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and Harry learned his pace, learned the push and tug of
it, until he could join in. When he did, Daniel’s fingers bit into his shoulder
and his thrusts grew deeper and harder and faster. And still Harry kept up with
him, drove Daniel on and took what he gave while demanding more, both with his
body and in words.
    They were so close, Daniel’s breath huffing in his ear,
pressed together from shoulders to hips and buttocks. “Harry, Harry, Harry,”
Daniel chanted quietly in time with his thrusts. There was more than desperate
passion in his voice. There was the sort of sentimental tenderness Daniel had
said he was incapable of, the sort of relationship he said he’d never had and
never would.
    “I love you,” Harry whispered. “Let the world be damned. I
love you.”
    Daniel’s motion slowed and stuttered, the equivalent of a
stumble. He said nothing, just started again in the same rhythm. But he held
Harry tighter and bit down on the sensitive tendon where shoulder met neck.
Harry made a desperate sound and he felt his sac grow tight and his prick hot.
“Daniel, I’m going to come,” he said, panicked it was too soon, that Daniel
needed more.
    His admission spurred Daniel to ride him harder. It was too
much. “Now,” Daniel said roughly, but it was too late. He’d already started to
come furiously, his hips jerking as hot semen splashed against the tree trunk
and splattered his bare thighs. He couldn’t help himself, he reached down and
grabbed his cock and pumped it, relishing the tight grip of his fist as another
spasm of release shook him. And just as the wave of pleasure began to subside
Daniel came. He felt it and he cried out at the heat that bloomed inside him as
Daniel yanked him back hard on his cock and growled low. The jerking of
Daniel’s cock gave him a brief echo of his orgasm and he tightened on the cock
inside him, making Daniel grip his shoulders so tightly he knew he’d have
bruises.
    When it was over they both collapsed into a heap beside the
tree, Daniel’s body cupped around his from behind, Daniel still holding him
tightly. His cock slipped out and Harry missed it there. He was both elated and
fearful. Daniel had taken him and they’d both loved it. But he’d also confessed
his love in the heat of passion. What would Daniel do now? If he ran, Harry
knew he’d give chase. But how long would it take to catch him again?

Chapter Seven
     
    “Tell me about it.”
    Harry’s voice was drowsy and he moved closer to Daniel, his
back to Daniel’s front. He lightly held Daniel’s wrist to keep his arm around
him, as if he were afraid Daniel was going to roll away and run again, but not
wanting to scare him off by holding on too hard. To reassure him, Daniel
tightened his hold and pulled him even closer. “No. It’s nothing.”
    “It’s obviously not nothing. Tell me.”
    Daniel knew they should both get up and get dressed and
leave. This place, and these woods, was almost a routine, and those were
dangerous in his line of work. People learned your routine and they used it
against you—to kill you, to trap you, to trick you. But he couldn’t leave. Not
yet. Harry had given him something precious tonight. He didn’t want to bring
his work here, not with Harry, but he owed him. Against his will he began to
talk.
    “Nothing out of the ordinary, really,” he began, and he was
struck by the truth of it. How bizarre his life had become. “I had to meet a
French informant and I nearly got caught. I’ve been working with him for
months, had even grown almost chummy with him. Tonight he betrayed me. I had to
kill him.” Harry said nothing. He simply held Daniel’s wrist a little tighter.
“I realized I’d grown sloppy. My reflexes are too slow. He nearly got me. After
I dispatched him I heard a hue and cry not a thousand yards away. The garrison
waiting for his signal. He must have given it and I was unaware. Their pursuit
was dogged and the man in charge determined. I detoured four