At Long Last

erection and started stroking it. A drop of pre-cum leaked from his slit. He rubbed it in, groaning.
    "Scoot forward a little," Preston said.
    Scotty inched down on the counter until his ass was partially hanging over the edge. He bit his lip when he saw Preston sucking on two fingers.
    Holding his breath, Scotty watched the other man insert his slicked fingers into his hole, stretching as he pushed.
    "Oh, God," Scotty moaned, closing his eyes.
    Preston worked his fingers in and out, pressing past the rim of muscle, probing for Scotty's prostate. He curved his fingers.
    " Preston. " Scotty's hips rose, his balls tightened. Damn, he was going to come without Preston's cock inside him if this kept up. "Fuck me, please."
    His lover's fingers withdrew and he felt the tip of Preston's cock press at his entrance. He pushed in, past the muscle, taking his time as before when he'd entered Scotty in his office. He pushed himself down on Preston's cock, urging him to complete the joining faster.
    Preston groaned and obliged, thrusting in balls-deep. Scotty wrapped his legs snug around Preston's waist, pulling him closer, deeper still.
    Preston grabbed the counter on either side of Scotty, driving into his ass again and again, plunging harder and deeper each time.
    He reached down and tugged on his straining cock, squeezing his balls at the same time. He'd already been close to coming when Preston had fingered his hole, now he was on the edge of a powerful orgasm.
    If Scotty had actually thought sex with Preston would ever have happened, which he hadn't, he wouldn't have imagined it would be the most mind-blowing sex he'd ever experienced. But it was. It was just...so much more than he'd ever dreamed. Sure, he'd had his fantasies. They paled compared to the actual man pounding his cock in his ass.
    His release hit him then, powerfully. He cried out, stripping his throat as cum splashed over his stomach and onto Preston.
    After several more hard thrusts, Preston stiffened and grunted, finding his own release. Panting short, heavy breaths, he withdrew and discarded the condom. Then he reached for Scotty and hoisted Scotty to the ground, kissing him deeply.
    His legs weak and barely able to support him, Scotty clung to his lover as they kissed. Truthfully he felt a little vulnerable. Too vulnerable. His heart was thoroughly engaged. Always had been really. But Preston...he knew didn't feel the same way.
    The kiss ended and Preston leaned his forehead against Scotty's. "Now the bedroom."

Chapter 5
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    Scotty juggled a Styrofoam cup of coffee and a cheese pastry in one hand and a thick file in the other and stared at Preston's closed office door the next morning. He considered knocking, or rather shoving his weight against the door since he didn't have a free hand, but didn't know if he should stay out.
    Last night after sex in Preston's bed, Scotty had gone home to sleep. Preston wanted him to stay, but he'd told him he didn't have any clothes with him. Next time, if there were a next time, he'd be better prepared. Even as he walked out the door, Scotty knew Preston hadn't been happy with his decision.
    Still, Scotty thought maybe it was smart to leave. Having time to think about what occurred between them was probably a good thing for both of them. He was taking a chance Preston would turn tail and run, but Scotty thought that might happen anyway.
    He made the choice to bypass barging into Preston's office and instead walked down the hall to his own door. He had a lot of work to do, accounting and investigative. He didn't need the distraction of Preston telling him to get lost. If that was what Preston intended to say.
    He entered his office and clicked the door closed. First he dumped the heavy file on a nearby chair and then went to his desk to set down his coffee and breakfast. He gazed briefly at the pastry. He'd have to run ten miles on the treadmill in penance for it.
    Scotty always worked better with music, so next he punched the on button of the stereo. His usual heavy metal station had been replaced by classical music blaring over the airwaves. And the volume had been lowered. He grinned and changed the channel.
    Not so fast, Pres.
    He turned the volume up and smiled at the loud pounding music. Now he could work properly.
    Scotty went back to his desk and started his computer. There next to his keyboard was a green apple. For a moment, he simply stared at it. His throat clogged, knowing very well it came from