Love Means No Boundaries - Andrew Grey

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“Thanks, Arie. You’re a good friend.” He really was, and since their talk, Arie couldn’t have been more supportive. Robbie heard Arie mumble something about going already, and then Joey was nudging him away where it turned out a small crowd was waiting for them. They talked for a while, laughing and going on about the performance before saying their good nights and filtering away. “We should go home.” The short ride was quiet, each of them engrossed in their own thoughts. Robbie felt the car pull off the road and heard gravel crunch under the wheels. “Could we stop by the 118
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barn? I have to leave early, and I want to say goodbye.” The car stopped, and the engine cut off.
“Sure. When you get out, the barn door will be right in front of you.”
Robbie stepped forward, feeling the concrete apron beneath his feet, and then the door rested against his hand. As he lifted the latch, the familiar smell came to him. He was going to miss that smell.
     
“Hi, Twilight.” He walked right up to her, feeling the long nose with his hand. “I’m going to miss you, girl. Thanks for all the fun and adventures.” He heard a breathy snort from across the way. “You feeling jealous, Tiger?” He moved toward the sound and felt a nose bump against his chest. This time he was ready for the horse’s show of affection. “I’ll miss you too.”
     
“I think they all will. I know I’m going to.” Robbie felt the lump in his throat get larger, and he turned his head, listening to the sounds of the barn, impressing them on his memory as he inhaled deeply, the scent of fresh bedding and horses filling his nose.
     
Then he felt Joey next to him, holding him, lips pressing to his neck. “Let’s go inside,” whispered words reaching his ears. Then slowly, he felt himself being led out of the barn and into the house.
    Robbie heard soft voices in the house and it seemed as though Eli and Geoff were discussing something heatedly. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, and the voices got softer as they made their way up the stairs and into Joey’s bedroom. He heard the door click softly, and Joey’s lips were against his, softly kissing, the intensity building.
“Joey, I want….” Joey was kissing him again and gentle hands began slipping the jacket off his shoulders, removing his tie, opening his shirt. Those hot, strong hands continued their work, not 119
     
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stopping until he was standing naked. Joey pulled away, and he heard rustling as fabric fell to the floor, followed by the chink of a belt and the thunk of shoes. Then Joey was kissing him again, hot skin pressing against his, warmth traveling all through his body as he was guided to the bed.
    The kisses continued as he was positioned on the bed, Joey’s hot body on top of him, moving against him. They rolled on the bed, and he was pressing Joey into the mattress. Robbie loved that Joey was willing to let him have control. It was one of the things he most loved and one of the things he’d miss most about him—Joey treated him as an equal.
    Robbie felt Joey’s legs circle his waist, and he knew what Joey wanted. They kissed as hands roamed, kissed as fingers explored and teased, kissed as cocks rubbed together, and kissed as Robbie pressed to Joey’s opening and entered his body. Robbie pulled his lips away as he heaved for breath, sensations flooding his body.
Joey’s hands tugged him back, returning their lips to what felt like their rightful place. “Take me, Robbie, I’m yours.”
    “And I’m yours.” That was as close to a declaration as either of them could make, but it was enough for now, and Robbie nuzzled Joey’s neck as he buried himself deep, the heat and pressure taking him. Then he heard something else, something new. His mind replayed the “Ode to Joy,” and while this may not have been what the composer had in mind, it was the ultimate in joy for Robbie.
Suddenly, as they moved together, he heard himself humming it, sending the joy to Joey, and he heard it back. Soon they were moving together, their song, their joy, passing back and forth until neither could contain it any longer. They came, crying out each other’s names. As their passion waned, Robbie felt himself hugged to Joey, kisses placed on whatever skin was available, cheeks, shoulders, and lips. Robbie felt Joey stretch and a soft cloth passed over his skin. “I 120
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