Liam stormed across the room and stopped beside the table, near enough to Mike’s elbow that he could have touched him without fully extending his arm.
“We need to talk,” pronounced Liam.
“No. Return to the infirmary.”
Upset by the indifferent response, Liam flushed. He jerked his arm in an angry sweep and knocked the beer cans off the tabletop.
The chatter of aluminum raked across Mike’s hearing like a scouring pad. He surged to his feet, the chair clattering to the floor behind him.
“We are going to talk, dammit.”
Anger lashed through Mike, and he growled. “Think you can take me?”
Ready for anything, even a fist to the gut from puny human muscles, Mike was thrown for a loop when Liam reached up and cupped his cheeks. Anger didn’t burn in Liam’s gaze; warmth did.
The hair of Mike’s beard rustled beneath the contact. Liam gently traced his thumb across the curve of Mike’s bottom lip and coaxed it out of the grim frown he knew he wore.
He licked his lips and swore he could taste Liam’s touch.
“I can,” said Liam, “and will take as much of you as you’re willing to give.”
He wasn’t sure what to do. Live for me. His fallen adnama.
Guilt stormed Mike. He pulled his head free. Liam’s hands fell away without protest—to the knot around his waist. He tugged and the blanket cocoon dropped to the floor and pooled around his feet.
In a moment, Liam was gloriously, beautifully naked and fully aroused. A flushed, rampant cock thrust from the dark nest of hair at his groin.
Now it wasn’t anger that lashed Mike; it was heat and hunger.
His balls tightened and his cock jumped inside his trousers. Blood surged through his veins with a speed and intensity that threatened his personal control. Waves of desire broke over him.
Liam stepped closer. Their bodies brushed. Liam’s cock tip poked Mike’s navel. Adrift on an emotional sea of desire, besieged by a (thankfully) minimizing guilt, Mike fought to locate language.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” he managed. Yeah, they did need to talk, especially since he’d encouraged Liam’s transfer.
A sultry tone filled Liam’s voice as he said, “The only conversation we need to have takes no words.”
“Well, the mind-speak—”
Liam’s mouth on his silenced Mike.
Desire flashed into existence like a burst of laser light. It was a bright spark of sensation that arched along his nerves and seared his awareness, fast and bright. Soft lips pressed against his and everything came to a stop—his breath and his brain—and caused his heartbeat to stumble in his chest.
His dick filled with an anticipatory pounding of blood.
Mike played his tongue across the sensitive seam of Liam’s lips. The soft question was answered by a moan of encouragement and parted lips. The sound acted like a prod. His cock was so hard he swore he could use it as a weapon.
Liam’s hands slid across his cheeks to the nape of his neck and tugged as he arched still closer. His cock tip played across the seam of Mike’s waistband and zipper, a soft caress that revealed a timidity that Liam’s brazen mask concealed.
Shyness was not Mike’s way. He wrapped a hand around one of Liam’s tight ass cheeks and used the other to cup Liam’s head.
Liam whimpered again, a barely audible plea, and Mike complied. He slanted his head for a deeper angle and slipped his tongue into Liam’s mouth.
Reality shifted. ::So good…so good.::
He flicked his tongue in and out of Liam’s mouth, teasing and taunting, until Liam’s suckled on the agile, muscular invader with determined intent. Mike opened his mouth wider and pushed his tongue deeper still. Sweet musical sounds filled the room as they licked and purred and lapped, suckled and tongue-fucked.
His skin tingled. His sex scent danced in the air between them Liam broke the kiss. His mouth and breath were hot on Mike’s cheek as he rasped, “God, you smell so good. I could get drunk on it. I want to get drunk on it.”
Mike shivered. So long he’d been without the exquisite connection of his mind and his adnama’s…
Liam’s firm, carved ass was deliciously taut beneath his grip.
He drew his hand up and across the fit, muscled back and down one sleek side to the curve of his hip. Liam, treasure that he was, reacted with his usual exuberance. He moaned and shifted back and forth, rubbing their cocks together with a delicious rasp of fabric and skin.
“Live for me.” This was living. This was the wholeness of being alive.
Passion swarmed the area between them, hot and crackling across his skin like an electric storm. He wasn’t ashamed of it. In fact, he pressed into it, fanned it with his own desire, reveled in it.
“Ah, yes.” A soft moan chased the rasp of Liam’s breath.
Delight shuddered between them. “Just like that. God, you’re a gorgeous beast. You make me burn.”
Liam thought him attractive. Beastly.
Liam wanted him. Badly.
He didn’t bother to suppress the surge of delight that filled his soul. The part of him, so long empty, rose up from the darkness and leapt into the raw, honest passion Liam offered.
Liam caught the bottom of the forest green T-shirt and tugged it up, up, up. The wad of fabric bundled at his neck; the soft breath of Oregon’s spring evening atmosphere kissed his skin; sweat prickled his shoulders, back and neck.
Mike broke the kiss and ducked beneath the T-shirt’s neck hole. Freed of the collar of light material, he shook his arms and let the shirt fall away. Liam threw it to one side where it landed on the table, atop the pool of spilled beer. The green color darkened as it absorbed the liquid.
Liam stared at his bared chest, seemingly mesmerized. His eyes dilated and darkened. He licked and bit at his lower lip, now reddened from the passion of their kisses. Sexual hunger, intense and bright, sizzled between them.
If he could have, Mike would have drunk it down, taking
