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his trousers
and pulled out his cock and Harry swallowed nervously. Daniel was rather well
endowed for a small man. He fell to his knees behind Harry and began searching
through Harry’s pockets frantically. “Where is it?” he demanded. Harry began to
reach for his pocket, but Daniel snapped out, “Hands on the tree,” and he
immediately put his hands back.
    “Right pocket,” Harry said, knowing Daniel was looking for
the little bottle of oil he kept there.
    Daniel fished it out of his pocket and Harry could hear
Daniel putting it on. He closed his eyes and he could picture Daniel sliding
his cock through his fist, the shiny head poking out on each upstroke and it
felt as if his heart skipped a beat as a shiver skittered up his back. It
wasn’t an unpleasant reaction. It was excitement, the thrill of the unknown,
the expectation of a new pleasure. Suddenly he wasn’t unsure anymore. He was
eager and ready and wanted Daniel more than he’d thought possible.
    “Hurry,” he urged, his voice a bit frantic.
    Daniel laughed behind him. “It sounds like you’ve changed
your mind.”
    Harry shoved his trousers down to his knees and canted his
bottom back toward Daniel in what he hoped was a lascivious way. “Not so much
changed my mind as come to your way of thinking.”
    Daniel grabbed Harry’s hip and tried to press his cock
inside. Harry gritted his teeth and a little grunt of pain escaped.
    “Damn, Harry,” Daniel said breathlessly, “I’m sorry. I’ve
turned into a bumbling fool.” Daniel’s cock disappeared and Harry felt his
fingers there instead, rubbing soothingly. “I’ll make it better, I promise.”
    Harry was so focused on those fingers the French cavalry
could have ridden past them and he wouldn’t have cared. Daniel massaged and
rubbed and teased, inserting just a fingertip now and again in no particular
rhythm. Before long Harry was gasping and straining, trying to catch those
fingers for more. Daniel rewarded him at last by inserting his finger firmly
and deeply. Harry moaned at how good it felt.
    He lost track of time as Daniel played with him. He rested
his forehead on the tree trunk and Daniel held him close. He’d loosened Harry’s
jacket and his hand was tucked up under his shirt as he caressed his chest and
stomach. Several times Harry tried to take his cock in hand to relieve the
intense desire that was making him tremble, but Daniel wouldn’t let him. “I
want you to come when I’m inside you,” he finally whispered in Harry’s ear.
    “Then bloody well get in there,” Harry gasped out, “because
I can’t hold out much longer, with or without my hand.”
    Harry felt more than heard Daniel’s low rumble of laughter
against his back. It made the hair on his nape rise and a shiver raced down his
back to center where Daniel now pressed two fingers.
    “Let’s go, then,” Daniel said, kissing the back of his neck
just above his collar. He pulled out his fingers and then he was there,
pressing inside. When he was as deep as he could go and Harry could feel
Daniel’s hipbones pressing against his bum, Daniel stopped and they sat like that,
joined as only lovers can be. Daniel wrapped his arms around Harry, pressed his
open palm against Harry’s heart and began to shake.
    Harry had never felt anything like it, not even Daniel’s
fingers. It was base and yet divine, this joining with Daniel. To give him
this, to surrender himself and in the process to receive the gift of being one
with Daniel, was perhaps the most significant thing he had ever done. He was
reborn as half of the whole that was him and Daniel together. Was this how
Daniel felt when Harry took him? Was this why he begged and pleaded and said
Harry’s name as if it were a prayer?
    Daniel’s hands slowly slid up his chest until Daniel gripped
his shoulders tightly. Then he began to move. Harry gasped and cried out,
biting off the sound before it could carry through the woods. Daniel moved
again, slow and steady