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  When Will did not speak, Stefan tried again as he started to lose patience.

  “Look, we don’t have a lot of time here…”

  “I’ve never… I want…,” Will stammered and closed his eyes as he tried to calm his racing heart. “I’ve never been with anyone, and I don’t want to die without knowing what that’s like.” His face flamed, and he felt his whole body go warm in the following silence. Picking at the futon cover seemed far easier than looking up into the face of the man next to him. After what seemed like hours, Stefan spoke.

  “I’m flattered, honestly, but you are a child,” he said gently. That was probably the only thing that Stefan could have said to make Will look up.

  “I am not a child. I’m nearly seventeen,” he said, the sting evident in his voice.

  “And I am thirty, nearly twice your age. Do you have no friends your own age that you could…” Stefan trailed off, but Will understood.

  “None of my friends know I’m gay. I guess that doesn’t matter now, but I don’t…I don’t want them,” he finished in a whisper. “And…and I don’t want you to be alone when it comes.” That stopped Stefan from whatever he had planned to say. He closed his mouth and looked at Will, a soft speculative look gracing his fine features.

  “Do you even know my name? I do not know yours.”

  “Stefan,” Will said looking up with real hope shining in his eyes. “My name is William, everyone calls me Will.”

  “Come here, Will,”

  Stefan’s voice sounded quiet above the muted chaos from the street. Will hesitated only a moment before sliding to his left and into the center of the futon. He could feel the heat of Stefan’s body growing as the older man moved closer to the center, closer to Will.

  “Have you ever kissed another man?” Stefan’s breath caused goose bumps as he asked the question against the skin of Will’s throat. He shook his head because he didn’t trust his voice and found it hard to breathe with Stefan so close.

  “Let us start there,” he murmured against Will’s cheek as he moved closer. The boy nodded, turning his head slightly, and was rewarded when strong, confident lips closed over his own. Nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming sensations that raced through him. As the kiss deepened, and Will felt a warm tongue enter his mouth, he started to get hard. A deep moan reverberated through his chest, caught by Stefan’s waiting mouth as it escaped.

  With a boldness he didn’t know he possessed, Will lifted a hand and stroked Stefan’s face with his fingers. The skin was soft and smooth was inviting under Will’s fingers, so he pushed his limits farther and caressed Stefan’s tangle of brown curls. In his dreams, he’d never been able to appreciate the silken texture as the tendrils wrapped around his fingers. To his delight, Stefan rewarded him with a quiet sound of pleasure.

  Instead of merely moving closer to Stefan, Will swung a thin leg over Stefan’s lap while never breaking their kiss. Stefan responded by sliding his hands down Will’s back and cupping his ass through the thin jeans. The man’s hands were hot against Will’s skin and he ground his hips down, rubbing their groins together with a long moan. Skilled hands slid under the back of Will’s T-shirt and pulled it up until he had no choice but to break the kiss and allow Stefan to remove it.

  “I had thought to send you away with a kiss, But, I do not think I have the strength,” Stefan murmured quietly into his ear and trapped Stefan’s mouth in another kiss.

  “I don’t want you to send me away,” Will replied between long, heated kisses. He wanted to crawl inside Stefan and never leave.

  “I want to take you to bed,” the older man whispered. Even as Stefan said it, Will nodded into the kiss.

  It had been so long since Stefan felt someone want him as that boy did. Looking down into Will’s nervous eyes, Stefan seemed to lose himself. Their warm caramel color drew him in, as did the boy’s sweet untouched skin. Stefan had to admit that Will’s attraction made the most potent aphrodisiac. To take an innocent kid and show him all the carnal pleasures men could find in each other had to be the perfect way to spend his remaining hours of life. In a sixteen-year-old boy, Stefan would find solace.

  Stefan felt a shiver run through Will as the boy’s mouth closed again over his own.

  “Let’s go into my bedroom,” Stefan murmured against Will’s lips as he broke the kiss long enough to speak. Neither of them was willing to lose contact even for the time it took to move to the bedroom. Stefan followed the kid’s lips, and arched against Will as they rose off the futon. Every moment wasted brought them one more minute closer to death.

  As they stood kissing in front of the futon, Stefan hunched to meet Will as he stood on his toes. Finally, Stefan pulled away and took Will’s hand, leading the way down the short hall to the only bedroom in his small condo. Clothes lay scattered on the floor and his bed was unmade, but he didn’t care and it appeared that Will didn’t either. In a shy desperation, the boy pushed Stefan back gently and he sat on the edge of the bed. Pulling Will to stand between his wide-spread knees, Stefan moved his tender kisses over the boy’s chest and down to his navel. Given a few more years, Will would have grown into a strong, well-defined man, but right then he was thin and soft under Stefan’s lips. Stefan was used to hard muscled abs, and the contrast excited Stefan, reminding him of Will’s youth and inexperience.

  “Are you sure?” Stefan asked as he looked up through long black lashes. at his young companion. Will swallowed once, nodded and ran his trembling fingers through Stefan’s curls. The older man popped the button on Will’s jeans and closed his eyes, touched by the affectionate stroking of his hair. When he pulled the pants open and found nothing beneath, it surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate. He ran his lips over the boy’s hip, and down over his groin to the untamed course hair peeking above the zipper.

  “That is sexy,” he moaned against the tender skin beneath his lips and felt Will’s breath catch. Stefan carefully pulled down the boy’s jeans, unwrapping his long, thin cock like a gift. He helped Will step out of the pants and pulled off his socks, leaving him naked and vulnerable.

  “Lay down, baby,” Stefan whispered and pulled the shaking boy into his bed as he stood up. With his eyes never leaving Will’s, he unbuttoned his shirt and watched the boy’s eyes grow wide with each successive button. When he removed his jeans and boxers, the boy swallowed hard at the sight of Stefan’s erection jutting from his lean, toned body. He’d had his share of admirers over the years, but, no one had ever looked at him with such raw emotion, such unguarded desire. It gave him chills.

  He crawled in bed with Will, but rather than taking the boy in his arms, he lay next to him with his feet pressed against the pillow next to Will’s head. Propped up on one arm, he wasted no time taking Will’s straining cock into his mouth. Licking the bit of liquid that had accumulated on the tip, Stefan swirled his coarse tongue around the head and heard the boy whimper. The sound, an almost high-pitched whine suffused with need, made his cock ache.

  “Touch me,” Stefan pleaded in a low voice before feeling a hesitant hand rest on his bare thigh. When it moved no further, he reached down, took the hand in his own and wrapped it around his cock. Taking Will’s erection further into his mouth, Stefan stroked his own cock with the boy’s hand for several long minutes before finally letting go. Will continued with clumsy, unsure motions that made Stefan’s heart race. He could hear the boy’s labored breathing and the sounds he failed to suppress, but he wanted to hear the boy scream.

  Rubbing his lips up and down the length of Will’s dick as he bobbed his head, Stefan pushed the boy’s legs wider apart, baring everything to his gaze. Will’s back arched and his slow, awkward stroking stuttered, but he started again in an instant. With light, gentle fingers, he caressed the boy’s sensitive balls—weighing them, massaging them, and soon he wanted to taste them.

  “Oh my God,” Will cried in a breathless whisper as Stefan stroked his wet dick with one deft hand while dragging a hot tongue over the
sensitive skin of his balls. Will’s hand stopped moving on his cock as the boy tensed all over, and for a moment, Stefan thought maybe the kid would come, but he didn’t. Instead he panted as if he’d just run for miles, the muscles in his legs remaining taut. Stefan smiled to himself and pulled back long enough to lubricate a finger with saliva before taking Will’s cock back into his mouth. The boy’s entire body stilled again as Stefan slid gentle fingers into the cleft of Will’s ass and spread him open. Yelping quietly when the slick finger entered him, Will clenched around it as he was penetrated for the first time. Stefan sucked Will’s cock deep into his throat attempting to get the boy to relax. After several minutes, Stefan’s finger was all the way inside, and he moved it around gently… searching.

  The boy whined suddenly and grabbed fistfuls of the sheet beneath him as Stefan smiled around his cock. Will had let go of Stefan’s cock to grab the sheet, but his reaction to having his prostate rubbed was even hotter than the feeling of his hand. Unable to keep still, the boy squirmed against the bed and spread his legs farther apart. Planting his feet on the bed, he pushed up into Stefan’s mouth, chasing that all encompassing pleasure, losing all control.

  Stefan took Will’s thrusts and rubbed the small pleasure spot inside Will as he bucked against the bed. The boy’s cries grew louder, inarticulate and unfocused while his body locked in a sharp jerk. Stefan tasted the warm, salty release on his tongue as he swallowed around Will’s pulsing cock. His own cock swelled and threatened to spill just from the sounds the beautiful boy made, but he kept himself in control.

  When Will finally started to relax and fell back against the mattress, Stefan released Will’s cock go with a slight pop and the kid groaned.

  “That was… I’ve never… Oh my God,” he said weakly and then laid an arm over his flushed face. “But I wanted for us to, you know…”

  “We will, do not worry. That will make it easier,” Stefan explained as he turned and lay down next to Will. When the older man opened his arms, the boy scrambled into them and rested his damp face on Stefan’s chest. He held Will, relishing the feeling of the nude boy against him before pressing his lips against Will’s ear.

  “I want to be so deep inside you,” Stefan whispered before turning Will onto his stomach. “I want you to be able to feel me there every minute we have left.” Will moaned at the words and wrapped his arms around the pillow beneath his head. Stefan rolled off the bed and grabbed a bottle from his bedside table. They wouldn’t need condoms, not when they would be dead in a few hours anyway. He wanted to feel every bit of the boy’s ass as he fucked it.

  Pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, he capped the bottle in his hand and set it next to him on the bed. Settling between the boys’s outstretched legs, he felt the soft rounded ass before him, watching it open beneath his touch. Stefan noticed a tremble in Will’s legs, and slid one finger into Will as he’d done before while rubbing the boy’s hip to reassure him.

  “Relax, I just want to make you feel good,” Stefan told Will and felt the boy’s posture relax slightly until he added a second finger. As he stretched the impossibly tight muscle, Stefan could hear Will’s mewling whimpers muffled by the pillow. The sounds gradually turned into deep surrendering moans when Stefan found his prostate once again and stroked it with a slow agonizing rhythm.

  “Are you ready?” he asked Will and the boy nodded. Carefully, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his dick. Reaching forward, he grabbed the boy’s hips and lifted him halfway onto his knees. Will’s back curved beautifully in a wanton posture. Stefan held the boy’s hips, pushed forward and felt his cock breach the tiny entrance. Will gave a wail of pain and tried to move away from the intrusion.

  “Shhhhh… It’s okay, baby, it only hurts for a minute,” Stefan reassured him, and the boy stopped trying to pull away. The heat around his cock made Stefan’s legs weak as he fought not to pound the kid into the mattress.

  “I’m going to go a little deeper, just breathe.” Stefan heard Will take a deep breath and saw his back expand slightly. He gripped the boy’s hips and moved forward, deeper into Will’s body.

  “I don’t know if I can… if I can do this,” Will whimpered, sounding close to tears. Stefan pulled back and made several very shallow thrusts, not willing to go deeper until Will was ready. After about half a dozen pumps, he heard Will’s sounds start to change again. Instead of a tearful whine, he heard a low agonized groan.

  “Is it getting better?” he asked the boy, still not penetrating him any deeper.

  “Yeah… Feels… feels good,” Will moaned. Stefan took the opportunity to fuck him in earnest. Releasing the boy’s hips, he covered Will’s body, propping himself on his hands, and lost himself. With his lips next to Will’s ear, he spoke to him in a low breathless voice.

  “You feel so good, like you were made for my cock.” Stefan punctuated his statement with a deep thrust, forcing a deep moan from Will.

  “Reach down and stroke yourself for me. I want to feel you come when I fill you up,” Stefan murmured and felt Will shift beneath him. The chaos of the streets below, the impending disaster, none of it mattered in that moment. For them, all that mattered were Stefan and Will. He could still taste the boy’s last orgasm in his mouth as he drove his hips harder into Will.

  “Later, I want to have you lie back in my bed and make yourself come for me so I can watch. You are beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed the back of the boy’s neck. Will began to tense, and Stefan knew that Will was close to coming.

  “That’s… it… feel how… deep I…” he managed between labored breaths just before Will groaned beneath him and his firm young body locked, his ass clamped around Stefan. Sweat trickled down the boy’s back and Stefan bit the back of Will’s shoulder as he abandoned himself to the animalistic coupling. Wrapping his arms around the boy, Stefan drove relentlessly into him, taking his orgasm from the depths of Will’s soul.

  A molten wave of pleasure washed through Stefan and out through his cock, buried deep in Will’s clenching ass. Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed in his release. The stress of the day, the fear of their impending deaths, and the sadness that filled his heart erupted from him and he pressed his face between Will’s shoulder blades looking for comfort.

  They made love for hours under the setting sun, each new delight taught young Will what it was to feel another man’s touch. Whether he rode Stefan or kissed him deeply as he drove his eager cock into the older man, he thanked God for the privilege.

  Stefan woke with his arms around the boy, clutching Will to his chest. A fiery light burned with the intensity of the sun as it streaked through the sky.

  A moment later, a terrifying shudder ripped through the ground, and the world went black.

  THE END

  Author bio: Erotic fiction is more than just moans, grunts and physical pleasure. To J.P. Barnaby, erotic fiction consists not only of the mechanics of physical love, but the complex characters and relationships that lead to those all-encompassing feelings of need and longing. Sex without context is merely sex—but sex coupled with attraction, with explosive repercussions—that is good erotic fiction. J.P. authors all different kinds of erotic fiction including gay, straight, male, female, BDSM, sweet, romantic and dark.

  As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.

  Website: http://www.jpbarnaby.com

  Twitter: @JPBarnaby

  L.C. Chase – OPEN TACKLE (Friends to Lovers)

  Selected by L.C. Chase

  Dear Author,

  I can't tell you how long I've wanted a story to go along with this picture. I love the t
hought that they have been friends forever and just couldn't resist each other anymore.

  [PHOTO: Two shirtless young men lay on top of each other, the one on top with his pants pushed down to expose his butt, kissing on a grassy field. A football rests in the grass next to them.]

  I would be forever grateful if you could help me out!!

  Sincerely,

  Nic

  Genre: contemporary

  Tags: friends-to-lovers, college, football, athletes, first-time

  Words: 6,410

  OPEN TACKLE

  by L.C. Chase

  I love you.

  The words bounced around inside Rory’s skull like ping-pong balls in a wind tunnel.

  I love you.

  Did Owen really say that? Like he meant it in a non-brotherly, non-best-friend, I-want-to-get-naked-with-you way?

  Rory kicked off the covers, threw his legs over the edge of the bed and groaned when he glanced at the clock radio on his night table. Such an innocuous, inanimate object, yet it begged for his fist as it tauntingly displayed 4:47am in obnoxious digital green. He’d hardly slept more than an hour in fits and starts since Owen had dropped the L-bomb on him and then run for the hills.

  He rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of cotton briefs that were lying on the floor and wandered across the small room. From the bedroom window of his third-story apartment, he could see Folsom Stadium, painted with the first blush of a sunrise kiss. Beyond the main CU-Boulder campus the infamous Flatirons reached for the heavens in all their glory. It was five miles from his apartment to the university, but in the clear mile-high Colorado air it appeared as close as crossing the block.

  He could even see the campus dorms. Where he used to live with Owen.

  He exhaled a heavy sigh. The gust of hot, moist breath collided with the cool glass surface and created a thin fog that clouded his view. He drew an O in the center with his fingertip and watched it vanish. A secret message left behind for discovery.

  Last night, seven sleepless hours ago, Owen Harris, his very best friend, told Rory he loved him. To say Rory had been stunned was an understatement. He’d fought saying those very words himself for so long now, dreamed of hearing them tumble off Owen’s enticing tongue to lick the shell of his ear. When he finally did hear them his brain short-circuited, throat closed, heart stopped. That the dream had manifested into reality was beyond surreal.