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The Man Who Loved Cole Flores (Dig Two Graves 1)

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Cole shivered, gasping as he held Ned more tightly and broke the kiss, rubbing his scratchy cheek against Ned’s. They were so close now, like lovers, and the sensations raining on him were too much to handle. Cole was so steady. So firm. Not a lightweight girl like Ned’s cousin, or Mary. Or Judith. He was solid like a tree growing in a barren landscape, yet somehow surviving and blooming every year.

“Come here,” Cole said, pulling Ned away from the middle of the tent. With his eyes now adjusted to the sparse glow of the bonfire seeping through canvas, Ned saw Cole sit on his cot, but instead of joining him, he dropped straight to his knees and kissed him again.

Cole hummed, pulling at Ned’s shirt until it slid out of his pants, allowing the warm hand underneath. “I need it too. You have no idea.”

Ned stilled, only realizing that he knew exactly what he wanted when he found himself between Cole’s legs. He looked up into the black eyes while already opening Cole’s pants.

“I wanted this. At the lake. I did. I just didn’t know, because it all happened so fast…”

Cole sucked in air, nodding as if he couldn’t find his voice for a moment. “I know. You make my blood run so fast, Neddie,” he whispered, and pressed a hard kiss to Ned’s mouth before releasing it with a soft moan.

His fingers slid across Ned’s scalp and tightened on locks of hair with the same steady gentleness he always held Thunder’s reins with. Ned might not have had any experience in what he was about to do, but if he failed Cole would be there to guide him.

“Only you call me that,” he mumbled, but was already set on not wasting any time. He just needed to open the buttons keeping him from reaching Cole’s prick. Would it be hard for him already? Fumes of arousal pooled in Ned’s head as he breathed in the intimate scent of Cole’s body. It was fresh, masculine and musky with hints of soap and clean cotton. When Cole spread his legs wider, Ned crawled into the vacant space and pressed his face to the warm stomach before moving lower, until the cockhead poked his chin through Cole’s gray union suit.

It was such a shocking sensation Ned couldn’t hold in a pathetic moan, but Cole didn’t seem displeased and folded over him, kissing the back of his head. “That’s because you’re mine now,” he whispered, gently pushing Ned’s head lower.

That single sentence looped itself over each of Ned’s ribs and tied a knot around his heart. He belonged to Cole now, and didn’t hesitate to kiss the cockhead as soon as he pulled apart the folds of Cole’s undergarment. Hesitation was death, and there was no room for it now.

He’d worried it might be awkward, that he’d be repulsed or nervous over performing this act, but when the soft skin at the tip stretched to reveal the smooth, damp cockhead, he couldn’t have felt more at ease. The musky scent of the pulsing length made his gums throb with fervent arousal he’d only ever felt around Cole, and he got so entranced by the smooth texture of the tip he could have kissed it all night. Cole let out a grunt and nudged Ned’s head lower, until Ned opened his mouth and let the hard, warm flesh demanding his attention slide in.

He couldn’t see that much in the dark, but as the length trailed up his tongue, it left a salty smudge that had Ned’s toes curling with sudden hunger. He wanted to feel how thick and long it was, know the weight of Cole’s nuts, but as he closed his mouth around the head and swallowed to have the first real taste, he was shocked by how pleasant it was.

Maybe this was why Cole was so religious about keeping himself clean? So people wanted to perform such illicit acts on him, and gorge themselves on the juices already seeping out of the slit at the top? The cock did have a distinct aftertaste, but it was all flesh, even if its scent was much more intense than Ned had anticipated. As his hand dipped lower, exploring the shaft, it slid into coarse hairs growing around the base, and then, to yet more heat where Cole’s balls were still tucked into the undergarment, trapped in the heat they produced.

The sounds of people talking outside, of someone trying to play Adam Wild’s guitar, still penetrated their tent, but Ned only had ears for Cole’s muffled moan and wanted to hear it over and over. Despite having no experience in these matters, he remembered the sensual heat of Cole’s wet, shamelessly eager mouth in vivid detail and wanted to offer him the same. To become the center of his world, if only for a few moments.


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