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“I’m not.”
    “Gods, why? Why me? I’m not, not—” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
    “Get out of here.”
    Completely unselfconscious, Griff reached down and adjusted himself in the tights.
    He put his hand to the latch of the door. “I don’t know why,” he murmured. “I honestly don’t. I only know I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly stand it.”
    “You mean you want me to fuck you,” said Fort crudely. “In the ass.”
    Griff’s chin went up. He returned Fort’s glare. “Yes. I want that, your cock rammed so far up my ass I’ll think I’m going to die. I want to suck you down my throat and swallow every drop. I want your mouth on me, on my cock, my balls, my ass. I want us to do everything to each other we possibly can. That clear enough?”
    Speechless, Fort nodded.
    Griff took a step toward him. His voice dropped to a shaky whisper. “And when you’re ready, when you beg me, I’ll fuck you the way you’ve fucked me. Hear you groan, hear you cry.”
    Fort found his voice. “In your dreams,” he grated.
    “Oh yes, I’ll dream.” The other man smiled, so brilliantly his eyes shone as though they were sheened with tears. “I’m going now. But you know what I’m going to do, don’t you? As soon as I’m alone in my wagon. And I’ll be calling your name with every pull.”
    The door closed gently behind him. Then it opened again and Griff’s head
    reappeared. The cocky grin was back. “So what are you going to do now, love? The dusting?”
    With a roar of rage, Fort slammed the door in his face.
    He threw himself down on the bed so hard, it shuddered with the impact. Ruler God, he wanted to rend and tear! He sprang up again. The angry bonfire in his gut was so fierce, the skin of his stomach felt inflamed, but where his breastbone had been was a chilly, sickening void. Gods, he had to do something, had to move!
    The filthy little shit! He couldn’t shake the image, the picture of Griff peeling down those leggings. They were so tight, it’d take a wriggle and a curse. Then Griff would spread his legs wide, reach down to cradle, to stroke. What did his cock look like? Was it straight or curved, cut or uncut?
    He’d be doing it now, this minute, this very minute.
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    Denise Rossetti
    Fort clamped a desperate hand over his genitals, ground them into his pelvis. He was so close, all it would take would be the merest touch. Like a gift of the Goddess, an idea popped into his head. He’d run it off, that’s what he’d do.
    Hurling himself out the door, he pelted the other way down the concourse, threading his way between clumps of straggling Fairgoers, toward the road leading to Valaressa, ignoring his stiff cock. A hundred yards into the cool dark, the discomfort in his groin became such that his erection shrank to a nub.
    Sweet Lufra, that was better! Now he could think straight.
    Fort slowed, lengthening his stride to an easy lope. By the time he reached the first bridge leading from the mainland to the island city, he’d come to a decision. He still had to collect his strongbox from old Barnaby in Valaressa and pay the Aetherii for Fledge’s wagon. He’d face Griff tomorrow, just to show he could, and then he’d leave.
    When the old scar on the back of his thigh began to pull, he braced his hands on the parapet to stretch. Stupid to run cold like that. If he didn’t watch it, his leg would cramp up.
    And while he was at it, he’d get himself laid. Properly. There was a house he patronized, not often, but every year or so when the need became too great. The whores were clean and old enough to know what they were about, but still tasty. And they were independent operators, businesswomen. If you paid enough, you could keep your partner for the night, for whatever purpose you could negotiate between you. He liked that. Virtuous women though they’d been, his mother and his sisters had been nothing more than his father’s chattels.
    Fort turned back to the cluster of