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hard and red, shining with his spit.
    “So fucking fine. Damn.” He nuzzled, open-mouthed.
    “Shit. Where the fuck did they go?” Sam growled, half sitting and getting his eyes involved in the search.
    They found them at the same time, Chance’s fingers clumsy with need, rolling it down over Sam’s heat, mouth following immediately. Sam shouted, hips shoving up that cock up into his mouth. He took Sam deep, forcing himself to relax, to take it all.
    Sam humped several times and then shouted again, cock burying deep in his throat as it pulsed and filled the condom. He let Sam’s prick slide free, slowly nuzzling the flat belly, kissing and licking.
    Sam moaned, hand stroking his head. “Damn, Chance. That was... damn.”
    “Uh-huh. Damn.” He grinned, chuckling a little.
    Sam grunted, hand sliding along his skin. “This waking up with someone thing? You might have a point.”
    “You think?” He felt good. Lazy. Horny. Easy.
    “I do. With what part of my brain didn’t get sucked out of my cock.”
    “There’s some left? Shit. I’ll have to try harder next time.”
    Sam chuckled, the sound light and easy. He grinned, worked his way up Sam’s body. Sam’s mouth was there to meet him, tongue teasing past his lips.
    Oh. Nice.
    He cuddled closer, opening up. Hey, soldier. Sam kissed him long and slow, hands starting to wander over his body, almost idly. He hummed low, wiggling, hips rocking, desire a low burn. Sam’s hand finally found its way to his cock, wrapping around it and tugging as the kisses continued.
    “Mmm...” He rocked, pushing into the strong, warm hand, toes curling right up.
    “What do you want?” Sam asked him, thumb pressing against the head of his cock.
    “Uhn...” He moved harder, humping a little faster.
    “I love a hard dick in my hand.”
    “You... You know right what to... Oh... To do with one.”
    Sam’s hand just kept moving, working him. “Got one of my own, don’t I?” Sam gave him a wink.
    “Oh, yeah. Fine one. Nice and thick...” God, he just lost the mouth to brain connection.
    “You seemed to be enjoying it earlier.”
    “Fuck, yes. Still feel you.” He moaned, biting his lip as he humped.
    Sam’s mouth latched onto his shoulder. That was all he needed, coming with a cry, jerking into Sam’s hand. Sam hummed around his skin, lips backing off, tongue sliding on his skin a moment longer.
    Oh. Oh, that was. Just fine.
    Sam’s arms went back around him, slightly awkwardly. “Not used to this part,” Sam murmured gruffly. “Not saying I don’t like it.”
    He leaned in, took a soft kiss. “A man ought to be able to have this part, too.”
    Sam nodded. “Yeah.”
    He found a comfortable spot on Sam’s shoulder, relaxing down.
    Yeah.
    ***
    Sam couldn’t remember a better Sunday.
    They’d jacked each other off one more time before the shakes had Chance out of bed and making a quick breakfast. Then they’d showered together, soaping each other up, learning the lines of each other. The laziness of it, the unhurried rush, was a novelty, something he’d never had a chance to indulge in and Sam was liking it just fine.
    Now they were out fishing again, lying under the sun, Chance’s head resting on his thigh. Not for much longer though, because his knee was freezing up between not having done the morning’s PT and keeping it still so he wouldn’t disturb Chance. He held on as long as he could but finally just couldn’t take it anymore and he grimaced, shifting and trying to catch Chance’s head with his hand as he moved. “Sorry.”
    “You okay?” Chance rolled up, fingers moving to his knee to rub. One thing about this cowboy, Chance wasn’t shy about touching.
    “It just stiffened up on me -- it’s aching pretty good. I missed out on my regular PT this morning.” He groaned. “Damn, that feels nice.”
    “Yeah?” Chance kept working it, rubbing it, making him feel just fine, thank you. Oh, he could get used to this, to having someone warm and