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before had ever complimented him the way that Jason did. He snuggled in, their bodies fitting together, a low moan escaping his lips as their cocks brushed. “Fuck.”
    Jason grinned. “Yeah.” He ran his hand over Sean’s buttocks, shifting slightly to rub against him again. “You feel really good.”
    Instead of answering, Sean lowered his head, tracing a pattern over Jason’s chest with his tongue. “You taste good.”
    “You can do that all you want.” Jason kissed Sean again, this time harder and more demanding. “All over.” He groaned louder when Sean broke the kiss, shifting out of their embrace so that he could repeat the pattern he’d traced lower down. Jason threaded his fingers through Sean’s hair, his breath hot and heavy. “Fuck, oh yeah.”
    This was very obviously something Jason liked. A lot. “Turn over.” If Jason wanted Sean’s mouth over him, then Sean would be more than happy to oblige. He’d always had a thing for tasting as well as touching.
    Jason rolled over obediently, his hands fisting the pillows, his hips arching off the bed. His back was as well muscled as his chest, his spine tapering down into trim hips and….
    “Is there something wrong?” Jason twisted his head, his tone almost petulant. “You stopped.”
    “You’ve got a tattoo.” Sean slid further down, bending to examine it more closely. It was an interesting design, two oval circles flowing together so there was no beginning or end. He’d seen this before. “Infinity,” he whispered.
    “Time,” Jason corrected quietly. “It has no beginning and no end, but it overlaps in places so that two can become one, if just for a few days.”
    “Moments in time,” Sean sang softly, letting his breath brush over Jason’s skin. Was that what the two of them were? Moments in time, overlapping for just a few days? Unable to resist, he followed the outline of the tattoo with the tip of his tongue.
    Jason groaned loudly. “Make love to me, Sean,” he whispered. “Take me, please.” He reached behind him, searching for Sean’s hand, linking their fingers together. “I want to be able to see you, though. I want to be able to remember this, to remember you like this.” His voice grew hoarse. When he rolled over to face Sean again, his eyes were misty. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He wiped at his eyes. “I want more than memories.”
    “So do I, so do I.” They’d talk tomorrow, like Jason promised, and Sean would find out what the hell was going on with him. If he was in trouble, they’d find some way to sort things out. All this talk of Canada, and a false ID; there was much more to the story than Jason had admitted to. An inner voice hissed a warning, but Sean ignored it. He was tired of playing his life in a predictable melody that never varied; it was time to take a chance on someone, wherever it led. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not prepared to let you go just yet.”
    He kept his touch gentle, taking the condom from Jason as they prepared each other with whispered reassurances, caresses, and kisses. Their joining came quickly, Sean pushing into Jason carefully, Jason wrapping his legs around Sean and pulling him in fast. It was a melody, a harmony Sean had never felt before, their bodies finding a rhythm together, one complementing the other in a counterpoint that could only be described as right.
    “Jason,” Sean whispered, caressing Jason’s face, kissing him, losing control on a wave of pure pleasure. “Oh God, oh fuck.”
    “Sean, Sean, don’t leave me. Don’t….” Whatever Jason’s final word was, it was lost in a muffled scream as he buried his head against Sean’s shoulder as they both climaxed, then went limp in each other’s arms.
    “I’m not leaving you,” Sean murmured when he had breath to speak again. He kissed the top of Jason’s head. “Spend the night.”
    “It’s only afternoon.” Jason clung to Sean, not wanting to let go. He yawned, his eyes already closing, his