Second Hand: A Tucker Springs Novel 2

other man’s fly. No sooner did he have that beautiful cock free, though, than he was the one flat on the mattress, Paul undressing with shaking hands before crushing their bodies together, catching his own long, thin cock with El’s thicker one, sliding their heads together, arching against El’s chest, gasping into his ear.
El nipped Paul’s jaw and whispered, “Fuck me, baby.”
He loved the way Paul groaned and fumbled for the lube. He pulled his own knees up, giving Paul’s slicked fingers access, gasping when the tip of Paul’s index finger breached him. In stuttering whispers, he coached his lover through the mechanics of anal sex, of stretching and coaxing muscles, of where he’d tucked the condoms into his bag. He helped Paul’s trembling fingers navigate the condom, though his own hands weren’t exactly steady either.
He sucked in his breath, both from the pain and the catch in his heart when Paul entered him, because El’s gaze never left his lover’s face. He caught the wonder there, mixed with lust, peppered liberally with euphoria and the triumph of sex, real sex, of fucking done right, of figuring out that the jigsaw puzzle pieces really could line up, of discovering there wasn’t anything in the world like being encased in the tight, dry heat of another man’s ass.
When Paul began to move, El let his eyes close, let his ankles wrap around Paul’s waist, his arms around the slim barrel of Paul’s chest. He let his body open all the way as he took Paul inside him, as the rhythm became deeper and harder and faster, until his lover tensed over and inside him, preparing to fly. Without opening his eyes, El slipped a hand down between them to help himself along, and he caught the wave too, letting go of absolutely everything as he came, including the lie that if Paul did close the door on this for fear of what it meant or for any reason at all, it wasn’t going to burn El like nothing ever had before.

chapter 24
    I
    wasn’t sure if it was pent-up lust or the need to get as much of El as I could before my mother arrived, but the days before her flight landed in Grand Junction saw us together almost all the time I wasn’t working. We had plenty of—at least for me—inventive sex, but we hung out a lot too, making dinner and watching mindless TV together.
    It was great, and I tried to enjoy myself. I couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that any second now it could all turn, that something would make this beautiful moment end.
    One night the lights flickered while we were making spaghetti, and when the stove snapped as I turned a burner off, El got very concerned. “It shouldn’t do that.”
    “I know. I’ve called the landlord I don’t know how many times.”
He had the top of the stove lifted up before I got done speaking, and he wouldn’t eat until he’d checked all the wires. Eventually he was convinced my kitchen wouldn’t go up in flames the next time I made lunch, and after filling our bellies, we went back to bed, even though it was still light outside.
It wasn’t when we went to sleep, though.
Stacey and I hadn’t been inventive at all. It was missionary or bust most of the time, and in hindsight I was so busy worrying that she could get off that I mostly came and went, so to speak, during the final act. Not with El. Even when El wasn’t sucking me off or touching me or kissing me, everything turned me on, and everything felt like it was about me. Tonight he started by teasing me with his fingers as he kissed me, sliding my knee up onto his thigh and slicking me up with some lube. When his index finger speared me to the hilt, I grabbed at his shoulders.
Then he brushed my prostate, and I bit his shoulder.
He leaned over me and reached into the drawer. I told myself it wouldn’t hurt as much this time, that I wouldn’t be as sore after. But before there was any telltale crinkle of foil, something pushed up against me, something cold and hard. When it pushed inside me, I gasped.
When it moved inside me, I moaned.
“Like that, baby?” El whispered, smiling against my lips before he swallowed my next sound with a deep kiss. A dildo, I guess, that’s what he’d put inside me, and yes, I did like it. It felt a little weird, but it also felt very, very good, especially when it almost pulled out and went all the way back in again. Pretty soon I was panting and gripping El’s shoulders, not because I was in pain but because I wanted him to push the dildo into me a lot