Blue Moon II ~ This is Reality by A.E. Via Read Free Book Online Page B

look at me like that. Get ready,” Fox ordered.
    Shot slowly began to take his clothes off. He looked Fox in his eyes, speaking softly. “Look at you like what?”
    Fox closed the distance between them and yanked Shot’s t-shirt the rest of the way off before practically snarling in his face. “Like you give a damn.” He spun Shot around and put his palm in between his shoulder blades, pressing him down.
    Shot braced his hands on the blue and gold comforter. It was silky and soft, and it smelled like Fox, like his cologne. Now he wanted to be in the bed with the man. Under the covers, warm and tangled together. But he’d blown it.
    He felt his boxers being yanked down then Fox’s rough hands were squeezing his ass with little to no finesse. He didn’t lay soft kisses along his spine, or rub some of the stress of the day from Shot’s neck. Most of all, Fox didn’t touch Shot’s hair. Fox didn’t do anything he usually did. Shot had told him it didn’t mean anything.
    Fox leaned over Shot’s back and grabbed the condom. He snapped it on so hard, it had to have hurt. When he leaned back down to get the lube, Shot turned his head to kiss Fox but the man turned his head away. Shot couldn’t deny that that right there: hurt like a sonofabitch. Fox squirted the lube directly on Shot’s hole, roughly massaging the cold sticky substance into his sensitive area. Shot tensed when he felt a thick thumb pressing aggressively at his opening before eventually pushing inside of him. Shot hissed at the burn, but quickly welcomed it. He needed Fox. Needed his lover. But this was so damn different. Shot didn’t know how this was going to feel. Good, bad, raw, hurtful, strange. It felt a little of all of them.
    There was little preparation before Shot felt Fox’s large cockhead pressing at his hole. Damn, he ached for this man. Fox always gave Shot that good release, the type of orgasm that took you out of your head, away from the insanity and into a space that only consisted of pleasure and happiness. Even if it was only for a few minutes. He kept those minutes of contentment deep down within him when he had to get back to the grind of being a SEAL. He could revisit those minutes when the stress was too much, or when he was left alone with nothing but his thoughts. Shot shivered when he imagined not having that anymore.
    Then the bite of pain hit him fast. Fox had breached him, grunting with the force of pushing past that first ring of muscle. “Fuck,” Shot moaned as Fox continued to slide into him, not stopping until his pelvis was pressing hard against his ass. He stilled in that position.
    Shot heard Fox gasp and choke at the feeling of being back inside of him. Fox leaned forward. His chest heaving against his back, hot breath gusting into his hair. He felt one of Fox’s hands weave deep into his hair and a moan escaped Shot at the welcome gesture. But, the sated sound must’ve made Fox remember that he wasn’t making love… this was fuckin’. He quickly removed his hand from Shot’s hair and stood up straight, taking all that delicious body heat with him, and Shot had to resist the urge to complain. This is what he’d asked for. Wasn’t it?
    Fox fucked him hard. Pounding him into the mattress, just like Shot had asked for. Shot squeezed his eyes shut and locked his jaw. He wouldn’t cry out in ecstasy and he wouldn’t shout Fox’s name when he came. But, damnit he wanted to.
    Fox gripped Shot’s hips and yanked him back into him, grunting angrily with each thrust of his hips. “This is all you need,” he panted between thrust.
    “Jason –” was all Shot managed to get out. His hands were griping the comforter, his face buried in the plush fabric to mute his own sounds of desire.
    “Just need me to get you off. I don't mean a motherfuckin’ thing to you, Isadore. I never will.” Fox’s voice hitched with his last statement. He slammed into him once more and ground against his ass.
    Shot wanted to say