Page 384 - Some Dance to Remember

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slab of his belly, palming the sweat toward his hard cock.
Ryan took Kick’s sweaty hand and licked it dry. The sweet, sweaty
taste he remembered had an almost acrid chemical after-burn.
“Let’s lie back for a minute,” Kick said. He took Ryan’s hand and
led him to the bed. “Come here,” he said. He lay on his back, both arms
pillowed behind his head. His big blond dick flopped hard and wet on
his golden thigh.
Ryan knelt up in bed with his knees against Kick’s side. “You okay?”
Ryan asked.
“Too much popper,” he said. “Maybe I have jet lag. The whole trip
took a lot out of me.”
Ryan smiled at him and shifted gears from heat to affection. He lay
down next to Kick. He breathed the beach-fresh smell of Kick’s Copper-
tone. He snuggled in close. The coke rush had been slight. He was content
to sleep. Sleep would delay the showdown. Sleep meant one more night
together before he sat Kick down to talk. He was happy Kick was home.
He laid the flat of his hand on Kick’s warm belly and stroked up to the
pecs he adored. They were two hard velvet handfuls.
Maybe steroids aren’t so bad after all.
Ryan turned chicken. “We can do this tomorrow night,” he said.
“Maybe we should get some sleep.”
“Maybe I should sleep,” Kick said. He winked. “You’re not tired. Why
don’t I just lie back and you can carry on.”
“I can’t do that,” Ryan said. More than once, after a scene, Ryan,
wanting more, had masturbated on Kick’s sleeping body.
“You know how to take care of yourself,” Kick said. “Take care of
yourself now.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” Ryan said. He was mildly embarrassed.
“You weren’t always asleep?” he said. “You’ve known all along?”
“I know everything about you, Ry.” Kick paused like a man handing
out a belated Christmas gift. “You’re my one true love.”
Ryan’s heart leapt to his throat. Kick had said the words he said so
rarely anymore.
Why now? Why after so long? After Logan. After steroids. Why say you
love me now? When I’m about to betray you.
Kick took Ryan’s dick into his hand. “I want you to feel free to do
what you want.”
Ryan raised up on his elbow. Astonished.
“I want you to have a wild and wonderful and crazy time.” Kick said it
like an offhand order. Kick was directing the scene: he wanted to lie back

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