Love Means_. Freedom - Andrew Grey

living room.
    "Are you okay?" Preston asked his unusually quiet lover.
"I will be."
    "Are you ready to go up?" Geoff asked, before lifting him out of his chair and carrying him up the stairs. This was the most unromantic thing he could think of, but it got him special time with Stone, so it was more than worth it. "Soon you'll be doing this on your own." Geoff smiled at him as they reached the top of the stairs.
    Setting him on the edge of the bed, Geoff wished them both a good night before closing the door behind him. Preston watched as Stone moved slowly around the room, like he was stalking him. "What is it?" As an answer, his lips were taken in a bruising kiss that pushed him back on the mattress, a hand cupping his head. The kiss deepened further, stealing Preston's breath away.
    Something had very definitely changed. When they'd made love previously, Stone had always been content to let Preston take the lead, but this was different... and exciting. "What do you want, Stone?" Stone took his lips again, pulling, tugging, sucking, while fingers opened the buttons on his shirt, parting the fabric and letting it fall to his sides. Shimmying slowly, Preston shifted on the bed, his head now on the pillow, his shirt on the floor.
    Stone knelt next to him, his hands gliding over his skin. Everywhere Stone touched, his skin heated and zinged, but the most amazing thing was Stone's eyes. They seemed so deep, like he was being drawn into them, and he never wanted to be pulled out.
    Preston loved the feel of those hands, firm and a little rough, just enough to make every nerve fire hard, threatening to overwhelm his brain. His jeans were opened and slid down his legs, the heavy fabric dropping to the floor, his belt clinking. Then he sensed those hands on his legs. On reflex, he jerked up to see what Stone was doing.
    "Lay back. I know they're sensitive for you, but trust me."

    He did trust Stone and he lowered his head back to the pillow. Those magic hands started at a foot, caressing his toes and sliding over the arch and heel. His calf throbbed in the best possible way when that hot palm made his muscles jump against the welcome touch. Long, languid strokes slid from ankle to hip, making Preston sigh. Injury and months of therapeutic torture slipped away as his legs were loved. That was the only word that applied, loved. His skinny, emaciated legs were being loved. "You don't have to do that, Stone."
    "Do what?" Another long stroke down one leg and up the other. "Make you feel good?" He started again, making Preston groan with the simple pleasure. "Let you know that all of you is sexy? Because you are, Pres." His voice got rough, and for a second Preston thought Stone was tearing up. "Never forget that, no matter what." The hands stopped, their heat remaining stationary before moving again. Then the hands slid away, the bed jiggling as Stone crawled off.
    His clothes seemed to melt away, and then he was back, kissing, petting, his warm skin pressing to Preston's. Outside, the wind picked up, whistling around the windows like it felt excluded from their love.
    Stone's knees wound beneath Preston's legs, lifting them. A slender finger swirled around his entrance, teasing him before sliding inside, and Preston groaned deep and long. "Fuck...."

    Stone had been right; he did learn fast. The finger curled... and good.... "Stone...." The finger slipped away, followed by an exquisite stretch as their bodies joined.

    "So hot... so tight," Stone groaned as he slid deep and good, Preston's lips meeting his, eyes locking again.
    Preston held their lips close, kissing deep as Stone moved inside him, filling him. Then Stone's lips pulled away, and he arched above Preston, going deep, withdrawing, and going deep again. Preston's hands went to Stone's skin, sliding, caressing. Hand on his chest, he could feel Stone's heart beating, feel their hearts beating. He was going wild, all sensation heightened as a deep growl began in Stone's throat that grew to burst until he felt Stone still, the only movement now deep inside him.
    Long, slender fingers wrapped around his length, stroking, teasing. His skin was so alive, the nerves so warm and close, that he was coming hard, catapulting off desire's cliff, before his conscious mind could grasp it.

    Panting hard, Preston felt Stone's hands on him again, soothing, petting. Finally able to open his eyes, he saw a wide-eyed Stone watching him, then kissing him as their bodies separated,