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Boys Will Be Boys
Rating: PWP, so NC-17
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A continuation of "The Games Men Play"
"Care for a game?"
Two large hands grabbed his shoulders, pushing him against the wall. Right before the larger man's mouth covered his, B.A. muttered, "Glad the crazy fool talked us into getting this table. Never knew Air Hockey was so...exciting."
The air-hockey table creaked as B.A. sat
Once each piece was taken care of,
His kisses moved further south as he felt the shirt being slipped from his shoulders. When had B.A. unbuttoned it? Well, that was a dumb question. Who cared? All he knew was soon, he was going to feel that hard, smooth, soft skin against his.
He felt pressure against his shoulders and looked up, smiling as he saw the look in those eyes. He let himself be pushed back, let B.A. take control. His boots were pulled off and his socks stuffed into them. His black pants were next, along with the white underwear that had become increasingly tight with the looks and caresses from B.A.
His undershirt was next. Soft touches along the hem, then kisses as it was lifted, taken off and thrown to who knows where. That's when it all stopped. He opened his eyes and saw his lover looking at him, taking in his body. He felt himself getting harder, if that was possible. B.A. nodded, pleased with what he saw. His hands went to his belt, and soon, he was as naked as
He started kisses above the soft hair around the throbbing erection that he knew was for him. His large hands ran over the smooth white skin that he knew so well. Before long, he was looking into those steel blue eyes he loved so much. The eyes he had fallen in love with in Vietnam, the eyes that had given him so much strength during the hard times, the eyes that watched over them all, no matter what.
He smiled as he felt
B.A. giggled, taking the tube from him. "Leave it to the Faceman to always be prepared."
B.A. smiled again, only letting his hands leave
He started pushing down against the intruding finger, feeling another, then another, preparing him to be taken. The twisting and stretching was more than he could take. He cried out, his eyes finally closing, calling out, begging to be taken.
B.A. smiled, gently removing his fingers, then using the lube to coat himself. He shifted, pulling
pushed into him, feeling the resistance.
opened again, blue meeting brown, both dark with passion. The kisses started again, tongue on tongue, breathing matching breathing.
The rhythm was the same as it always was. Slow and gentle at first, but then faster and harder the more turned on they became. The air from the table blew over them, cooling their heated skin, only to have it heated up again. Breaths became shallow, voices strained, words of love and devotion called back and forth. The smell of musk, sweat and sex filling the air.
B.A. kept his movement fast as he leaned back, looking down at the man beneath him. All the power, all the leadership, all the control in this Team was there. Yet, he gave it all to B.A. There was never a question of trust during these times.
back arched, his body shook, he screamed, as he coated each of their stomachs with his release. He held B.A. tightly, with his arms, legs and with his body.
B.A. felt the release against him, and moaned, his face finding the crook of
He lay still for a few minutes after that, letting them both relax. He leaned back, looking down at the beautiful person recovering under him. He rained kisses along his throat, moving to his ear, gently mouthing it.
B.A. lifted him into his arms, a kiss cutting off the laughter. The panties still in hand, he carried
Heavy breathing filled the air of the small room, the chair squeaking as weight was shifted. The dark skinned, long haired man looked up, a smile crossing his face. "Care for a game of air hockey?"
Hunt looked down at the young man to had so recently brought him to the heights of passion. He ran a hand through Frankie Santana's hair, nodding, his lip curling into a half smile. "Oh yes, but, we're going to play it...my way."
Continued in "We Played It My Way"
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