Love Means Courage - Andrew Grey

as he went, until their lips met.

    Now that he was wide awake, there was no way he was letting Cliff get away now. Wrapping his arms around him, he pulled him down on top of him. “I thought you were going to fall asleep on me.”
    “You woke me up.” Len ran his hands along Cliff’s back.
“What do you want?”
“You, always you.” Cliff shifted on the bed, lifting Len’s legs and pressing them to his chest.
“What are you doing?” A hot wet tongue slid along his crease.
“Cliff …” The tongue zeroed in on his opening, swirling at the skin, and Len made unintelligible noises. He thought he must sound like some wanton
    slut, but he really didn’t care. Cliff was doing things to him he never imagined, and the last thing he wanted him to do was stop. Cliff had promised that he was going to get loved on, and he wasn’t kidding.
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    The tongue slid away, and the bed shook. Then he felt Cliff press into him, and his body opened to him and drew Cliff in, filling him up, stretching and burning until the pleasure washed everything away but Cliff and him.

    “I’m going to give you the loving of your life, so hold on.” Cliff drew back and slowly pushed back in with agonizing slowness, dragging himself over the spot that Len knew drove him crazy. Each thrust, each movement, exaggerated Len’s need.

    “Cliff, please.” Len fisted the sheets as his pleas went unanswered, and he was driven to passionate heights. Cliff leaned forward and kissed him hard, but still his pace remained unaltered.

    “I’m going to love on you the way you deserve to be loved.”

    “Whether I can take it or not?” Len’s eyes were clouding as they locked onto Cliff’s, watching every movement, every gesture, every flex of his muscles.
    “Oh, you can take it.” He pulled out and slid back inside. “You love it.” Finally, to Len’s relief, he felt Cliff’s pace quicken slightly, and he clamped down on him, tightening his muscles. He felt Cliff quiver and shake, so he did it again and again until Cliff’s control broke and he began driving deep inside.
    “Yeah, Cliff, give it to me.” Len’s encouragement had the desired effect, and true to his word, Cliff gave him the ride of his life. “So close.” “Me too, but not till I tell you.” Cliff’s control was becoming ragged. “Now, Len.” With a few strokes of his hand, Len was coming, and he felt Cliff throbbing deep inside him.
    With heaving breaths, Cliff withdrew, sprawling onto the bed next to Len, pulling him close. “You were terrific.” 172
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“So were you.” Their lips found each other, and they kissed gently, sweetly, as hands softly caressed hot skin.
Completely sated and spent, Len yawned and his eyes fell shut.
    The bed bounced a little, and he heard footsteps recede and then return. A warm cloth soothed over his skin, and then Cliff was back holding him close. “Sleep, Love.” Len was so tired, he barely heard what Cliff said, but even through the depths of his sleepy brain, he smiled slightly, and that was the last thing he remembered as sleep overtook him.
    WHAT the hell is that noise? Len woke to the light streaming through the windows, but he knew that wasn’t what had awakened him. Lifting his head, he saw Cliff still asleep next to him. Glancing at the clock, he saw he still had time to sleep. Then the sound of a door closing downstairs brought him fully awake. “Cliff, there’s someone in the house.”
    “Huh, what?” The body next to him stirred and pulled him closer before beginning to snore softly again.

    “Cliff, I heard a door closing downstairs. There’s someone else in the house.” Footsteps on the stairs brought Cliff upright as he began to get out of bed and look around the room.
    “Cliff, are you up yet?”
“Shit, it’s Janelle. What in the hell is she doing here at this time of the morning?”
    Before either of them could get out of bed, the door opened and Janelle strode into the bedroom. “Cliff, I need to talk to you about this house you sold—” The words died on her lips as she 173

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    looked at the bed and saw Cliff and Len lying together, both obviously naked. “What in the hell is going on?” Cliff pulled the covers up over Len and sat up in bed. “What does it look like, Janelle? We’re trying to sleep, for Christ’s sake, and what in hell are you even doing here?” “I knew you got up early, and I wanted to ask you about this house you