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  Horse met his gaze. "You know that old expression about being hung like a horse."

  "I do." James swallowed once, put his beer down. "I... Are we having this talk?"

  "You started it, man, but I'm happily following your lead."

  "Okay." Well, he didn't want to claim he was drunk.

  There was nothing but the eternal sound of the waves coming in for a long time, then Horse leaned in and laid one on him, right on the lips. Oh, Jesus. Hops, barley, pure undeniable lust. The kiss was hard and quick, then Horse drew back a half an inch.

  "Yes or no?" Horse asked.

  "Yes. Fuck yes. Please." James knew it was probably a shitty idea, but he wasn't real good at self-denial.

  Horse's mouth dropped back on his, the kiss hard and solid, everything James could have asked for. He reached up, his stump hitting Horse's chest. He stopped, sucked in a breath, hoping that Horse didn't hate it. Horse just kept kissing him. It was awkward the way they were sitting, and Horse finally grabbed him, tugging him onto Horse's lap, the lounge chair groaning beneath their combined weight.

  He braced himself on Horse's chest, groaning as Horse's tongue fucked his lips. Those big solid hands were on his ass, holding him against Horse's body. Horse was hard as hell, rocking up against him and James' balls ached, feeling heavy, full.

  He was cradled by Horse's legs, no danger of rolling off the lounge chair, Horse taking care of him. He tried to touch, but he couldn't, not like this. Not without losing his balance.

  "Easy, easy." Horse rubbed their cheeks together. "This works better in a bed."

  "Yeah? I'm down with that. I've never done this without a hand."

  "So that makes me your first?" Horse gave him a shit-eating grin.

  "Yeah." Weirdly, yes. It wasn't the same. It was Horse.

  Horse gave him another hard kiss, then hauled up, dragging James up at the same time. Fuck Horse was strong, all those muscles working. James dangled for a breathless minute, but Horse had him, held him. Arm going around him, Horse walked them inside and down the little hall.

  To Horse's bedroom. To Horse's bed.

  James' cock throbbed, it was so hard, so full.

  They didn't say anything, and it didn't take them long to get to Horse's bedroom. Once there, Horse dragged back the covers and helped James onto the bed. He didn't even look around. He had his eyes full of studly man.

  Horse lay down next to him, mouth closing over his in another no holds barred kiss. James wrapped one leg around Horse, his left hand exploring, tracing the huge muscle. Horse took kiss after kiss, one hand tugging at his T-shirt.

  "Want. Please, man." James struggled with the shirt, trying to get it off.

  "Easy, Jim." Horse's voice was low and deep, stroking across him.

  "Sorry." Be cool, man. Cool. Calm. Collected.

  "No apologies, man."

  Horse's mouth covered his again, full on and needy, and James focused on the kisses, on giving Horse everything he wanted.

  Hand on his waistband, Horse drew his T-shirt up, baring James' skin as they touched. Horse's huge hand was warm, covering his belly. Horse stroked his stomach, fingers dancing over his abs. He reached up, fingers on Horse's chest, his stump waving a little.

  Groaning at this touch, Horse deepened the kiss and dragged his T-shirt higher, fingertips finding James' nipples. The firm tugs and pinches surprised him--both because he wouldn't have thought Horse would do it and because he hadn't had it feel so fucking good before.

  Groaning into their kiss, Horse rocked against him, the firm prick hot even through two pairs of jeans. James used his leg to drag them closer together, keep them moving, rocking.

  Horse manhandled his shirt up more, and James helped as best he could, lifting his head and shoulders from the bed.

  "Oh yeah, look at you." Horse was admiring him; there was no mistaking the look in Horse's eyes.

  It made a difference, that pride, that need.

  Bending to his chest, Horse wrapped warm lips around his nipple. The pressure was firm, steady, and threatened to make him scream. Then Horse's teeth scraped across his flesh. A sharp, wild cry filled the air, ringing out. It took a few moments to realize it had come from him.

  Horse moved to the other nipple, suction even stronger on this one. James pressed his fingers against Horse's scalp, the short hair tickling him. Groaning, Horse licked at James' nipple, tongue dragging over it, as one hand slowly worked open his jeans.

  "Want you." So bad.

  "Right here, babe. Gonna love you so good," Horse promised.

  Love him. Not fuck him. Not take him. Love him so good.

  "Yeah. Yeah, man. Please."

  Horse got James' pants undone, rising up to his knees to pull them off, along with his underwear, and tossing both over his shoulder to land on the floor. Then Horse got himself naked, too, exposing a stunning body.

  James groaned deep in his chest, the sight of that club of a cock making him drool.

  "You like what you see?" Horse posed for him.

  "You're the hottest motherfucker I've ever seen. You know how hard it was before not to check you out?"

  Horse smiled. "Yeah? You weren't the only one looking, Jim."

  Oh, God. He wanted to believe that.

  Horse glanced at him, head to toe, then grinned. "And I may have some competition for being the hottest motherfucker on earth."

  "You still got all your parts, man. You win."

  "Right. Because fit guys with all their parts are so rare. You're hot, and that stump is sexy as fuck." Horse grabbed it, touched it from scar to armpit. His fingers were warm, but firm--Horse proving he wasn't afraid to touch it.

  It wasn't erotic, but it felt good, felt like he was real, like his whole arm belonged to him still.

  "You know what this is? It's a reminder of the lives you saved," Horse said softly.

  "I hope so. I hope I made a difference."

  "I'm here, aren't I? So are a couple dozen other men." Horse stretched over him, their bodies rubbing together.

  "You are here. Thank God." James held Horse, allowing himself to use both arms.

  Horse brought their lips together, devouring James' mouth. He opened up, tongue fucking Horse's mouth, both of them pushing and working for pleasure. Horse's cock slid against his, hot and hard, bumping and rubbing. God, he wanted that fat prick. He loved the way a solid cock felt, stretching him wide.

  "How do you like it, Sarge? How do you want it?" Horse asked.

  "I like a hard fuck. I like to feel a man inside me."

  "Oh, baby, remind me why we haven't already hooked up?"

  "I was trying to be faithful to a cheating asshole. So, pure stupidity on my part."

  "Well, you've smartened up since then." Horse grinned wildly and bit at his lips.

  "I have. Learned to stick with the ones I trust with my life."

  Horse leaned past him, opening his side table. Lube and condoms came out, Horse set them on the bed. James reached down, got himself a handful of hot flesh. Horse groaned, pushing into his hand. The movement spread his fingers wide, and James rubbed with his thumb.

  "Fuck, you're good at that." Horse's eyes were at half-mast.

  "Yeah." He'd been jacking off a long time.

  Horse laughed, filling his mouth with the sound as Horse kissed him. James kept stroking, sure and strong, tugging on the heavy cock.

  "Gotta get you ready," Horse told him, voice rough with need.

  "Oh, fuck yes. This okay?" He wasn't sure he knew how to do hands and knees without his arm.

  "Yeah, I want to see your face while I do you."

  "Cool." James spread himself wide.

  "Love that you're eager." Slicking up his fingers, Horse shifted to kneel between his legs.

  "I'm not ashamed of what I need." He'd done that already, learned all that being ashamed could teach him.

  "Good. I'm not either. I'm not ashamed of anything about you." Horse pushed a finger into him. Horse's eyes rolled. "Fuck, baby.
You're tight. Gonna feel so good around me."

  James hoped so.

  Horse finger-fucked him with the single digit, eyes boring into him and James began to move, rocking against that touch.

  "That's it, baby, you know how to take what you want." Horse pushed a second finger into him.

  His lips parted, and James took that finger, too, knowing he'd need one more to take Horse's cock. Horse spread his fingers, closed them together again, pushed them deep. Electricity slammed up James' spine. Yes. Fuck, yes.

  Horse pushed his fingers in again. "Oh yeah, that's what you need."

  James nodded and wetted his lips, his head spinning. That third finger he needed pushed into him, stretching him farther as Horse moved slow and easy.

  James groaned. "Good. Good, good. Jesus, man."

  Satisfaction was a good look on Horse.

  The three fingers inside James stretched wide, opening him up even more.

  "Soon. Soon it'll be your cock." James couldn't wait.

  "That's right, baby. Soon." Horse found his gland again, pressing it firmly.

  James damn near shot up, the sensation making his whole body curl. Horse nudged it a few more times, making him shout. Then Horse's fingers slid away. James couldn't have stopped the protesting moan if he'd tried.

  "I'm not going to leave you hanging," Horse promised.

  "Uh-huh." He just wanted it.

  Horse gloved up and settled between his legs again, tugging his ass down a little. James looked into Horse's warm, dark eyes and Horse stared right back.

  Grabbing his legs, Horse draped James' ankles over broad shoulders and began to push into him. The heavy head spread James, stretching him without a bit of hesitation. Horse didn't stop, didn't speed up, simply continued pushing forward, filling him up. James took and took, accepting every inch. His legs were pressed back against his torso as Horse leaned into him, the thick cock finally stopping once Horse was all the way in.

  "Fuck. So tight." Horse panted softly.

  James was full, filled to the brim.

  Turning his head, Horse kissed his the side of his knee, then began to move again. They thrust, finding a low, easy rhythm, both of them working together. At one point Horse leaned in harder and kissed his stump. James damn near cried out, shocked to the bone. Horse thrust harder, kissed his stump again, mouth open, hot on his skin.

  "Oh, fuck. Horse!"

  Horse's blue eyes met his gaze, and Horse smiled. "I doing it for you, baby?"

  "Fuck. Like no one ever has." And that was the truth.

  Horse's smile was wild and happy and he sped up, thrusting harder. James nodded, meeting each thrust, slamming into Horse's motions. Grunting, Horse kept the rhythm going hard, his gaze never breaking away from James.

  "Don't stop."

  "Not even for a damn second," Horse promised, his hand finding James' cock between their bellies.

  "Fuck yes." His eyes rolled back in his head, and he rolled on that cock.

  Jacking him, Horse kept moving, fucking him like it was Horse's only mission. All he wanted was the orgasm building inside him, to know Horse was going to come, too.

  Horse nodded, making soft, need-driven grunts and moans. "Oh fuck, Jim. Better give it up to me."

  "Uh-huh. Everything." James clenched down, moaned deep in his chest. "Everything."

  Horse's hand was rough on his cock, the friction higher as Horse got near his orgasm.

  "Yes. Yes."

  Pressing his legs back against his thighs, Horse kissed him. It was strong and necessary and the perfect topper. He shot hard, his whole fucking world into it.

  "Fuck yes!" Horse's shout heralded his orgasm and it was just two more thrusts before Horse froze. Maybe he couldn't feel Horse's seed spraying inside him, but he could feel the pulses.

  Collapsing onto him, Horse panted, hot breath warming his face.

  Goddamn.

  He held on with his whole arm, fingers drawing lazy shapes on the sweat-slick skin.

  "Okay, that was...yeah." Horse kissed his neck, lips and tongue sloppy, wet and warm.

  "Uh-huh. Better than yeah."

  That had Horse laughing. "No one'll ever hire me for my scintillating post-sex wit and ginormous vocabulary."

  "Scintillating? Seriously?"

  "No? I could have sworn I knew what that one meant." Horse slipped out of him, grabbing the condom and tying it off.

  "I can't even make little words right now, man. Wow and fuck, yeah, are the best."

  "I had to find my brain so I could throw out the condom." Horse gave him a wink and did exactly that before settling down next to him.

  James wasn't sure if cuddling close would be cool or a pussy thing to do. Horse solved the dilemma for him, tugging him against the broad chest. Oh, thank God. He snuggled up, letting himself go boneless.

  Horse's hand slid over his stump, fingers trailing. It didn't feel deliberate, it simply was. Horse touching him just to touch him; the fact it was on his stump, was a coincidence. He nuzzled Horse's jaw, touching back.

  "You need anything?" Horse asked, free hand stroking over his belly.

  "This. I need this."

  "You got this." Horse squeezed him.

  James nodded. Good. Unexpected as fuck, but good.

  * * * *

  Horse slipped out of bed to get supper going, leaving James to doze. He had to admit, the man looked fucking great in his bed. A little voice in his head asked how long it was going to last. Was he just Jim's rebound man? Horse pushed that thought away. He'd fucking enjoy every second they had and not worry about later. In that vein, he put a spice rub on the steaks, and started prepping a salad.

  "Mmm. Hey, man," Jim said as he walked in. He needed a fucking haircut.

  "Hey." Horse gave into the urge and leaned over to rub his fingers through the mess on top of Jim's head.

  "I know, right? I should get you to trim it."

  "I could shave it down. Give you a high and tight, and a close shave." He drew his hand down over Jim's cheek, the stubble catching at his skin.

  "You wouldn't mind?"

  Mind? He might just cream his jeans. Jim had no idea how intimate shaving another man could be. Which meant that fucker Andy had never done it for him. It made him fiercely glad. "I don't mind at all. You wanna do it now or after we eat?"

  The steaks weren't on the grill yet--they could wait.

  "Let's do it now and I'll jump in the shower after."

  "I like shower sex," Horse noted.

  "Yeah? I do, too. Slick, soapy. It's the perfect place."

  "Yeah." He put the salad back into the fridge. "I've got the razor in the bathroom. Let's do this out on the balcony."

  "Sounds good."

  Horse was hard enough it hurt. He squeezed Jim's shoulder. "Fetch one of the kitchen chairs and meet me outside."

  "You got it." Jim grabbed a chair and headed outside into the fading sunshine.

  Horse watched him go, enjoying the way Jim moved. Damn, he was hooked. Maybe he always had been.

  He went and grabbed the electric razor, then headed out to the deck. Jim had stripped down to just a tiny pair of shorts, and stretched out under the sun.

  "My, my, my, look at what I found on my deck."

  "Mmm. Sun-worshipper ahoy."

  He slid his fingers along Jim's belly, the beautiful skin warm from the sun. Jim smiled and stretched under Horse's touch. It was a gift, to be able to touch now, not to have to ignore his urges.

  He tweaked Jim's right nipple, then plugged in the shaver.

  "No shaving those, man."

  "No?" Horse chuckled, and turned on the razor, running his hand over Jim's head and planning his attack.

  "Nope. I just want to look right again."

  "You know you're not in the service anymore, right? You could let it grow out. Some guys do." Horse didn't. He was happy with his high and tight, thank you very much.

  "Yeah, I know."

  Horse chuckled and began shaving Jim's hair. It
made an almost immediate difference, Jim's eyes seemed bigger, the high cheekbones sharper.

  "There you are." He was hardly even aware of speaking, his focus on removing all the excess hair.

  Jim closed his eyes, not appearing tense at all, just soaking up the sun. Horse ran his hand over the areas he'd already shaved, feeling the short, spiky skin tickling his palms.

  "'m I looking better?"

  "You're looking more like you." Jim hadn't looked bad, just... not himself.

  "That's good, right?" Jim grinned at him and winked.

  "It's very good, man." Horse leaned in and took a quick, hard kiss.

  Jim opened right up, easy as you please. Groaning, Horse slid his tongue into Jim's mouth, losing himself in the kiss for a moment.

  "Mmm." Jim sighed and reached for him.

  "Let me finish," Horse murmured, but he didn't stop kissing.

  "Uh-huh." Jim kissed him back.

  Horse turned off the razor, letting it drop to the deck. He'd need a safety razor to do Jim's stubble anyway. After. Cupping Jim's face, he deepened the kiss.

  "Mmm. God, want you."

  "I'm right here." He was. And more than willing to be loved on.

  "You want me to suck you now or after we're done?" Jim asked.

  "Fuck. Now." The fucking haircut and shave could wait. His prick couldn't.

  Jim reached for his shorts, freed Horse's cock, and leaned forward. His cock was immediately and totally surrounded in wet heat.

  "Jesus Christ."

  Fuck. Fuck. Jim's mouth was something special.

  Jim sucked him like a starving man, like there was nothing else his lover wanted to do. Horse spread his legs a little so he didn't fall over. Jim braced on one hand, head bobbing over Horse's prick. He ran a hand over Jim's scalp, letting the short hairs scrape over his palm. Fuck. Hot. This was his Jim.

  Horse pressed his cock in deeper, Jim's tongue made him crazy. Jim sucked like a fucking dream. How could anyone give this up?

  Horse began rocking, sliding his cock along Jim's tongue. Jim swallowed each time he pushed in, the pressure squeezing the tip. Good god, he was all but ready to go off.

  When Jim went down, swallowing over and over, deep throating him, he did. Crying out, he came, pleasure shooting from him in pulses. Jim's hand gripped his hip, holding on tight. Horse shuddered, his hand stroking over Jim's head.