Greetings Loved Ones!
Welcome to this week's Silver Flash! I need to warn you upfront, this is a hot episode and there is sexual content so if you are not a fan of beautiful gay men enjoying each other's lust filled bodies, then I'd recommend leaving this site. If you are a fan, well then I hope you enjoy their antics.
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As always, wishing you Love and Butterflies,
Foxe and Hund 9 : 10/12/11
TJ whimpered and sighed, melting into Zane. He couldn’t believe he was actually here, leaning up against his car, with the Zane peppering him with kisses and driving him insane. He wanted to strip the man of every stitch of clothing and lick every inch of exposed skin he could find. His doubts had soared with Zane’s declaration of intent, but his body… the sensations the man stirred—his tingling skin, the moans he couldn’t stop, the hot lust he felt, the overwhelming desire to have Zane touch him—all warred with his good sense—and the primal urges were winning.
“Come. Let’s take this party inside before my more conservative neighbors call the cops,” Zane mumbled into TJ’s ear. He nipped at his earlobe; his strong hands clutched at the backs of TJ’s thighs, fingertips brushing at the crack of his ass as they wiggled into the top of his jeans.
“We are the cops.” TJ panted as Zane nipped at his throat. He tipped his head to the side, giving Zane more room to work his magic, as he felt Zane sucking at his skin, knowing it was sure to leave a hickey. He usually hated it when boyfriends left him marked up, but this was different—this was Zane. A thrill went through him, knowing he’d carry the bruise for the next couple of days to come. “Unga… In—Inside sounds good…
Zane growled. He let go of TJ’s legs and set the man on the ground, keeping steadying hands wrapped round his waist until he was sure his man’s limbs would hold him upright. When TJ felt steady on his feet, Zane led TJ to the front door, and drew TJ into his home.
TJ heard the snap of a switch before light bathed the inside of the small ranch-style house. Zane pulled him inside and closed the door, pressing TJ to the door behind him. Their bodies lined up—thighs pressed to thighs, chest to chest, groin to groin. TJ had his hands on Zane’s shoulders.
“Officer, I think you’ve got a problem with personal space.” TJ’s breathy voice sounded strange even to his own ears.
“Would you like to press charges?” Zane’s lusty growl sent gooseflesh erupting all over TJ’s body, his hot breath a caress as his gaze held TJ’s.
“There are lots of things I’d like to press—” TJ moaned as Zane inserted his thigh between TJ’s legs, pressing against his groin so TJ could rub against him, getting the friction he so desperately needed.
“Gotta touch you—” Zane’s hands sought out the buttons of TJ’s shirt, shaking fingers struggled to find the coordination to open them. Zane took an audible deep breath, fisting his hands momentarily before finding his control. With care and a gentle touch, he opened each button reverently, fingers skating across the hot skin revealed therein. He pushed the open shirt off TJ’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Taking a step backwards, Zane’s hands drew TJ with him, through the house, to his bedroom.
TJ didn’t even pause to notice the quaintly decorated house—it was a blur of subdued earth tones: browns and greens. When they entered the bedroom, which was awash in deep blues and vibrant reds, TJ was almost overcome. The conservative nature of the rest of the house served as a buffer, much like Zane’s personality. His gruff nature was a barrier between the public and the real Zane. This room reflected the real Zane, the inner Zane, and it was beautiful.
Zane guided TJ to a seat on his bed, dropping to his knees before him. With carefully conscious movements, Zane removed TJ’s shoes and socks. He leaned forward between TJ’s thighs and undid the button to his jeans before leaning up and locking their lips for a searing kiss which left them both breathless.
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