Setting: Post-ATF
The situation had been building for months. They ran into one another suspiciously often for two people who no longer worked or lived on the same side of town. Ezra had lost count of the number of times that Josiah Sanchez had 'just dropped by' his office for a quick consultation about some stock or financial opportunity he was considering, but never seemed to actually invest in. Or he would stop by to invite Ezra to lunch since he was 'in the neighborhood', or go far out of his way to pass on a message from Chris Larabee, Vin Tanner or one of their other former co-workers about some planned weekend get-together, as though he worried that Ezra was not receiving those very same invitations by fax, phone or email.
In their ATF days, Ezra had often wondered whether Josiah's interest in him might be a bit more than just friendly, but he had never pursued the matter. It would have been inappropriate to strike up a relationship with a co-worker, even without the unspoken disapproval of same-sex couples within the governmental ranks.However, after Josiah had taken early retirement a year ago and Ezra had chosen to leave the daily stresses of undercover work behind to pursue a new career as a financial consultant, their friendship had changed and strengthened. A new ease seemed to develop between them, but then it changed yet again. Recently Ezra had gone from running into Josiah every couple of months to seeing him nearly every week.
Perhaps absence really did make the heart grow fonder, he mused.
At any rate, he was tired of waiting for something to happen. He had become frustrated by watching Josiah dance around him when they met, striking up conversations that went nowhere, casting longing gazes that would dart away the moment Ezra looked straight at him. He was tired of waiting for the older man to speak his mind, issue an invitation or just make some sort of definitive move that would allow them to progress to a place that Ezra was sure that they both wanted to go.
Well, fine. If Josiah wouldn't make the first move, then obviously it was up to him. It was Saturday afternoon and he had issued an invitation by phone last Thursday for Josiah to meet him at his townhouse for an afternoon of entertainment.
Checking over the neat comfortable décor of his living room, plumping the sofa pillows and putting on a selection of soft instrumental music, Ezra grinned in anticipation. He had not bothered to tell Josiah that he was the only guest at this particular party or that, with any luck, the entertainment would not be taking place in front of the television.
~*~*~*~*~
Promptly at two the doorbell rang and Ezra opened the door to admit Josiah, who was dressed handsomely but casually in khakis and a pressed gray button down shirt that did wonderful things for his eyes.He had come bearing a fruit and vegetable tray, which Ezra accepted with an appreciative smile as he quipped, "Ah, Mr. Sanchez, ever the perfect guest!"
Ezra placed the food upon the built in wet-bar at the edge of the living room where a guest could overlook the beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains visible from the window.
They leaned against the bar enjoying the view and sipping at glasses of Ezra's fine liquor, making small talk for nearly half an hour, until finally, after several glances between his watch and the front door, Josiah voiced the question his host had been expecting. "Where is everyone? Not like them all to be late."
Ezra flashed him a predatory smile. "Well, aren't I the forgetful one? It seems I neglected to present any further invitations after speaking with you."
Picking up a plump strawberry from the tray, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked the fruit decadently, working it loose from the stem in small nibbles and then licking his juice reddened lips with slow intent, smirking as he watched Josiah gulp at the action.
"Such a shame, isn't it? It looks as if it will be just the two of us, alone together all afternoon long."
Gulping yet again, Josiah snatched blindly for a handful of small celery stalks, popping them into his mouth and crunching energetically as he tried to think of a response.
Ezra nearly laughed at the action. Josiah's brain was clearly not working on all cylinders because Ezra knew for a fact that he hated celery.
Reaching out a hand, he straightened the crooked edge of his friend's collar, following the line of the shirt down to the open V of the neck and using his thumb to pop open a couple of additional buttons. "You look hot," he said silkily, allowing the other man to interpret the comment in whatever way he chose.
"Uh, th-thank you."
Ezra moved closer, deliberately invading Josiah's personal space but stopping just short of touching him as he looked straight into those mesmerizing blue-gray eyes and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
A disappointed huff escaped his lips when Josiah literally backpedalled, nearly falling over a bar stool in his haste to put some distance between them. If not for the tenting visible at the front of his khaki pants, Ezra might have thought he had been mistaken about all this.
"Problem, Mr. Sanchez?" he asked innocently.
In a strangled voice, Josiah said, "What do you think you're doing?"
Ezra sighed softly. "I should have thought that would be obvious."
"O-obvious?"
Ezra could not help smiling. He would have bet good money that a man who spoke with Josiah's smooth velvety deep tones would be incapable of squeaking. "Over the last few months, I've come to the conclusion that you have developed an interest in me; a very personal interest."
He waited but the older man refused to take the hint, looking even more alarmed than before.
Raising his eyebrows and deciding that he might as well just lay his cards on the table and see what came of it; Ezra changed his matter of fact tone to something gentler. "I thought, well, it seemed to me lately that your interest had developed into something more than mere friendship where I was concerned. I needed to know for certain, so . . ." He raised his hands, encompassing the room in a 'here we are' gesture. When Josiah failed to answer, he asked softly, "Was I wrong?"
To his surprise, Josiah's face turned a deep shade of red and he dropped his gaze, looking more guilty and ashamed of himself by the moment as he shuffled from foot to foot, wiped his sweating palms on the legs of his pants, crossed and uncrossed his arms, and finally jerked his head in the briefest of shakes. "You weren't wrong," he grunted. "I'm so very sorry, Ezra. I never meant for you to realize."
Ezra winced. He had assumed that Josiah was reluctant to speak because he was unsure of receiving return interest. He realized now that his friend was not simply shy about making the first move, he was totally uncomfortable with this aspect of himself. It was hard to believe that anyone could have reached the age of 48 without recognizing such an important facet of their personality as dual sexuality, but Ezra was willing to concede that it was possible.
"It's all right, you know," he said, laying a hand on his friend's forearm. He felt the muscles tense beneath his hand but Josiah did not pull away. "Wanting a friend in this way is nothing to be ashamed of. Have you never felt sexual attraction towards other men before?"
"A few times," Josiah admitted reluctantly, "but I always told myself it wasn't real. That I was reacting to some outside factor rather than the man himself."
Ezra gave the rigid forearm a squeeze. "And now, with me?"
"It's different," he murmured. "I've tried everything to make my attraction to you go away, but nothing works. I used to be able to keep everything in check but now my body reacts every time you're near me, and no matter how hard I tell myself to stay away and resist the temptation of being close to you, I just can't."
Josiah sighed, the sound as filled with misery as any that Ezra had ever heard before.
"Come, sit," he urged, pulling the unresisting Josiah to the sofa. As they sat, he took one large callused hand between his own. Feeling that he needed to tread carefully, Ezra kept his tone gentle. "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps you couldn't erase those longings because you weren't meant to do so? Perhaps the simplest cure for what ails you would be to give in to that need and see where it takes you."
"With you?" Astonishment flashed through Josiah's eyes as he finally looked Ezra full in the face.
Ezra grinned. "Well, I certainly wasn't suggesting you approach Mr. Wilmington!"
Josiah seemed to struggle to find the right words but finally he gave up and just blurted, "But you're not gay! You can't be!"
"Why not?"
"Because I've watched you charm and flirt with women dozens of times, Ezra! All you had to do was flash those big green eyes and they were all over you." He laughed a little, the sound strained and unnatural. "It used to drive Buck crazy."
Ezra shook his head. "Flirt is the operative word in that argument. Harmless innuendo, a dance or drink while offering a few compliments, a bit of playful flattery. It was great fun, but they knew I wasn't serious. In fact, Mr. Sanchez, I'll let you in on a little secret. There have been a grand total of two, both embarrassingly incomplete, sexual encounters with women over the entire course of my life."
Josiah frowned. "Incomplete? What are you saying?"
The southerner man finally gave in to the urge he'd been fighting against and laughed. He had tried subtle, he had tried polite, he had tried kind and understanding, and the other man was just refusing to comprehend. Clearly it was time to be blunt.
"I'm saying that when it comes to women I either can't get it up, or I can't keep it up." Another flush of color filled Josiah's cheeks as he finally got the picture. Ezra grinned wickedly, enjoying the reaction as he blithely continued with deliberate crudity, "On the other hand, there are eight gentlemen who have given me the extreme pleasure of taking my rock-hard dick up their asses until we both came hard enough to see stars."
Eyes wide, Josiah simply gaped at this information.
"And lest you think me selfish, there are another six whom I have allowed to return the favor. Well, technically three as the other half can be counted among those initial eight," he continued thoughtfully. "Oh, yes, and there are four additional men with whom I have exchanged eminently satisfactory blow-jobs. I assure you, Josiah, that I am most definitely gay."
For several seconds, Josiah's mouth opened and closed without a sound. Thoughts were clearly racing through his brain faster than he could sort them out. Finally he settled for, "And me? You've considered allowing me to . . . to become number nine?"
This time it was Ezra who was caught off guard. He wondered if Josiah was even aware of what he had said, that after the figures Ezra had boasted, this man who was evidently a virgin when it came to other men was essentially asking to be taken. He had somehow assumed that if Josiah agreed to his proposal he would wish to be on top.
"You're here, aren't you?" he said, pushing his own question aside for a moment. "I invited you here, alone, fully aware of your interest in me."
"True," Josiah acknowledged, finally smiling a little.
Ezra smiled back. "And have I been at all subtle in my seduction techniques?"
Josiah relaxed a bit more, a laugh breaking free. "Not really."
"Then I believe you have your answer. I want you as well, my friend." His voice dropped, becoming husky. "In truth, I've been positively itching to get my hands on you."
A hint of reluctant shyness stole across the older man's features. "You might be disappointed. Compared to you, I'm not much to look at. I'm a lot older than you are and not nearly as well put together."
Ezra leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Josiah's lips, keeping his touch light as he threaded his fingertips through the other man's thick salt and pepper curls and allowed his tongue to dart and dance in an invitation, which Josiah quickly accepted. They kissed for several minutes, and then Ezra laid his forehead against Josiah's, breathing hard as he said, "I've always found you handsome; tall and sturdy with strong and decidedly masculine facial features. Pretty-boy types have never been particularly attractive to me."
"And the age difference?"
"Thirteen years? That simply means that when I was starting grammar school, you were finishing high school. Hardly an important consideration at this stage of life." He grinned mischievously. "And just think. If you were 100 years old, I would be your hot young thing of only 87!"
Josiah burst out laughing. "You do have a way of putting things in perspective."
Ezra stretched up and nipped at Josiah's earlobe, pressing him back into the sofa to lie on top of him. "So, what do you say, Mr. Sanchez," he whispered, licking lightly at his ear. "Care to see if we can't find that itch inside of you and," he pressed his hips down, allowing Josiah to feel the pressure of his steadily building erection, "scratch it?"
A low moan escaped Josiah's lips, his hips bucking up involuntarily. His hands bunched into Ezra's shirt, practically ripping it out of the waistband of his slacks in sudden desperation for the feel of warm skin. Ezra aided his efforts by pushing up on one knee and working the closure of his pants open. Josiah's breath quickened as he dragged the now freed shirt up and over Ezra's head, tossing it aside and running both hands eagerly over the newly exposed expanse of his torso.
Ezra likewise made quick work of Josiah's buttons, flinging open the shirt and unfastening his khakis for easy access before brushing his fingertips through the thick dusting of grayish brown hair that covered the older man's chest. "So soft," he murmured, a note of wonder in his voice. "Like kitten fur."
An embarrassed grin lit Josiah's long face. "I put conditioner in it sometimes. Women seem to like it."
"I assure you that men do as well," Ezra replied, bending his head to nip at one of the dusky little nipples peaking up through the soft nest of hair.
Josiah shivered in response, both hands sliding down Ezra's back and working their way past the waistband of his shorts to boldly cup his bare buttocks. He massaged the muscular globes sensuously, pressing their groins together as Ezra continued to lick and tease at his sensitive nipples.
As he watched Josiah swallow hard and press his head back into the cushions, Ezra became interested in the sharp outline of his partner's Adam's apple, licking the tempting throat from hollow to chin, enjoying the rough prickle of barely risen whiskers against his tongue. "Sexy as hell," he murmured, kissing his way back down Josiah's tense neck muscles and pausing to suck, wanting to leave a mark for the other man to remember this by.
"My father used to say that people like us would burn in hell," Josiah grated, frantically gripping the material of Ezra's pants and under shorts in his hands and shoving them downward, lifting both of their bodies upward on strong thighs as he likewise groped and shoved his own clothing off, desperate for fuller contact.
Ezra moaned happily as he felt the naked expanse of Josiah's turgid penis rub up against his own. "Oh, Lord, that feels good," he sighed. Rotating his hips to gain even more sensation, he asked, "And what would you say to your father's narrow-minded declaration today?"
"That nothing that feels this much like heaven could possibly be wrong," Josiah whispered, for the first time taking the initiative to kiss his partner.
Warm lips and hands travelled everywhere they could reach as the two men slowly and sensually rubbed against each other.
"God, I've wanted you so badly," Josiah confessed breathlessly. "For months, I've been dreaming of it and feeling so scared of it at the same time."
"What were you frightened of?" Ezra asked, peppering kisses along Josiah's shoulder, loving the feel of the warm rough hands sliding so gently up and down his spine as they moved together.
Josiah looked into his eyes, so serious and trusting that Ezra stilled, knowing that he needed to devote his full attention to whatever his partner was about to say.
"I was sure that you wouldn't want me, afraid that I would confess what I'd been feeling and you'd hate me for it," Josiah said honestly. "Scared that what I want most is something that I'm . . . that no man is truly meant to have."
Remembering the earlier unexpected comment he had been wondering about, Ezra traced a hand down the long lantern jaw and guessed, "You long to be taken." His smile grew tender seeing the embarrassment and hope warring in Josiah's pale eyes. "But at the same time, that idea frightens you because you fear that giving yourself to me will be a painful, and perhaps emasculating, experience."
"How did you know?" Josiah murmured, color staining his cheeks.
He looked so vulnerable and so unexpectedly young that Ezra felt his heart swell with pride that he should be the one presented with this fragile display of trust. Placing a soft kiss upon the other man's lips, he replied with complete honesty, "Because I've been there. For most of us, the discovery and acceptance that we are among those men who desire other men comes early in life, but that doesn't make the total vulnerability of giving oneself to another man any easier." He kissed Josiah again, longer and more passionately this time. "I can only imagine how much more difficult it has been to accept that your needs no longer match what you've spent 30-some years believing to be true for you. That takes courage, my friend. Great courage."
Josiah stroked his hands downward, cupping Ezra's ass with the right and working his left between their bodies to take a firm grip on Ezra's cock. "I want to know," he said. "I need to feel this, to feel you becoming part of me. Can you do that? Will you teach me?"
Ezra was surprised to feel tears well up in his eyes at that earnest, still-nervous, question. He wrapped both arms tightly around Josiah's thick body, trapping the gripping hand between them, and kissed the other man for all he was worth. "You're wonderful," he whispered. Looking him in the eye again, he asked, "You're certain this is what you want?"
"Yes," Josiah said, taking a deep breath and seeming to come to some inner resolution. "Please, Ezra."
Careful of his lower legs, still trapped within the confines of his half-discarded trousers, Ezra climbed off the couch and got to his feet, kicking off his shoes and working the clothing free as soon as he was upright. Holding out his hand, he helped Josiah to do the same.
With a smile on his face, Ezra stepped back a pace, holding their joined hands upright between them as he took a moment to get a good long look at the older man's nude body. It was wide at shoulder and hip with a squarely solid torso in between. Both arms and legs were long and muscular and he smiled to see Josiah self-consciously attempting to suck in the softer protrusion of his belly.
Ezra disengaged his right hand, using it to stroke the fleshy area soothingly before lowering it to take a light grip on the still sturdy erection bobbing just below. Running his hand up and down the warm flesh, he said again, "Masculine and sexy as hell."
Josiah seemed to relax a bit more at those words of approval. Stroking his own hands over the expanse of Ezra's slender well-muscled body, he replied, "Look who's talking. You could be one of the Greek gods portrayed in marble."
Pleased by Josiah's lust-filled gaze, Ezra slid back into his arms. "A great deal more warm and pliant than marble, I assure you," he said, moving in for a kiss. "Though I seem to recall that those gods were known for their erotically persuasive power over poor mortals. What do you say we move this into my bedroom and see if I can't live up to their reputation?"
Though only a few inches taller than Ezra, Josiah was as strong as an ox. He brought forth a squawk of surprise followed by a thoroughly delighted gale of laughter as, without a word, he scooped Ezra up beneath his back and knees and carried him unerringly towards the bedroom.
~*~*~*~*~
"If I may be so bold," Ezra began, as Josiah settled him gently upon the bed, but then promptly forgot what he'd been about to say as the other man climbed on top, pressing against him from ribs to toes as he began to kiss and nibble along Ezra's shoulder and chest. "Oh, God, right there!"Eyes twinkling, Josiah abandoned his tease of Ezra's left nipple, giving the right one a slow lick before asking innocently, "Did you want to ask me something?"
Ezra blinked, trying to focus. "Um, oh, yes. If you wish me to take the lead in this encounter then I need to make certain that you are able to reach fulfillment. I should warn you that you may not respond with, shall we say, enthusiasm to the sensation of being entered, and I don't want you to feel that you are failing in any way because of it."
It took a moment for Josiah to work out his meaning. Currently his erection was lying strong and hard atop Ezra's hip. "You mean I'll soften up when you take me?"
"A distinct possibility," Ezra told him. "You might thoroughly enjoy the sensation but not be able to fully respond to it. It's a common physiological side effect. "
He nodded. "Pleasure overload, similar to the way a body can react to intense pain. Everything else becomes secondary and you can't concentrate on anything but that one sensation."
Ezra smiled at the description. "Precisely." Looking him straight in the eyes, he said seriously, "I worry that you may not feel fulfilled by this experience, Josiah. I want you to revel in the sensation of my body taking yours; to know the extreme and exquisitely unique pleasure that it can bring."
Clearly touched by the heartfelt statement, Josiah kissed him gently. "I want that too, but I'm not worried, Ezra. I can't imagine not enjoying anything you might do to me."
Ezra surged up and grabbed him, rolling them both over onto their sides as he explored the other man's mouth passionately, hands stroking and kneading the powerful corded muscles of Josiah's back and the softer roundness of his buttocks. "I'm going to make this so good for you," he promised, overwhelmed by the faith being placed in him. Taking a deep breath to steady his control before he could become lost in his own emotions, he advised, "Lie on your back."
Josiah shifted obediently, breath hitching with eager nervousness when Ezra rose up on his hands and knees and began working his way down the long torso, laving both nipples, nibbling over Josiah's ribs and the quivering softness of his belly. He was voracious in his coverage, long strokes of a talented tongue sweeping across Josiah's hips and inner thighs as his hands gently petted and stroked at the surrounding flesh.
When Josiah groaned and lifted his knees toward the ceiling, Ezra took his cue and dove down to lavish attention upon the firm fleshy pouch of Josiah's scrotum, pressing the point of his tongue firmly both in front and behind the large, perfectly shaped testicles.
Watching Josiah to gauge his reaction, Ezra placed a finger inside his mouth and wet it thoroughly before massaging it slowly inside the virgin pucker behind those tender mounds.
Every muscle in Josiah's body tensed at the intrusion but as Ezra continued to press and circle with infinite gentleness, running his tongue along the underside of the Josiah's cock and taking tiny lapping swipes at the head, he relaxed again, groaning a breathless sounding, "Aaah."
"Are you all right?"
Eyes struggling to focus, Josiah smiled at Ezra's concerned expression and heaved a shaky sigh. "I'm great. Don't stop. Please."
"I have no intention of stopping," he promised, then dove straight down on the long cock and hummed his way back up, holding on tight and smiling around the rigid organ as Josiah nearly bucked him off with the force of his sudden thrust. Ezra was pleased to note that Josiah hadn't even seemed aware of the insertion of a second finger.
Keeping Josiah's attention focused completely, Ezra concentrated on giving the longest, slowest, most thorough blowjob of his life, enjoying the way his partner ground his head into the pillow, gasping and moaning wantonly, his shaking fingers carding and clutching at the soft brown waves of Ezra's hair, totally ignoring the slow and careful preparation happening inside his body.
When he had decided that Josiah was as ready as foreplay would be able to get him, Ezra removed his hand and went down on Josiah again, as deeply as he could manage, humming and this time swallowing when he felt the hard knob press against the back of his throat.
Josiah shouted wordlessly, hands clutching at the bedding beneath him as he spilled his completion into the accepting mouth, panting and groaning softly as the aftershocks filled him. "My . . . God!"
Ezra laughed and rose up on the bed to press a kiss to Josiah's lips. "Should I continue?"
For a split-second, Josiah looked confused, but as his gaze fell upon the hard rose-colored cock standing at proud attention against Ezra's flat stomach, his eyes filled with excitement. "Do it."
Shocked by how aroused he felt at seeing the last vestige of uncertainty vanish from Josiah's beautiful blue eyes, Ezra stifled a moan against the other man's broad shoulder. He urged him onto his side and spooned up behind him, sliding a hand beneath Josiah's thigh to push it upward. "It will be easier this way," he whispered.
Feeling behind him, Ezra opened the nightstand drawer and withdrew a condom and a small bottle of lubricant, fingers shaking a little as he hastily applied both to his straining erection.
"I'm ready," Josiah told him, watching over his shoulder as Ezra finished preparing himself.
Ezra took a firm grip upon Josiah's hips and told him, "Take a deep breath and try to relax. It will feel a little painful at first."
He nodded, breathing slowly in and out a couple of times and then taking a third deeper breath and holding it.
Ezra positioned himself and pressed steadily, pausing when he encountered the expected resistance. Soon, the muscles naturally loosened and allowed him to continue. He stopped after the first couple of inches, voice tight with tension as he asked, "All right?"
Josiah released his breath gustily, panting for several seconds as he became accustomed to the peculiar sensation. "I think so."
Kissing his shoulder again, Ezra wrapped his lower arm around Josiah's waist and held him as he resumed pushing. He went carefully, pausing at each new point of resistance, sweat breaking out over his entire body with the strain of self-denial. His cock was pulsing with need, making him want to ram straight in to the root, press Josiah down and fuck him through the mattress, but he held the cresting wave of desire at bay, wanting and needing Josiah to enjoy this encounter even more than he wanted to enjoy it himself.
Finally, when he was seated all the way inside, he heard Josiah release a soft moan. "Are you all right? The pain should be subsiding by now."
"It's gone," he replied dreamily. "Just a little ache deep inside of me, but the rest . . ."
Concerned, Ezra twisted his upper body to allow him to see the other man's face, determinedly keeping his hips still. "The rest?"
"I can feel you, locked inside of me so closely that I can actually feel your heart beating. It's even better than I'd imagined." Josiah's voice choked with emotion as he said, "It's the most wonderful feeling."
Relief washing over him, Ezra simply hugged the other man for a few seconds, letting him enjoy it and then he said, "It will only get better," and finally gave in to the need to pump his hips.
Josiah gasped and then moaned as he felt the slide of Ezra's cock inside him, out a couple of inches and then back, smooth and easy. The motion repeated and then soon picked up a rhythm that had both men gasping and sighing at the total rightness of it.
Lowering his hand to feel Josiah's genitals, Ezra realized that he had been right. There was no answering stir of interest there but Ezra knew from the gasps and soft moans he was receiving as he skillfully massaged Josiah's prostate gland that the other man was enjoying what was happening to him.
For his own part, Ezra knew that he would not last much longer. He could feel the tickle at the base of his spine and the incremental tightening that cued imminent orgasm. He groaned deeply as the fire in his loins blazed even hotter, mindlessly grinding his hips faster and shallower into that embracing channel.
"Let go, Ezra," Josiah encouraged him, easily recognizing the change in his partner's body language. "I want to know you feel as good as I do."
Pushed over completely by that sexy rumble of a voice, Ezra's entire body jerked with the force of his release, a ragged shout tearing from his throat as he gave himself over to the rush of completion.
Completely spent, he clutched Josiah tightly, every muscle trembling as he withdrew, taking care not to cause pain to the newly sensitized entrance. As soon as he was free, Ezra flopped on to his back, feeling deliciously sated.
Josiah rolled over to face him, pressing his lips tenderly against Ezra's own. "Thank you," he said simply, then grinned. "I'd say your godlike reputation is secure."
A laugh bubbled up at the unexpected quip. "I should be thanking you," Ezra teased back. "I'd never have imagined you as a willing sacrificial virgin."
"More than willing," Josiah whispered back, kissing Ezra's forehead as he tugged him over to rest on top of his chest, stroking both hands gently over the surface of the younger man's body. "I can't remember the last time I felt so complete."
"I'm glad," Ezra murmured, gently carding his fingertips through his partner's soft chest hair. He let himself drift for a few minutes, half-asleep and blissfully content, and then admitted softly, "It has been a long time for me as well. I feel as though I've been waiting for you forever."
Josiah sighed. "And I never suspected. I'd have just drifted, longing hopelessly, forever."
"That's why I finally decided I'd better get busy and seduce you," Ezra said with a slight laugh. "One of us had to do something and you seemed mired in quicksand."
The older man surprised him into a fit of laughter when he grasped Ezra's relaxed penis in his hand and gave it a little tug. "Good thing you threw me a rope."
"I cannot believe you just said that," Ezra giggled. Wiggling up the other man's body, he gave him an enthusiastic kiss, energy suddenly restored. "How would you feel about making up for lost time?"
Josiah kissed Ezra deeply, voice filled with warmth and a hint of shyness as he looked into his eyes and rumbled, "Love to, but I should warn you that I may need to make up for a lifetime."
Ezra could feel his heart ache with a rush of love and tenderness as he stroked the strong planes of Josiah's face. "Then I guess we'd better get started."
The Beginning