Touching Evil by Rob Knight Page B

heels, Artie pushed him down on the bed and
reached unerringly for the lube in the side table, settling between his
spread legs. "Fuck, Greg. Pretty."
    He drew his legs up and back, spreading wider, trying not to feel like he hadn't been a lot younger last time he'd done this.
    "Gonna be good, Greg. Gonna be fine." Bless him, Artie knew. Knew
and took such care, getting his fingers good and wet before pressing
them between Greg's legs, right up against his hole. The other big hand
stroked his belly, soothing him.
    He moaned, arching a little under the touch. "Your hands..."
    Artie wanted to say they were made for touching him but thought it
was too corny. Too cute. One finger circled his hole, pushing and
pressing. Opening him up, Artie pushed in deeper, all the way in,
finger crooking inside him.
    He cried out, the jolt inside of him strong, almost shocking. "Oh. Again. Not hurting me. Please. Do it again."
    "You got it." He did, too, Artie teasing him, testing him, finger
sliding in and out. When he became slick, open and easy, a second
finger joined the first, pushing him higher and higher.
    It was amazing, the way things felt, the way Artie pushed inside
him. Greg kept his eyes open, kept watching, assuring himself he was
there. Real. Solid.
    "Right here. God, you're hot inside." Hot, and tight, and Artie
could hardly believe it either. Greg felt the awe. "One more, man? I
don't want to push too hard."
    "I stretch." He reached out, eyes wide as his hand landed on Artie's
chest. The strong heart beat and beat, so steady. "One more."
    "One more," Artie repeated, licking his lips and nodding. The hand
not partly inside him moved, fingers searching out the sweet spot on
his thigh as Artie pushed that third finger inside him, so good.
    "Artie." A soft sound pushed out of him and he wanted, he wanted it all, so badly he ached. "Please."
    "Now, huh? Yeah. Now." Artie pulled free and got the lube again,
slicking up that cock, all red and hard for him, so hot. So hot. When
Artie pushed against him with the wet head, he thought he might explode.
    Damn. Oh, damn. Exploding might be smaller than this, might be less than the feeling of Artie inside him.
    Pushing forward, Artie stretched him to the breaking point, thick
and so hard, all the way in until Artie's hips cupped his ass. He
moaned, eyes clinging to Artie's. Inside him. Christ. It took all he
was to remember to breathe in, to suck in air. A deep, rough sound
rumbled up from Artie's chest, hips surging as he started to rock
against Greg, filling him over and over. Tremors began deep inside
Greg, threatening to shake him apart, to take him apart. Then Artie's
hand landed on his belly, easing him, centering him right down.
    "I got you. I'm right here, Greg. I'm with you all the way." Sweet
touches soothed him, calmed him enough to breathe and relax, letting
Artie in even deeper.
    "Oh..." He rippled, the smile stretching his face. "Yes. I know. I know , Artie."
    He got a smile in return, Artie rocking into him, hands starting to
move on his skin. His throat, his chest, his upper arms all felt
Artie's touch before those rough fingers found his nipples and pinched.
That brought out more of those hungry cries, and he lifted up, tugging
Artie down for a kiss. The kiss turned voracious right off, Artie
licking at his lips, invading his mouth with that hot tongue. He
groaned, wrapping his lips around Artie's tongue and sucking. His cock
rubbed between them, caught against Artie's heat.
    "Mmm." The man sounded like Greg was cheesecake. Or hot chocolate.
Artie loved hot chocolate with real milk and marshmallows. He almost
laughed as that popped into his head, but then Artie moved just so, hit
that spot inside him the very best way.
    He gasped, nodded. Oh. Oh, yes. Love. There. Good. Don't stop.
Somehow, Artie heard, knew, he could feel it. It just kept on and on,
Artie's face and chest flushed dark, the arm muscles with the marks
Greg'd left standing out strong as Artie grasped his