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Elton groaned as he ground against him. One part of his brain told him there should be dates, steps, making out, getting to know this man’s body better before they jumped to orgasms. Another, louder part of his brain told him to fuck off with that shit; they were two middle-aged, consenting adults. The loudest part to his brain had him glancing to his phone on the nightstand. “We have four minutes before my backup alarm goes off.”

“Can you ignore it?”

“No,” Elton embarrassingly whined as they continued to rut. “I’ve got a flight to catch.”

“Bring me your cock.” At Elton’s raised brow, he added the directions Elton’s offline executive assistant director brain needed. “Straddle my face, pin my arms with your knees, and feed me your cock.”

He nearly came right then, only Archer’s knowing laugh backing him off the cliff. “Are you sure?” he asked the man beneath him.

“I’m fifty-five and know what I want. Your cock. In my mouth.”

The echo of his own thoughts, the challenge that Archer seemed to know he needed, propelled him upward. He stripped his boxers off, then straddled Archer’s face, pinning his arms and giving that still laughing mouth something else to do.

And holy fuck, the second Archer’s soft lips closed around his cock, he was a goner. Lost to the hot, wet suction, to the tightening of Archer’s throat around his tip, to the darkened hazel gaze that locked with his.

To the rock of Archer’s body beneath his.

Elton reached behind himself and clasped Archer’s erection. Found the tip soaked with precome that he spread down it like he would his own before he began to stroke it in time with his thrusts into Archer’s mouth.

Harder, faster. Power back and forth between them. Archer’s throat and tongue, his fist and knees. Giving each other what they needed.

Bodies colliding until they came together, Elton with a shout, and Archer with a groan Elton felt all the way to his balls. That prolonged his orgasm and made him shout a second time.

Right along with the blaring backup alarm.

Curses led to laughter as they untangled, Elton turning off the alarm and Archer turning on the light beside the bed. When Elton twisted back around, he couldn’t resist making a slow sweeping gaze over Archer’s come-covered body. “You weren’t lying,” he said. “You look amazing.”

“I try not to lie,” Archer said. “At least about sex.”

Excellent, because Elton didn’t have time to spare and he needed to be sure Archer was recovered before he left, more of his brain from his time on the Scene coming back online. He reached up and massaged each of Archer’s arms, from the red areas where his knees had pinned Archer down all the way to his wrists, stimulating blood flow that might have been cut off. “These are all good? You’re good?”

Archer flitted his fingers on both hands, demonstrating feeling, then lifted one to palm Elton’s cheek. “I’m better than good,” he said, craning up for a kiss, then flopping back onto the bed, not the least bit shy or bothered by the mess they’d made.

Fuck, what Elton wouldn’t give for that kind of confidence, for that freedom.

He’d tasted a little of it when he’d been young and on the Scene.

Now, he wanted more, with the man beside him. He just had to figure out how.

Archer laid a hand on his thigh, drawing his attention back to the here and now. “Will I see you next month?”

Elton covered his hand, tangling their fingers, then lifting Archer’s hand and guiding it beneath his tee, high enough to reach his nipple. Where he’d been wearing one of his favorite toys the night that he’d first locked eyes with the come-covered man in bed beside him. He laid Archer’s hand there and laid himself bare, confessing, “I came back here for you.”

Archer’s eyes widened with understanding, then his smile did too, and Elton couldn’t resist bending over and tasting it. Couldn’t wait to taste more of it and this man in the future. “I’ll be back as soon as I can get here.”

Chapter Fourteen

A text arrived from Elton later that same morning. How did this get in my bag? A picture appeared, the Ruby’s Other Farm magnet that Archer had yanked off his fridge and slipped in Elton’s bag last night while he’d been sawing logs.

Archer removed his pruning glove so he could type. Dunno. Maybe Number 4 did it.

An hour later, another text arrived. What’s your favorite movie? A picture followed, the magnet next to an airplane seat-back monitor playing that Bob Dylan biopic from last year.

Steel Magnolias. Yours?

Jurassic Park.

Monster movie fan?