Love Means Courage - Andrew Grey

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    surprised at how sore his arms and shoulders were. Who’d have thought driving a tractor would do that? But he was definitely feeling it. Folding his shirt and setting it on the counter, he opened his pants and slipped them and his boxers down his legs. Every muscle screamed as he bent to remove his shoes before stepping out of his pants.
Straightening himself back up, he turned on the water to let it heat before stepping under the spray. The water felt so good, washing over his skin and loosening his aching muscles. A soft sigh escaped as he put his hands on the tile and let the water run over him.
    The shower curtain moved forward, and Len felt a pair of hands slink around his waist as he was tugged upright against hard, hot skin. “Hey,” Cliff said as his hands glided along Len’s chest and neck before sliding across his stomach.

    “Hey, yourself.” A low rumble echoed from Len’s chest as lips suckled at the base of his neck.

    “I think we need to get you cleaned up.” Cliff began lathering his hands before slowly and tantalizingly smoothing away the dirt and grime with handfuls of soap and slicked, mischievous fingers.
    Len let Cliff have his way. He was too tired and achy to protest or even return the favor.
“If you keep that up, it’ll be all over,” Len said as Cliff paid attention to the only muscle on his body that wasn’t aching, at least not from work. “None of that until I get you in bed,” Cliff said. “So just relax and let me take care of you.”
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into the sensation, and Cliff slid his fingers over Len’s entrance, gliding around the puckered skin. “Cliff. God.”
    “Just relax.” The hands worked their way north, sliding over his back and kneading the muscles of his shoulders. “I need to wash your hair.” Len nodded and soon fingers were rubbing shampoo through his hair and massaging his scalp, making the skin tingle.
    “Rinse yourself off.” Len stepped forward, and the water again cascaded over him, washing away all the soap. “Dry yourself off and go lie on the bed. I’ll be right there.” Len nodded and stepped out of the tub. Drying himself off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into Cliff’s bedroom, lying on his stomach on the bed. God, this feels good. The quilt had been pulled back, and the sheets felt wonderful on his skin.
    The breeze through the window blew over him. If Cliff didn’t get there soon, he was going to fall asleep.
    The bed dipped slightly, and Len felt a tug on the towel, and then it was gone. Hands roamed over his back, and he felt a weight on his legs. The tight muscles of his back began to relax as Cliff’s hands worked those muscles deep and hard. “Scoot up and rest your head on the pillow.” Len complied thoughtlessly, his mind already shutting down.
    Lips joined those hands, kissing him softly as they followed the hands, kissing where he’d been touched. Over his shoulders, the back of his neck, down his back, a slight nip on his butt—each and all were stroked and kissed. “Roll over.” Len did as the now-disembodied voice asked him. The lights were off, and his eyes had drifted closed a while ago. Then those hands and lips started again; his throat, arms, and hands, all were lovingly caressed and kissed.
    Chest and nipples sampled and smoothed. His stomach and hips loved and rubbed.
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engulfed in a tunnel of warm wetness. “Cliff.”
“Just relax and give it all to me.” Then the words stopped as he was taken deep once again.
“I love your mouth.” His breathing became shallow and irregular as he put his hands on Cliff’s head and drove into him.
    Sleep was now the last thing on his mind. “Yes!” He could feel the pressure building deep, and he removed his hands and did his best to signal, but Cliff was like a man possessed, and with each signal, he just increased what he was doing, driving Len over the edge until he spilled himself deep and hard.
    “Cliff!” He tried not to call out too loudly, but he couldn’t help himself. Thank goodness the door was closed. Then his entire body flopped back on the bed, completely wrung out. He felt Cliff crawling up his body, planting kisses