Vaughan laughed sexily into Duke’s parted mouth as he gasped for breath. “Why are you shushing me when you’re the one that can’t be quiet?”
“Fuckin’ brat,” Duke said, in that velvety tone that made the word a term of endearment instead of a derogatory term for a petulant child.
Vaughan reached back inside for another feel of his lover, his own cock begging for some attention. But he wanted to give Duke all the pleasure he could handle. Vaughan leaned in and licked a long swipe up Duke’s neck and sucked hard behind his ear. As soon as he wrapped his fingers around Duke’s thick shaft and stroked the ridges of that swollen head, his thumb digging into the seeping slit, Duke’s fist tightened painfully on Vaughan’s shoulder and his hips bucked as he emptied his release over Vaughn’s hand and on to the mattress. A guttural growl followed the second and longest spurt of come and Vaughan clenched his teeth when he felt Duke bite down on his collarbone.
“Duke. Fuck, sweetheart.” Vaughan was panting against Duke’s ear as he waited for his man to come down from his orgasm. He rubbed up and down Duke’s back, hoping like hell that he hadn’t hurt him. After his breathing returned to normal, Duke loosened the hard grip and rubbed a soothing hand over the marks he’d probably left there.
Vaughan tried desperately to take deep, calming breaths and will his cock to go down. He didn’t want Duke to feel like he had to reciprocate right away. He only had one good arm and he was probably worn out after that ill-advised exertion.
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“Damn.” That had to be the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. “Felt so good.”
Duke heard Vaughan sigh and he wasn’t sure it was a relief filled sigh or a regretful one.
“Are you okay?” Vaughan inquired worriedly, gently pulling Duke’s boxers back over his flaccid dick.
Duke’s elated chuckle was laced with humor. “I’m better than okay.”
“Mmm. Good. Sleep then. I’ve disturbed you enough.”
Duke grumbled, burying in closer, awkwardly reaching for the elastic on Vaughan’s pants. “Wait. I want to touch you, too. I want you to come.”
“I’m good, Duke. I promise. We still have to be careful.”
“I don’t, but you do. That’s not fair. I want to see you come.” Duke shuffled closer, the best he could, as he gazed at Vaughan’s face.
Vaughan stopped Duke’s persistent hand and tucked it back under his waist, into their sleeping position. “You will see me come, I promise. Just not tonight. Now. Com’ere.” Duke was so comfortable tucked against the silky skin all over Vaughan’s body that he couldn’t fight the sleep any longer. He loved that Vaughan had exhibited some of his dominance and shut down their playing. He had no doubt that Vaughan would follow through on his promise soon.
Duke woke to an empty bed in the morning. As he felt around on the cold sheets next to him, he quickly realized how comfortable he was sleeping with someone for the first time in many years. It almost came naturally for the two of them. A quick glance at the clock and he saw it was almost noon. Fuck! When was the last time he’d slept that long? His days started early. Crime never slept. Duke got up and went into the bathroom to handle business. When he came out he dressed quickly in a comfortable sweat suit that Charlie had brought over and headed downstairs.
Duke poured himself a cup of juice and went in search of Vaughan. He found him on the phone in Quick’s office and as soon as he walked in he realized his man was talking business, sounded like his employer so Duke eased back out the room and sat in the living room. He thought he might go into the office but he knew his presence wasn’t needed. He hated sitting around not doing anything. He was a productive man, had been since college, he didn’t know how to sit on his ass and do nothing. Maybe a walk around the yard will be good. As soon as Duke stood and zipped his jacket the doorbell rang.
He was more than comfortable being at Quick’s and answering his door. But he didn’t expect to see Dr. Chauncey on the other side of it with a large black bag at his feet.
The man pulled his shades up into his hair, his bright blue eyes radiating his amusement. “Well. I went to your place and didn’t get an answer so figured I’d come here and check with your friend.”
Duke was still dumbfounded as he moved to the side and let Dr. Chauncey in. He had on his typical tan Dockers, a blue and white plaid button up shirt tucked in to them, and dark brown Oxfords. Now that Duke was really able to see him out of the confines of a stuffy hospital room, the man was actually quite handsome. He had his dirty blond hair trimmed on the sides, the long side burns graying slightly at his temples, the hair on top just a bit longer.