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fine and making him feel good. Those fingers slid and stroked, free hand petting his thigh.
    He sighed happily. “Feels better now,” he finally admitted, loath to lose the sensation of those fingers on his skin. It was just such a rare thing, to be touched like this by another human being and he was soaking it all up.
    “Want me to stop?” Chance’s eyes were shining, warm.
    “Not really,” he admitted, smiling at Chance. He reached out, fingers trailing through the golden hair, hoping that was all right. He wasn’t used to this being able to touch just to touch thing.
    He liked it.
    “Oh, good.” Chance’s touches kept going, getting a little firmer as Chance leaned into his touch.
    His prick was interested without being desperate and he was in the mood to linger, to enjoy the luxury of time, of not having to go hard and fast as long as he could until it was over. He traced the shape of Chance’s head then moved his fingers over, fingertips sliding on the smooth cheeks.
    A soft moan sounded. “You got yourself some fine hands, Mr. Sam.”
    “Yours are pretty damned fine yourself, Chance.”
    He slid his fingers along Chance’s neck, circling the edge of the t-shirt Chance wore. Chance swallowed, chuckled a little, skin pinking. Those fingers pressed a little harder and he grinned. Someone was sensitive there. He teased back behind one ear and then down across Chance’s Adam’s apple.
    “Mmm...” There was a tiny line of gold hairs that Chance had missed in shaving, tickling his fingertips, shining in the sunlight.
    He leaned forward suddenly, giving in to the urge to lick at the spot with his tongue.
    “Oh.” Chance lifted that pointed chin, giving him more skin.
    He made a soft noise, licking and nuzzling the warm skin, finding Chance’s pulse point and pressing his tongue against it. Chance’s hand cupped his cock, thumb sliding along his shaft. He groaned, teeth sinking into Chance’s skin as he jerked just a little.
    Chance gasped, sliding over to straddle his thighs, giving up any pretense of not wanting. “This okay?”
    He nodded, throat tight with the need that rolled over him. He slid his hands down to cup Chance’s ass, tugged him a little closer.
    “Long as no one’s gonna come up this far in.” Old habits died hard and being careful about where you fucked was one of his oldest.
    “No one should. Gate’s locked.” Chance rubbed against his belly, hard and hot through the cut-off jeans.
    “Then we’re good.” He found Chance’s mouth, took a long kiss. Chance met him half-way, one hand cupping the back of his head and holding on, holding them together. He rubbed Chance against him, hands tilting that sweet ass as the kiss deepened. Chance moved nice and easy, rocking and sliding, the scent of need growing stronger.
    He slid his fingers around Chance’s waistband until he found the button up front and popped it open.
    “Good idea.” Fingers slid down his belly, returning the favor.
    He moaned as Chance’s fingers teased over his flesh, his own fumbling just a little as he carefully worked down Chance’s zipper. Then his hand was full of hot, hard cock and he squeezed, ran his fingers through the wet come at the tip.
    “Oh. Your fucking hands.” Chance groaned, fingers fishing his cock out, petting.
    Seemed Chance had a bit of a thing for his hands. He couldn’t think of a single reason why that could be a bad thing. So he just took advantage of it, fingers sliding, spreading that liquid down over Chance’s prick to make it slick, all the while groaning as Chance’s fingers played over his own skin.
    Chance pushed into his touch, hips moving with his rhythm. He moaned, stroking that fine prick, feeling it hot and hard along his palm. So hot.
    “Shit. You make me hard as stone.” Chance sucked in his bottom lip, pulling at it. He nodded, groaned, tugged harder. Him, too.
    Soft puffs of air pushed into his mouth, Chance’s hand answering his, pulling and driving them