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    Rafe ran a hand up Jonah’s back, feeling the ridge of his spine through his cotton shirt. He pushed his hand into soft, fine hair and cradled the hard skull beneath. In a flash, he pictured a man, or more likely several, pounding on this ingenuous young man. He wished he could’ve been there to rip the bastards’ arms off and beat them with their own limbs.
    Rafe pulled away from Jonah’s mouth, sucked in a breath of air, and attacked him again. He rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against the other man’s but receiving no relief from it. He slipped his hand down, unbuckled Jonah’s belt, and unfastened the buttons holding his fly closed. He sought the turgid thickness of the man’s erection, found it, and wrapped his fist around it.
    Now it was Jonah’s turn to groan. Rafe felt the vibration in his mouth, which was still mashed against the other man’s. Satisfaction shot through him as he stroked the solid length, and Jonah thrust. Knowing the pleasure Jonah was feeling was almost as good as feeling it himself.
    Almost.
    But now Jonah snaked his hand between them and fumbled with Rafe’s trouser buttons. There was no belt to impede him since Rafe wore braces and in a few seconds Jonah’s hand plunged beneath his drawers and freed his cock. Jonah wasn’t tentative in handling it. He pulled with long, even strokes, rubbed his thumb over the head in a gentle caress, and then tugged some more. Heat built between his hand and Rafe’s shaft.
    Rafe forgot to give attention to Jonah’s erection, pausing with his hand wrapped loosely around it while he took pleasure from the other man’s pumping fist. Tension gathered in his groin and swelled through his cock. It’d been too long, more than a year since he’d know such pleasure from any hand other than his own. The traveling life afforded some opportunities to indulge in sex with nameless strangers, but Rafe had stopped looking for the secret signals men such as he gave one another. He’d been content with his monkish existence.
    Not any longer. The energies he’d been storing burst through him now, caressed to life by the hypnotic stroking of that snake charmer, Jonah. Life pulsed through him, and before he was aware it was going to happen, erupted from the tip of his penis.
    “Oh,” he gasped, taken by surprise by the abrupt orgasm. “Oh God.” He glanced down at his cock, at Jonah’s hand so tight and warm around it, at the white spunk spattered over the other man’s fist. Then he looked up at Jonah and grinned sheepishly, embarrassed at the speed with which he’d come.
    “A short ride,” he quipped. “Let’s hope I can give you a longer one.”
    With that, he redoubled his efforts on Jonah’s behalf. He stared at the lovely cock in his hand, the head disappearing with each pull upward, reappearing on the down stroke. Then he looked at Jonah’s face. It was just as he’d pictured in his fantasy: slack, relaxed, eyes nearly closed and lips parted, the violet bruises enhancing the vulnerable appearance of his face. His soft moans thrilled Rafe. He wanted to elicit more of them and had the power to do so in his hand.
    And in his mouth. He considered dropping to his knees to take Jonah’s cock between his lips, swirl his tongue over the smooth head and taste the salty flavor. Just as he’d decided to suit action to thought, Jonah thrust into his fist once more and shuddered. Warm spunk shot onto Rafe’s waistcoat as the other man reached his conclusion.
    Rafe pulled until Jonah’s cock was depleted, and even then, continued to cradle it in his hand. They stood in silence, both breathing hard, the distant sounds of voices talking and laughing coming through the closed window. Low, grumbling moans floated to them from Sir Lancelot. Rafe knew the old lion would be pacing his cage. The animal didn’t like it when the caravan stopped and was lulled to sleep by the rocking motion whenever they were on the road.
    How long could they stand here