbers by Chris Owen and Tory Temple

slid down lower in Deuce's lap. With one quick bob of his head, he placed his mouth over the tip of Deuce's cock and sucked hard.
    "Oh, shit ." Deuce arched and came, his orgasm slamming into him before he expected it. His hands grabbed at Trey's shoulders and then petted his hair, but all of Deuce's attention was on the way his body was zinging with release, everything pulsing and shaking.
    The soft cotton of Trey's T-shirt caught the warm ribbons of come that Deuce spilled. Trey drew the rest out of him and petted and cleaned him up, seemingly oblivious to the erection that still tented the front of his jeans. The only sign that he might be needy was the slight shake in his hands.
    Deuce got his eyes to focus and reached for Trey. He pulled Trey close and kissed him, still not breathing evenly. "That was unexpected. I love unexpected." He thrust his tongue into Trey's mouth and palmed Trey's cock over the fabric of his jeans.
    "Sometimes I -- oooh." Whatever Trey was about to say dissolved into a sound of pleasure instead. Trey leaned into the kiss and rolled his hips into Deuce's hand. "Sometimes I've been known to surprise people," he whispered. He dropped his hand to cover Deuce's.
    "You can surprise me any time you want." Deuce rubbed and groped for a moment, getting the feel of the hard length under his hand. "I really don't mind surprises." He unfastened Trey's jeans and urged him to slide over and lay back on the couch.
    There was no hesitation at all. Trey lay back dutifully and closed his eyes. "I jerked off thinking about you," he admitted. "Once at home and once at work." He shoved at his jeans until Deuce could clearly see the line of his prick through his boxer briefs. There was nothing small about him.
    "That's amazingly hot." Deuce slid his palms up Trey's thighs and over the fabric, hooking his fingers over the waistband. "I did too, but not at work. I might do that tomorrow." He tugged the boxer briefs down and gathered Trey's erection in one hand.
    A little whimper escaped and Trey thrust up immediately into Deuce's fingers. "Can you move faster?" he asked. "Because I've kind of been waiting for this."
    Deuce laughed softly and moved faster. "Sorry." He stroked firmly, enjoying the look on Trey's face and the flush of his skin. "Next time we'll take it easy, go slower." This time was already past the point where they could really get into it -- or maybe they were both so into it that they just couldn't stop. Either way, it was too powerful to rein in right then.
    There was no answer to the "next time" statement, but that could have been because Trey was apparently busy concentrating on how fast or slow Deuce was going. "Yes," he breathed, eyes closed and his lashes so long that they nearly brushed the tops of his cheeks. "Almost."
    Looking down at his hand and Trey's cock, Deuce added a bit of pressure on the upstroke and brushed his thumb over the moisture gathered at the tip. "So sexy," he murmured. "So hard and sexy."
    There was a sharp intake of breath and then Trey was spilling over Deuce's hand. The tremors from Trey's body could be felt even through the couch cushions. Deuce milked and squeezed until Trey was done and his breathing had evened out. He opened his eyes after several moments and blinked at the ceiling. "That kind of adult time beats a beer and a movie. Even if the movie is porn."
    Deuce grinned. "I'm better than porn. Nice." He kissed Trey and reached for the poor abused T-shirt. "I gotta say, I do like your adult time."
    "It seems to be more fun with another adult," Trey laughed. He sat up and looked around a little with a dazed expression. "So... what were we doing? TV or something?"
    "TV or something, yes." Deuce laughed and sat up, getting his pants back on as best he could. "I think I'll have a beer, though. Want another while I'm up?"
    Trey appeared to consider it, then shook his head. "One was enough. I'm going to wash up, though." He got up and took his T-shirt with him, making a