Thomas's Choice
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Eddie’s free hand wandered over Thomas’s body, exploring the hard ridges on his abdomen and the smooth, hairless skin that covered his chest. Then he roamed his back, sliding down to the curve where his firm ass waited. His cheeks clenched as Eddie palmed him, and a corresponding moan rolled over Thomas’s lips. He felt Thomas’s hand tighten over his ass and tried to suppress his reaction to it, but a sigh left his lips nevertheless. The possessive touch did something to him, urging him to react to the call of his lover like animals answered the mating calls of their mates.
Thomas’s hips pumped, thrusting his cock harder and faster as his hand tightened over Eddie’s hand, pushing their cocks harder together. Already now, he could feel the moisture that was lubricating them. Whose cock it had seeped from, Eddie couldn’t tell for certain. Probably from both.
“I’m coming,” Thomas ground out, his breath labored. He lifted his head from Eddie’s neck.
“Can’t hold it back.”
Eddie let go of the control with which he’d held himself back, and thrust harder. “Yes!” he cried out, proud of the fact that he could bring a strong vampire like Thomas to lose control just by pumping his cock in his hand. “Come,” he urged him and captured his lips with a passionate kiss.
Then he felt wetness spread between his fingers, and a loud groan come from Thomas’s chest. The pleasure of feeling Thomas surrender in his arms did him in: hot semen shot through his cock and exploded from the tip, raining over his and Thomas’s hands as they continued to stroke each other more slowly now. His body shook with pleasure, his knees going weak at the same time. He ripped his lips from Thomas’s mouth, trying to catch his breath, when he felt Thomas’s free arm wrap around his waist, catching him before his knees could buckle.
“I’ve got you,” Thomas murmured, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s.
Eddie closed his eyes, unable to return Thomas’s gaze. He’d just made love to a man, and fuck, he’d liked it. What did that make him? He didn’t want to answer that question. He wasn’t ready for the answer. Besides, all they’d done was masturbate together. Didn’t guys do that in college all the time?
Right, a sarcastic voice in his head answered. And they probably touch each other’s cocks all the time.
Eddie pushed away the thought when he felt warm water run down his body and Thomas’s hands gently cleaning him. Without thinking he leaned into him.
“I loved it,” Thomas said.
Eddie couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate the words, even though deep inside, he knew he felt the same. Instead he buried his head in the crook of Thomas’s neck.
He felt Thomas reach for the towel that hung just outside the shower and put it around Eddie’s back, patting him dry. Eddie let it happen as if he were a helpless child. He was unable to sever the contact with Thomas’s body and realized that it was because he was hungry, hungry for more. This . . . episode had only whet his appetite.
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“Don’t go,” Thomas said.
Eddie stood at the door, a towel wrapped around his lower body, about to leave Thomas’s bedroom. It had taken him all his remaining willpower to make the few steps to the bedroom door after Thomas had dried them both. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn the doorknob and exit. What Thomas was offering was too tempting to turn down. His body wanted this, but his mind was fighting him.
Thomas stood behind him, his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, sliding them gently down his arms, his fingers caressing him. Goosebumps appeared on Eddie’s skin and a sigh escaped his lips. He hadn’t realized that a man could have such a tender touch. There was nothing rough about it.
“I should go.”
“Why?”
He had no answer, no matter how long he searched his mind for one.
“What are you afraid of?” Thomas’s hands stroked down his back, his fingers sliding underneath the towel, loosening it, sending hot tendrils of lava running down his butt.
Eddie’s breath hitched. If he stayed, he knew what would happen. Thomas would take him the way only a man could. He wasn’t ready for that. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever be ready for that. How could he allow another man to do that, to take him like that?
“I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
The towel fell to the floor and cool air blew against his heated body. Thomas’s hot hands slid over his ass, palming him, making him press into them even though his mind was telling him to escape while he still could.
“I’ll only do what you want me to do.” Thomas’s hands moved around Eddie’s hips, sliding to his groin, his fingers combing the thatch of hair around his cock, promising more pleasure.
Thomas’s hips pumped, thrusting his cock harder and faster as his hand tightened over Eddie’s hand, pushing their cocks harder together. Already now, he could feel the moisture that was lubricating them. Whose cock it had seeped from, Eddie couldn’t tell for certain. Probably from both.
“I’m coming,” Thomas ground out, his breath labored. He lifted his head from Eddie’s neck.
“Can’t hold it back.”
Eddie let go of the control with which he’d held himself back, and thrust harder. “Yes!” he cried out, proud of the fact that he could bring a strong vampire like Thomas to lose control just by pumping his cock in his hand. “Come,” he urged him and captured his lips with a passionate kiss.
Then he felt wetness spread between his fingers, and a loud groan come from Thomas’s chest. The pleasure of feeling Thomas surrender in his arms did him in: hot semen shot through his cock and exploded from the tip, raining over his and Thomas’s hands as they continued to stroke each other more slowly now. His body shook with pleasure, his knees going weak at the same time. He ripped his lips from Thomas’s mouth, trying to catch his breath, when he felt Thomas’s free arm wrap around his waist, catching him before his knees could buckle.
“I’ve got you,” Thomas murmured, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s.
Eddie closed his eyes, unable to return Thomas’s gaze. He’d just made love to a man, and fuck, he’d liked it. What did that make him? He didn’t want to answer that question. He wasn’t ready for the answer. Besides, all they’d done was masturbate together. Didn’t guys do that in college all the time?
Right, a sarcastic voice in his head answered. And they probably touch each other’s cocks all the time.
Eddie pushed away the thought when he felt warm water run down his body and Thomas’s hands gently cleaning him. Without thinking he leaned into him.
“I loved it,” Thomas said.
Eddie couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate the words, even though deep inside, he knew he felt the same. Instead he buried his head in the crook of Thomas’s neck.
He felt Thomas reach for the towel that hung just outside the shower and put it around Eddie’s back, patting him dry. Eddie let it happen as if he were a helpless child. He was unable to sever the contact with Thomas’s body and realized that it was because he was hungry, hungry for more. This . . . episode had only whet his appetite.
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“Don’t go,” Thomas said.
Eddie stood at the door, a towel wrapped around his lower body, about to leave Thomas’s bedroom. It had taken him all his remaining willpower to make the few steps to the bedroom door after Thomas had dried them both. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn the doorknob and exit. What Thomas was offering was too tempting to turn down. His body wanted this, but his mind was fighting him.
Thomas stood behind him, his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, sliding them gently down his arms, his fingers caressing him. Goosebumps appeared on Eddie’s skin and a sigh escaped his lips. He hadn’t realized that a man could have such a tender touch. There was nothing rough about it.
“I should go.”
“Why?”
He had no answer, no matter how long he searched his mind for one.
“What are you afraid of?” Thomas’s hands stroked down his back, his fingers sliding underneath the towel, loosening it, sending hot tendrils of lava running down his butt.
Eddie’s breath hitched. If he stayed, he knew what would happen. Thomas would take him the way only a man could. He wasn’t ready for that. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever be ready for that. How could he allow another man to do that, to take him like that?
“I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
The towel fell to the floor and cool air blew against his heated body. Thomas’s hot hands slid over his ass, palming him, making him press into them even though his mind was telling him to escape while he still could.
“I’ll only do what you want me to do.” Thomas’s hands moved around Eddie’s hips, sliding to his groin, his fingers combing the thatch of hair around his cock, promising more pleasure.
