Love on Stage by Neil Plakcy

came back to South Beach? Would their relationship still have the same intensity?
    He pushed those doubts aside once he and Miles were in the apartment together. They both leaned forward at the same time for a kiss, their lips meeting at first tentatively. Then instinct kicked in and Gavin was kissing Miles with a deep hunger.
    Miles kissed Gavin’s jaw, his cheek, and the place where his neck met his ear, and Gavin felt himself melting. Gavin quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away.
    Miles wore a blue-green polo shirt, one of Gavin’s favorites because of the way it reflected the aquamarine of Miles’s eyes. He tugged the tails out of Miles’s pants and then pulled it up over his head. He pressed his hands against Miles’s pecs, his fingers exploring the silky hair, and smiled.
    “What?” Miles asked.
    “I’m happy. So I’m smiling.”
    Miles grinned in return. “So am I.”
    They leaned in for another kiss, one that lasted for a while, as Miles moved his lips from Gavin’s to his chin, his throat, and his neck. Both of them still wearing their slacks, they pressed their bodies together and swayed to an unheard rhythm.
    Gavin reached down and placed his hand over Miles’s bulging crotch, then rubbed it up and down. Miles groaned. He unbuttoned the pants quickly, and Gavin peeled them away. Miles’s dick jumped out through the slit in his boxers. “Somebody’s pretty eager,” Gavin said.
    Miles reached over and undid Gavin’s pants so that they fell to the floor. He roughly pushed down Gavin’s boxer briefs so that his stiff dick sprang out. Then Miles put both his palms on Gavin’s chest and pushed lightly, and Gavin fell back onto the bed.
    “Stay right there,” Miles said. He disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a condom and a bottle of lube.
    Gavin started to roll over onto his stomach, but Miles stopped him. “Don’t. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”
    Gavin liked this new, take-charge Miles. Gavin fingered his hole, getting it ready for being entered. But he didn’t have to worry; Miles was all gentleness and easy rhythm, coating his index finger with lube and then tickling around Gavin’s hole until he was panting with desire.
    Slowly, the finger made its assault, lubing up the channel. Gavin saw Miles’s dick hanging in front of him, long and slender and pointing up at the tip, with precum dribbling down it. He was enjoying watching it so much he was almost disappointed when Miles pulled back and suited up. Only the anticipation of feeling Miles inside him quelled that emotion.
    Sweat was dripping down Miles’s forehead as he leaned in toward Gavin, positioning his dick at Gavin’s open hole. Gavin was expecting more of that slow, sensuous rhythm, so his body was shocked when Miles drove right in, bursting past his anal ring and slamming ahead to his prostate. He yelped and his butt rose off the bed.
    “I’m not hurting you, am I?” Miles asked.
    “Only in the best way,” Gavin gasped. “Keep going. Fuck me, Miles.”
    “Happy…to…oblige,” Miles said, pausing between each thrust. His eyes were wide open, the aquamarine pupils dilated a bit, as he raised his ass and then came back down. Quickly Gavin and Miles found a rhythm, Gavin going up, Miles pushing down, then slamming together so that starbursts formed behind Gavin’s eyes and his whole body was focused around that connection between them.
    “Oh God, Gavin, your ass is so tight. I can’t…hold back…”
    Miles reached forward and wrapped his fist around Gavin’s dick, slippery with lube and precum, and began jerking him. They were both whimpering and yipping, and Gavin couldn’t tell who was saying what, but it didn’t matter because they were both coming, Gavin’s body shaking with the power of his orgasm, one that he felt all the way to the bottoms of his feet.
    Miles slumped beside him, his head level with Gavin’s armpits. Gavin rolled off the side of the bed and