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this, I promise you. Let’s go.”
    Go? Go where? But he followed Caleb nevertheless to the tiny, enclosed garden outside of the bedroom. Two wide daybeds, with intricately carved head- and footboards, and thick, soft-looking mattresses on them were placed facing each other.
    “You choose which one you want to be on.”
    He considered. They both looked the same. Being left-handed, he moved to the left. There was a tug as Caleb removed the towel that was around him.
    “Totally private with only the elements to cradle us,” he was told. “So, unless you feel you have a need…?”
    Logan shook his head, sat down on the side of the bed, and waited. Bloody hell, he was so horny. Wanted nothing more than to feel Caleb’s cock in his ass. That was scary in itself. Not the wanting to be fucked by Caleb, but the intensity of his feelings. This total need was alien to him. Up until then, he would have said he was reasonably self-contained, happy-go-lucky, and could take or leave having a partner. Now, in the space of a few short hours, his whole focus had changed. He knew without a shadow of a doubt Caleb completed something he hadn’t even known was missing. A thought struck him. They hadn’t discussed it, and even though there was incredible sexual tension between then, would it matter to Caleb that he was gay?
    “I know,” came the amused answer. “It’s irrelevant at the moment. We need to keep any thoughts of us, as in ‘you and me’ us, out of the equation. All that’s pertinent at the moment is you, your body, and what you’re going to do for it. Turn and put your legs on the bed. Lie down, keep your eyes open. Look at me.”
    He watched as Caleb moved to the bed opposite and lay down, his body now a mirror image of his own. He realized the beds must be higher at the head than the foot as, even lying down, he could see Caleb perfectly. He waited, senses on high alert, for what was going to happen next.
    “What do you want to happen?”
    Shit, That non-mind-reading stuff again. “For you to fuck me. Then for me to return the favor. Learn together.”
    He watched in disbelief as Caleb slowly shook his head. “It won’t happen. Now come.”
    “What? You’ve just said you won’t fucking screw me, and you want me to come? Just like that?” Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re mad. Don’t you fancy me? Is that stiffy only on your own behalf?” He knew he was ranting like a maniac, but hell, he was craving the man. And was calmly told it wasn’t going to happen. No way. He went to stand up, but a look from Caleb stopped him.
    “Logan.” The knowing and sympathetic tone made him relax onto the mattress again. “I care. I want. I promise I’m going to come, too. Together, yet apart. Not together as one. Trust me. I’ll explain more later. Now look at my eyes.”
    Logan felt Caleb’s gaze concentrating on him. He was sure all of Caleb’s attention centered on him. His cock, already hard, seemed to swell even more. He watched as, slowly, Caleb touched himself.
    “Copy me; follow my lead. Your cock craves your touch. Like this.” Gently, it seemed, Caleb began to work his hands over his own engorged cock. Logan mimicked each stroke. One hand moved, briefly cupped balls before touching first one nipple, then the other. And all the time, their gazes held.
    “Faster now, harder, tighter. Feel the ripples, Logan, feel the power.”
    Logan watched as Caleb began to pump his cock. He was aware that his own cock responded, and knew that… “Oh, jeez. I’m coming now. Shit, Caleb, now, now.” He heard a high keening noise as his cum spurted over his hand and realized the noise came from his mouth. He saw Caleb’s head roll back, heard his shout of “ Yesss,” saw his hands slow, stop, and rest.
    Harsh breathing mingled with the noise of the waves, which suddenly seemed louder, announcing their presence and their power.
    Neither spoke. At last, Caleb stirred. “Next time you’ll come