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ran his hands over his chest and stomach, down to his hips.
Teasing.
"You're taking my picture, aren't you?" Aaron asked
quietly, the fingers of his right hand sliding through the trail
of curls paving the way to his cock.
"Yes," Jake breathed, his eyes following the path of those
fingers.
"How many have you taken?"
"Hundreds," Jake answered, sweeping his tongue across
his lips, "a day. Every day I take hundreds of you."
"Take one now," Aaron ordered as he took hold of his cock
and started stroking it.
"No."
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"No? Don't you want one?" Aaron asked, momentarily
uncertain.
"I always want one. But now," Jake answered, looking
away from Aaron's hand and up into his eyes, "I want the real
thing. I took pictures because I couldn't have you. Thousands
filled with my want, my need for you. I want to stop for a
while so I can touch what only my film has been able to touch
up until now."
Aaron took his hand away from his cock. "Touch it then."
Jake tentatively reached out and pressed his palm flat
against Aaron's stomach, his fingers fanning out then staying
still, letting the heat soak into them. He was deathly afraid to
move them any further. Aaron stayed still as well, unnaturally
still for him, letting Jake simply touch him. The only thing
moving either of them was Aaron's steady breathing as his
stomach rose and fell slightly under Jake's hand.
"Beautiful," Jake whispered. "The pictures could never hold
you. This is mine; this is what I was trying to find."
"Now that it's found," Aaron replied as his fingers combed
through Jake's hair, "don't lose it again."
Jake shook his head, moving his hand along Aaron's
stomach to his hip and then around to the small of his back
where it met his other hand to hold Aaron around his waist.
Jake laid his head against Aaron, his cheek brushing the
smooth skin at his hip. Aaron shivered as Jake's stubble
prickled his skin. Jake immediately pressed his lips to the
delicate skin covering his hipbones, trying to capture the
shudder in his mouth and let it slide down his throat so it
could live inside him.
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Jake turned his head so his cheek scraped against Aaron's
cock, and he smiled softly when he heard Aaron's sharp
intake of breath at the contact. He moved his fingers from
Aaron's hips to hold his cock, his other arm still around his
waist, hand resting at the top of his ass. He did nothing but
hold Aaron's cock in his hand as he felt it pulse with heat.
"Jake, please...."
Unable to ignore such a plea falling from Aaron's lips, Jake
ran his tongue across the slit, teasing the tip of his cock
before taking it in his mouth. As he let his tongue roll around
Aaron's cock, he slid his fingers down the crease of his ass,
just brushing across his hole. Aaron's hips jerked forward at
the touch and forced more of his cock into Jake's mouth. Jake
simply relaxed his jaw and let Aaron slowly fuck his mouth.
Aaron's taste filled him, and his scent wrapped around him.
Aaron pulled Jake's mouth away from his cock and
groaned, "I can't stay in your mouth and not come."
"So come," Jake said as he tugged Aaron's hips forward
and tried to take him back in his mouth.
"No," Aaron said, dropping to his knees in front of Jake. He
wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered hotly in his
ear, "I want to come all over you when you're inside me."
Jake moaned when he heard those words and abruptly
dragged Aaron up from the floor and kissed him, pushing his
tongue into Aaron's mouth as he stumbled backward with him
to the bed. Aaron shoved at him, and Jake fell on his back
across the bed, bringing Aaron down on top of him since he
refused to relinquish his hold on him.
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Aaron straddled him and cried out when his cock pushed
against the rough denim of Jake's jeans. As Aaron kissed him,
Jake almost wanted to stop him just so he could push him up
into a sitting position and look up at him, take him all in. It
was driving him insane to have Aaron laid out naked on top of
him while he had yet to remove a single item of clothing. Jake
knew he wanted his skin against Aaron's, but the way Aaron's
bare skin looked pressed against his clothing was gorgeous
and dizzying all at once. Jake could barely breathe from the
sight of it, and he wanted it to go on forever. He wanted to
keep holding, keep running his hands over every inch of
Aaron's skin he could reach, and when Aaron cried out, Jake
moved his hands to his hips and held on so tightly as he
thrust up against him that it must have been painful for
Aaron. But instead of pushing his hands away or telling him to
let go, Aaron dug his fingers into the fabric of Jake's shirt and
pushed himself up off his chest to writhe against him. He
moved his hips as if he were riding Jake's cock, as if there
were nothing between them. Jake wanted to sob; he ached so
much.
It was almost violent the way they held and moved and
pushed against each other. Aaron's head was hanging down,
and he was shaking it as if he couldn't let himself go further.
A couple of times, he raised his right hand, Jake's shirt still
bunched up and held in his fingers, and brought it down hard,
beating Jake's chest with his fist. Jake gritted his teeth and
closed his eyes and knew that even though his nails were
short and blunt, they were scratching burning red lines down
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Aaron's hips and the outsides of his thighs as they flexed and
moved against him.
It was harsh and desperate.
It was like they were trying to fuck through Jake's
clothing, fuck through all those years they had been without
this kind of contact. This kind of heat.
Finally, Jake could stand it no longer and literally threw
Aaron from him, but since Aaron's hold on his shirt was firm,
it pulled at his neck, nearly strangling him as it dragged him
toward Aaron. He ruthlessly shoved Aaron's hands from his
shirt so he could pull it off. He flopped onto his back and
fought with his belt and zipper, thrashing against the bed as
he tried to squirm out of his jeans at the same time he was
kicking off his shoes. He could barely get his jeans and boxers
past his cock, it was so rigid. As he struggled with his clothes,
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