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before pushing back in.
    “Fuck!” Jaramie exclaimed. “That feels incredible. Don’t stop.”
    “Don’t worry,” Smoky said in a strained voice. “I’m not going to stop until you beg me to.”
    With the same sweet, sultry rhythm he’d exhibited on the dance floor, Smoky thrust into Jaramie, savoring each whimpering moan of pleasure that told him he was hitting the right spot. He reached around and took hold of Jaramie’s arousal again, pumping it to the same beat. Jaramie rocked his hips, fucking Smoky’s fist with unselfconscious enthusiasm as Smoky drove him closer and closer to the peak. He clutched desperately at the top of the wall as though he feared he might fly off into the night sky as Smoky’s agile fingers wrung a climax from him. Pleasure bloomed at his core and swept through him, leaving him panting and sagging in the aftermath. Smoky’s arm around his waist held him upright until he got a grip on the wall again. Nearly delirious with the force the orgasm, he held on as Smoky plunged into him, deep and hard.
    “So good,” Jaramie murmured, as Smoky shuddered and thrust one last time, burying his spurting cock to the hilt.
    “Me too. Never felt anything this good,” Smoky said, his lips moving against the fabric of Jaramie’s gauzy shirt. He leaned there for a long time, taking deep breaths as the echoes of his climax reverberated throughout his body. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
    “Yeah, right.” Jaramie moved restlessly. “Would you mind pulling out now?”
    “Sorry.” Smoky withdrew gently, peeled off the condom, and tucked himself away. When Jaramie turned, Smoky tried to pull him into an embrace.
    “You don’t have to pretend this meant something to you,” Jaramie said. “I’m a big boy.”
    “Whoa,” Smoky said softly. “Why so harsh? I thought we just shared something beautiful.”
    “A lubeless fuck on the roof? Don’t make me laugh.”
    “Do I look like a joker?” The smile dropped from Smoky’s face, and Jaramie was shocked to stillness for a moment.
    “Well, really, do you expect me to believe that this meant anything to you?” Jaramie said when he found his voice. “You probably do this twice a night with the fresh meat.”
    Smoky shook his head. “Not more than twice a week,” he said gravely.
    Jaramie gave the other man a dubious look. “You’re teasing me now, aren’t you?”
    “Yeah, I guess I am, but only because this is suddenly really important to me.”
    “That doesn’t make sense.”
    “Get used to it, Cupcake. I don’t always feel obligated to make sense.”
    “Why do I have to get used to it?”
    “Because you’re going to be seeing a lot of me, if I have my way.”
    “You just had your way.”
    “Well, I want my way again. What do you think about that?”
    “Seriously?” Jaramie met Smoky’s eyes at last. “Don’t play with me. I’m not good at games.”
    “This is no game.” Smoky paused. “Well, it might have started out that way, but you got to me in a way I didn’t expect. I admit it.”
    “I really want to believe you, but—” Jaramie chewed on his lower lip. “It’s just too incredible to think that anything could come of this.”
    “Why?”
    “Because….” Jaramie’s voice trailed off uncertainly. “I don’t know; it just seems so unlikely.”
    “It can become whatever we want it to, if we both believe in it.”
    “That seems too easy.”
    “Does it? Come on; was it easy for you to come up here with me? Was it easy to give yourself like that?” Smoky paused as Jaramie shook his head. “I didn’t think so. So, why did you do it?”
    “I don’t know. It’s definitely not something I’d normally do.”
    “Screw normal.” Smoky held out his hand. “What’s your name, Cupcake?”
    Jaramie laughed abruptly. “My name’s Jaramie,” he said, taking Smoky’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
    “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now that we’re acquainted, would you like to go