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"Property control," he said solemnly. "Like putting a collar on a dog."

Micah looked at him with narrowed eyes. "I can never tell if you're being serious when you get like this."

"Just assume I'm not--it's easier on everybody." He kissed Micah's mouth again and jumped when Micah gave the nipple ring a tug. The boy looked smug when Jamie glared at him.

"Property control," he said primly and threw his arms around Jamie's neck for another reckless kiss. Jamie worked his hands under Micah's t-shirt and tugged it over his head--Micah was barely distracted from kissing him long enough to part their mouths and lift his arms. He wrapped himself around Jamie again, his mouth hot and open as their tongues met.

Jamie was shaking once more: he wanted to just push the boy open and pound himself into oblivion--but this was Micah, beautiful delicate Micah, and more than his own pleasure Jamie wanted to make him shiver and moan and beg for more.

He kissed Micah's lips a few more times and then slid down his body, kissing his collar bones and ribs and hip bones. He slid his hands into Micah's pajama pants and Micah writhed, moaning Jamie's name.

The pants tied closed: Jamie grabbed an end in his teeth and gave it a tug. Micah arched and shivered, hands on Jamie's shoulders, and started squirming his hips as Jamie traced his hard cock through his pants with his nose. "Jamie--are you--could you--"

"Whatever you want," he promised and gave the knot another tug. "Whatever you want." He kissed Micah's quivering stomach. His pale body was flushed pink--his cock twitched to Jamie's touch.

"I want--I want--" He squirmed more and clawed at the knot with clumsy fingers. "I want to take this off."

Jamie laughed out loud and helped him get the knot undone--and with a few slapped fingers they got the knot untied and Micah's pants and underpants off his hips and down his legs.

He lay back and licked his lips, breathing heavily as he watched Jamie look at him. "I'm skinny," he said in a self-conscious tone.

"You're not," Jamie said, a hand gliding down Micah's chest. "You're beautiful." Micah's body was still boyishly slender, but there was a hint of depth to his chest, of strength to his shoulders, of solidity of his legs. Jamie wrapped his hands around Micah's thighs and pushed them open, kissing his way down Micah's belly, following the pale brown path of soft hair.

Micah gasped a laugh. "Beautiful. Right. Skinny and--pale--and--" The muscles in his legs jumped.

"Beautiful," Jamie confirmed and tickled Micah's belly button with the tip of his tongue. Micah laughed again, deep from his belly, and it got cut off into a moan as Jamie took one of his balls into his mouth. He rolled it along his tongue, sucked lightly, let it out of his mouth with a wet pop. He did the same to the other testicle, and smiled smugly when Micah started whimpering.

He raised himself up to look at Micah. There were dark spots in his cheeks, his eyes were the color of the night sky, and his beautiful mouth was swollen and wet. He reached for Jamie's face and Jamie lightly kissed his palm.

"I'm going to give you a blow job," he said, "and I want you to go ahead and come whenever you're ready. Okay? Just let your body do what it wants to and don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing," he added with a wicked smile. "Okay, Micah?"

He nodded. "Okay, Jamie." His blush deepened.

Jamie licked the length of Micah's cock and the boy moaned. His hands twisted into the sheets as Jamie licked and kissed him, and he gave a strangled shout when Jamie eased him into his mouth and began to suck.

It was as if Micah wouldn't allow himself to make noises, he was trying so hard to be quiet. He rocked into Jamie's mouth, pulling back until Jamie clutched his ass and pushed him deeper. He bit down so hard on his lip that Jamie was sure he'd break the skin. His head tossed and turned, he whimpered and gasped, and when he finally came he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over his face to muffle his cries.

Jamie licked his way back to the head of Micah's cock, kissed it, and sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the side of his hand. "Did you die?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"Don't be dumb." Micah smiled at him sleepily. "Orgasms are so much better with another person."

"They are," Jamie agreed.

Micah's smile grew wider and he sat up, pulling Jamie to him by his hips. "Still think I'm beautiful?" he murmured and smoothed his hands over Jamie's chest.

"Very," Jamie whispered, letting his head fall back as Micah started kissing his chest and unbuttoning his pajama top. He slid the top off Jamie's shoulders and he bent to tongue Jamie's pierced nipple. Jamie groaned, and his fingers clutched into Micah's hair.

Micah's hands moved lower, into the waistband of Jamie's pants. His fingers dug into Jamie's ass a moment, and then with a sharp movement, pulled down his pants to his thighs.

Jamie hissed and muttered, "Careful, there," rising up to pull his clothes all the way off.

"Sorry, sorry," Micah whispered and started kissing his stomach. "Do you want me to--to do that to you, too?"

He hissed again as Micah's lips brushed the head of his cock. "Jesus, Micah, stop for a second."

The boy looked up at him, eyes wide. "Did I do wrong?"

"No." He ran his hand through Micah's hair and rolled over to get a condom out of the drawer in his night table. "We just need a condom, okay?"

"Oh," Micah said and his eyes got wider. "Because you've--been around the block."

"A time or two." Jamie kissed him hard, pushing him into the pillow. "I wanna fuck you," he muttered, low, and Micah whimpered and pressed his body to Jamie's.

"Yes--yes, I want that--I want--" His fingers gripped Jamie's dick so tight that Jamie gasped.

"Okay, not so much."

"Sorry, sorry," he said, letting go. "I'm doing everything wrong."

"You're not," Jamie said, stroking his face. "You're just excited." He kissed him, lying on top of him chest-to-chest, and Micah's hands fluttered over his back. "I'm not going to lie to you--this is going to hurt some, Micah."

"It is?"

"Yeah. It always hurts at first."

"I thought that was just girls."

Jamie shook his head, squeezed some lubricant onto his fingers and pushed his forefinger into Micah's ass. The boy gasped and tensed, and Jamie kissed him again. "Relax, relax...it's worse if you go all stiff. You'll get used to it, though." He started moving his finger, watching Micah's eyelashes flutter and his mouth work. "And this," he pushed his finger deep and Micah groaned, "is why it feels good."

"Okay," Micah said faintly, pushing up his hips.

Jamie chuckled and stroked him more, deeper, adding a second finger and then a third, watching him through half-closed eyes, until the boy was trembling and clutching at him. "I'm ready, I'm ready," he begged between gasps for breath.

It was only a matter of putting on the condom and lifting Micah's legs over his shoulders, bending the boy almost in half--and then inside, deep and hot and tight, pausing to let Micah adjust to him, kissing him and whispering how good it felt, so good to be here, beautiful Micah.

He thought it might be too much for the boy at first--it seemed to him that Micah was fighting any enjoyment rather than succumbing to it, the way he twisted his face away and pushed at Jamie's hips. Jamie let go of Micah's thighs and grabbed his face with one hand, turning it back. He said nothing but stared into Micah's eyes, which were wide at first and then got darker, sleepy, sensual.

Jamie smiled and kissed him again as they rocked together. Micah's mouth was sweet, delicious, and when Jamie whispered, "You're better than candy," Micah started laughing.

He wrapped his arms around Jamie and kissed him over and over. "Don't stop."

"Never," Jamie groaned, already starting to shake. "Never, never, never, beautiful Micah." The bed squeaked beneath them, Micah's body was taut and hot, and when Jamie came it felt like every dream, every fantasy, every wish was fulfilled by this boy in his arms.

For some minutes afterwards neither of them said a word, only held each other. Jamie played with Micah's sweat-damp hair. "How do you feel?"

"Good. Good. Happy. A little sore," he added with a slight laugh.

"Yeah. Sex'll do that." Thumb across Micah's lips, and Jamie smiled with Micah gave it a small kiss. He got out of bed long enough to throw out the condom, and got back under the covers and Micah wrapped himself around him, kissing along his neck.

"I'm glad it's you," he said sleepily.

Jamie kissed his forehead. "So am I. Go to sleep, sweetheart."

Micah opened his eyes long enough to smile at him one more time, snuggled against his shoulder and quickly was asleep.

***

When Leo had said, "I want you to meet my kid," Ben had assumed Leo meant an actual child or at least a teenager--not the stunning young man who shook his hand. "Hi, I'm Dune."

"Hi," Ben said, "Hi--I didn't think--I expected somebody younger."

Dune smiled at him. "You hear that, Dad? I'm too old for him."

"I promise that's not my intention at all," Leo said from the kitchen.

"No, I mean, I thought you meant a, um, child." He held his hand low to indicate someone of small stature. "And I like kids--not in a scary way, of course, because that would be evil and wrong--" He sighed. Dune was still patiently smiling. "Hi," Ben said, deciding to start over. "I'm Ben."

"I'm Dune," Dune said again, laughing. "Very nice to meet you."

"Very nice to meet you, too. Okay. Awkward social situation over."

"It's erased from my mind." Dune handed him a champagne flute. "Hibiscus?"

"Um--"

"Champagne and cranberry juice," Leo explained, pouring both into the glass. "Very good with brunch."

"Brunch," Ben said. "Cool." He drank a sip, and stepped out of the kitchen to allow other guests to get their drinks as well. Leo had set up the dining table for six in the sun room, which was decorated with spring flowers. Ben counted off: himself, Dune, Leo, Adam--Leo's longtime companion--and the two women he didn't know.

Yup. Setup.

He sighed and drank more of his hibiscus, which was very good for a drink with a silly name.

"I want to apologize for my dad," said Dune, joining him in the sun room. "He wants me to settle down."

"It's okay--my mom drops hints along the same lines all the time."

"I tell him I'm only twenty-five: it's far too soon to even think about settling down. Of course, then he reminds me he was twenty-three when I was born, and off we go. It's almost like a bit now."

"I was married," Ben said and gulped the rest of his drink. "I'm never doing that again."

Dune stared. "Married? Really?"

"Yup. Married at twenty-one, annulled at twenty-three."

"Well, nobody's ready to get married at twenty-one. Wow." He shook his head and sipped his drink. "Do you and your ex still--talk?"

"Yeah, a lot. We're still friends."

"Interesting," Dune said. "The closest I've done to commitment is the guy I dated in college for two years. I suppose I've got a kind-of steady now, but we're not really boyfriends, in the usual sense."

"What are you, then?"

"We're...a back-up plan. I go with him to a lot of his company functions, mostly."

"And the sex?" Ben said.

Dune smiled. "It's not bad."

"Who needs a boyfriend, then?"

"My thoughts exactly."

Leo poked his head into the sun room. "The crepes are ready--come choose your fillings."

"Coming," said Dune and looked at Ben. "You're not mad at him for trying to fix us up, I hope."

"Oh, no," Ben said. "I'll never say no to a free lunch."

***

Jamie woke up to the steady stroke of fingers against his lower belly and a cock hardening against his ass. He smiled without opening his eyes and nestled back, reaching under the sheets to pull Micah's hand lower. A warm tongue traced his ear, and he nuzzled his head happily into the touch as Micah's hand gently squeezed and rubbed his cock. He started rocking and clutching at the wrist, at the hip behind him, digging his fingers into taut buttocks.

He turned onto his back and pulled Micah on top of him, kissing him roughly. "You taste good," Micah whispered, wrapping his arms around Jamie's neck.

"I've been marinating." He grinned and nipped Micah's chin.

"You're such a dope."

"I know." He kissed Micah again, not at all surprised when Micah gave him a wicked look and slid down his body. He started kissing Jamie’s chest--the boy's mouth was hot, his tongue supple, and when he held down Jamie's arms and suckled his nipples Jamie wanted to laugh out loud with sheer pleasure.

He moaned it instead, Micah's name on his lips, and smiled at him with half-closed eyes when Micah pushed his arms over his head. His fingers curled over the top of the headboard as Micah's mouth moved lower, sucking up skin between his teeth, polishing a hipbone with his palm. He paused at Jamie's cock and whispered, "Show me how," and gave it a long, wet lick.

Jamie took Micah's hand and folded down his fingers, taking Micah's longest finger into his mouth. He sucked it slowly, caressing the tip of his finger with his tongue, and then sucked hard and deep until Micah gasped. His teeth sank into his lips a moment--he pulled his finger from Jamie's mouth and kissed him, hard. He rolled Jamie onto his stomach and licked down his spine. His hand flailed for a condom and he swore when the foil wouldn't tear.

"Just lube me," Jamie muttered, "don't worry about that."

His back arched and his fingers clenched into the sheets, all thought fleeing him at Micah's cool damp fingers, at the first push of Micah's cock. The boy was clumsy in his eagerness, finally letting more than whimpers escape him. Jamie moved with him as best he could, arching his back and pushing his hips, eyes squeezed shut.

Micah's fingers twisted into Jamie's hair, and he turned his face up to lick his cheek. His hand slid down Jamie's body to wrap around his cock--he worked it hard and fast, slicking his hand with Jamie's precome. His orgasm surprised Jamie--it was much sooner and much harder than he expected, and he lay beneath Micah, dazed, as Micah's thrusts became faster and more erratic. Micah held him by the hips and chanted, "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie," until he shouted and collapsed onto him.