The Final Act by Bonnie Dee

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    “Oh, man, that didn’t take long.” He opened them and smiled at Denny. “I think I really needed that.”
    “You were wound a little tight.” Denny crawled up to lay beside him. “Here you’ve been under all this stress and I wasn’t there for you. I feel terrible.”
    “Which is exactly why I didn’t mention anything. I know how worked up you get over things you can’t do anything about. I wanted you to enjoy your show and not worry about me and my shit.” He ruffled Denny’s hair.
    “Well, at least this explains why you’ve been so quiet. It takes a load off my mind.”
    “Why, what did you think was wrong?”
    “I wasn’t sure.” Denny rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.
    Tom stroked a hand up and down his back. “Don’t tell me you thought I was messing around with someone. God, Denny, don’t you have any faith in me?”
    Denny hugged him tighter, burying his face into his chest because he was ashamed to meet his eyes. “I know. I’m stupid. There’s too much time to think and wonder about shit like that living here in a strange city. When we’re not working, we have a lot of time on our hands. You sounded distant on the phone and I started imagining things.”
    “Work problems. That’s all it is. I swear.” Tom’s voice was calm. His even temper was one of the things Denny loved most about him. More dramatic lovers he’d had in the past would’ve blown his lack of trust into a huge drama, but Tom was unruffled. Finding steady, reliable, lovable Tom had been like finding gold.
    “How are you feeling? Stomach still upset?” Denny asked, rubbing his hand in circles on Tom’s hairy belly.
    “A little, but I’m feeling better being here with you.” Tom’s hand slipped between their bodies, unfastened his fly and slipped inside to cup his erection. “As a matter of fact, I’m feeling good enough to repay the favor.”
    “Oh really?” Denny rolled onto his back. Tom stripped him naked and crouched between his legs, hands moving slowly up his thighs. Denny’s cock throbbed in anticipation of his touch. His skin felt as sensitive as if he had a fever, and his breath caught as, at long last, Tom took him in hand.
    Folding his arms behind his head, Denny watched his boyfriend’s lips stretch around his girth, the sight nearly as arousing as the feeling of his hot, wet mouth. Denny’s eyes half-closed in pleasure, but he continued to observe Tom’s hand steadily stroking him and the partial profile of his face. Dark hair curled on his forehead. His eyelashes made two perfect arcs against his cheeks, hollowed from the force of his sucking.
    A pang of pure love for this man shot through Denny. There was no one he’d rather be with day or night, in bed or out of it, for the rest of their lives. Tom’s hard tugging sent waves of lust flowing through him. He groaned and closed his eyes as he submitted to sensation. The length of time apart, coupled with the heat and friction on his cock, soon brought him to the brink of orgasm. For eight weeks Denny had had no sexual release but his own hand. It felt wonderful simply to be touched again. And Tom knew just how he liked it.
    Denny groaned and thrust into his lover’s hand and mouth, but before he could come, Tom released his shaft and moved lower. He tongued his balls, giving them a wet, warm bath that would’ve pushed Denny over the edge if Tom’s thumb and forefinger weren’t clamped around the base of his shaft like a cock ring.
    Then he went lower still, nudging Denny to lift his hips off the bed. He ran his tongue in a teasing circle around the rim of his anus before dipping delicately inside. Denny squirmed with pleasure as Tom’s sinuous tongue played in and around the clenching ring of muscle. The tickling was torturous and the sensation exquisite. He gasped aloud and begged for Tom to finish him off.
    With a chuckle, Tom abandoned his ass play and moved back to sucking Denny’s cock, first just the