skin. Jamie touched his face, thumbed his lip from between his teeth, sat up to gently kiss the abused lip. Micah wrapped his arms around Jamie's neck, clinging to him as his body never stopped moving. "I love this," he choked out. "I love when you fuck me."
Jamie kissed his neck, unable to speak beyond whispering Micah's name. He licked his ear, drawing the lobe between his lips and sucking it until Micah pulled away and claimed his mouth again. His kisses were sloppy with enthusiasm--his fingers scratched into Jamie's shoulders, digging in deep as Jamie arched and groaned and came.
They collapsed onto each other, gasping for breath and sliding against slick skin. After a few minutes Micah started giggling again, and Jamie peered at him, curious. Micah draped himself across Jamie's chest. "And I was worried you wouldn't want to have sex."
Jamie shook his head and hitched Micah against him, murmuring, "The longer you make me wait the more I want to touch you," as he kissed Micah's smiling mouth.
Micah played with his hair and kissed him. "Will you still want me all the time when we're living together?"
"Yes, I will. I'll want you all the time no matter what."
Micah smiled and crossed his hands on Jamie's chest, resting his chin on them. "How much do you love me?"
Jamie grinned and held out both his arms as far as they could go. "This much."
Micah studied him, mouth twisted in thought, and then ran his hands down Jamie's arms and entwined their fingers. "This much," he whispered, "is an awful lot."
"Well, I love you an awful lot." He smiled innocently, brushing his thumbs on the insides of Micah's wrists.
Micah grinned and kissed him, then curled on top of Jamie, holding onto his hand with both of his. Jamie crooked his arm around him, smiling as Micah traced the lines on his palm with a fingertip. "Do you read palms, love?"
"A little--Rebecca taught me." He was quiet a moment--the subject of his older sister was often a painful one. Jamie stroked his back. "This one is your life line. It's nice and long. And this is your love line. It's very deep." He frowned a moment. "And it branches off in a couple places."
"And what does that mean?" Jamie murmured.
"That you'll be in love more than once. Or you've been in love more than once." He raised his head to look at Jamie. "The guy with the house in France?"
"Yeah," Jamie said. "I loved him."
Micah traced figure eights on Jamie's chest. "More than me?"
Jamie chuckled. "Differently than you, love."
"But you love me most, right?"
"Okay," Jamie said indulgently. "I love you most."
Micah bounced with glee and kissed him, and then curled up in Jamie's arms again. "I love you most, too."
Jamie smiled, holding him tight. "Hey. We've been invited to a party."
"We have?"
"Uh-huh. The building has a party on the roof every Fourth of July, and we've been invited."
"Cool," Micah murmured. "I can cut out of the family barbecue early and come over."
"Brilliant." He combed Micah's hair back from his face with his fingers. "You need a haircut."
Micah shook out his head. "That's what my mom says."
"Wow, we agree on something. Perhaps if I convince you to get a haircut she'll let you move in with me."
"Maybe." Micah bounced up again. "I'm hungry--what do you want for dinner? I can make spaghetti or pancakes or scrambled eggs..." He pulled on his briefs and jeans again as he headed into the kitchen.
"Scrambled eggs sounds good," Jamie called after him but made no move to get up. "Scrambled eggs and toast in bed."
Micah popped his head back in enough to grin at him. "All right, lazy."
"That's right, cater to my whims." He stretched luxuriously and pulled up the blankets against the evening chill. What is it about him, really? Ben had asked him, and Jamie thought if Ben could see him now, he'd understand.
Chapter Six
The party was in full swing when Ben realized he hadn't seen Jamie yet. He'd been
Jamie kissed his neck, unable to speak beyond whispering Micah's name. He licked his ear, drawing the lobe between his lips and sucking it until Micah pulled away and claimed his mouth again. His kisses were sloppy with enthusiasm--his fingers scratched into Jamie's shoulders, digging in deep as Jamie arched and groaned and came.
They collapsed onto each other, gasping for breath and sliding against slick skin. After a few minutes Micah started giggling again, and Jamie peered at him, curious. Micah draped himself across Jamie's chest. "And I was worried you wouldn't want to have sex."
Jamie shook his head and hitched Micah against him, murmuring, "The longer you make me wait the more I want to touch you," as he kissed Micah's smiling mouth.
Micah played with his hair and kissed him. "Will you still want me all the time when we're living together?"
"Yes, I will. I'll want you all the time no matter what."
Micah smiled and crossed his hands on Jamie's chest, resting his chin on them. "How much do you love me?"
Jamie grinned and held out both his arms as far as they could go. "This much."
Micah studied him, mouth twisted in thought, and then ran his hands down Jamie's arms and entwined their fingers. "This much," he whispered, "is an awful lot."
"Well, I love you an awful lot." He smiled innocently, brushing his thumbs on the insides of Micah's wrists.
Micah grinned and kissed him, then curled on top of Jamie, holding onto his hand with both of his. Jamie crooked his arm around him, smiling as Micah traced the lines on his palm with a fingertip. "Do you read palms, love?"
"A little--Rebecca taught me." He was quiet a moment--the subject of his older sister was often a painful one. Jamie stroked his back. "This one is your life line. It's nice and long. And this is your love line. It's very deep." He frowned a moment. "And it branches off in a couple places."
"And what does that mean?" Jamie murmured.
"That you'll be in love more than once. Or you've been in love more than once." He raised his head to look at Jamie. "The guy with the house in France?"
"Yeah," Jamie said. "I loved him."
Micah traced figure eights on Jamie's chest. "More than me?"
Jamie chuckled. "Differently than you, love."
"But you love me most, right?"
"Okay," Jamie said indulgently. "I love you most."
Micah bounced with glee and kissed him, and then curled up in Jamie's arms again. "I love you most, too."
Jamie smiled, holding him tight. "Hey. We've been invited to a party."
"We have?"
"Uh-huh. The building has a party on the roof every Fourth of July, and we've been invited."
"Cool," Micah murmured. "I can cut out of the family barbecue early and come over."
"Brilliant." He combed Micah's hair back from his face with his fingers. "You need a haircut."
Micah shook out his head. "That's what my mom says."
"Wow, we agree on something. Perhaps if I convince you to get a haircut she'll let you move in with me."
"Maybe." Micah bounced up again. "I'm hungry--what do you want for dinner? I can make spaghetti or pancakes or scrambled eggs..." He pulled on his briefs and jeans again as he headed into the kitchen.
"Scrambled eggs sounds good," Jamie called after him but made no move to get up. "Scrambled eggs and toast in bed."
Micah popped his head back in enough to grin at him. "All right, lazy."
"That's right, cater to my whims." He stretched luxuriously and pulled up the blankets against the evening chill. What is it about him, really? Ben had asked him, and Jamie thought if Ben could see him now, he'd understand.
Chapter Six
The party was in full swing when Ben realized he hadn't seen Jamie yet. He'd been
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