Faith and Fidelity by Tere Michaels

Listened to the moan as he stroked the hot flesh in his hand. It made him shiver.

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    Matt pressed against Evan's hand— Christ it felt so good to have someone touching him. These strong hands holding him, lightly pulling on his cock until he thought he might lose his mind. He let himself be selfish for a moment, eyes closed, giving himself over to the feelings, but he couldn't keep his hands off Evan.
    Opening his eyes, Matt gave him a hard stare. “God— that feels so good.”
    And Jesus that blush across the younger man's face.
    Evan's hand didn't stop moving. He leaned forward and pressed an opened mouth kiss against the base of Matt's throat.
    Sucked the skin so hard that Matt thought he might pass out. Matt brought his hands up to stroke the sides of Evan's face. Tightened his grip as that wet mouth trailed down a bit lower. Bit him. And that hand never stopped moving.
    “Fuck,” Matt breathed. He pulled Evan's mouth away from his body, bringing their lips together in a crushing kiss. They kissed passionately, tongues fighting for dominance. Matt let go of Evan's face, grabbed his shoulders. Squeezed tightly, feeling his fingers leaving bruises.
    This time Evan pulled away, breathlessly. “Lie down,” he whispered softly. He gave Matt's cock one last tight stroke, let his hand fall away.
    Matt dropped down onto the mattress, lying on his back, knees apart. His look up at Evan was challenging.

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    Shakily, Evan stood over him, staring at Matt's body, feeling an overwhelming need to please him, to draw his own pleasure from this man.
    Matt made the first move— reached up and touched Evan's leg, brushing his fingers up his thigh, teasingly touching him until Evan relented. He lay down on top of Matt, easing their bodies together with a maddeningly light touch. Matt moaned raggedly. They were both burning, the heat generated between them something he could taste.
    Evan resisted the urge to rub against Matt. He wanted to make it last. He pulled himself up to kneel over Matt, reached down to clasp his hard-on again, sliding his hand slowly until the moans began. The sound made Evan almost sob with pleasure. It echoed in his ears until he couldn't stand it, until he had to suck Matt's tongue into his mouth to stop the torture. He thought he would go insane.

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    Evan could almost pinpoint the moment Matt gave himself over to the animal need and thrust his hips again and again. He moved his hands blindly until he clasped Evan's cock in his hand. Moved his hands in tandem.
    Evan broke the kiss, practically weeping in thanks. So long, so long, his mind chanted. Too long since he'd felt this incredible rush of heat through his body. Matt was whispering to him and the words finally penetrated the fog around Evan's head.
    “God, you feel so fucking good. I want to feel you come against me, I want to hear you lose your fucking mind.” Matt groaned, arching his back. He wasn't going to last much longer. “You make me so hard. You make me want to do everything to you.” He increased his hand motions until Evan's hips were grinding frantically. “I want to fuck you. I want to feel you in my mouth.”
    The flash image in his mind of Matt's mouth on his cock sent Evan over the edge.
    He felt himself sliding out of control, pounding hard into Matt's hand, falling forward, desperately trying to connect their mouths. “Matt... God, please... ” Evan came hard, spilling into Matt's hand, biting Matt's lips. Collapsing as his arms gave way.

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    Matt didn't need anything more than the feel of Evan's hard body against his to come. He slid his hands down to clasp his ass— Oh yes , he thought. Oh God . He arched up against the heat and wetness and pounded their bodies together until he couldn't think.
    When he could move, Matt tightened his limp arms around Evan, sprawled across his body. “Hey,” he whispered. “You okay?”
    He felt the answer rumbled against his chest. “Yeah.”
    They lay