Chris gripped his rod, slowly running his hand up and down the full length. He pumped his hips in time with his stroking. An early morning climax was just what he needed. "Mmm," he moaned.

The sensation that he wasn't alone made Chris stop his stroking. Pulling his arm away from his face, he opened his eyes. Lance leaned against the closed door, nude and fully aroused.

Chris' cock twitched in his hand.

Lance looked from his face to his groin and back to his face. "You want some help with that?"

He could tell Lance no. He could tell him to go away and not come back in his stateroom. He could tell him he wasn't interested in having sex with him, now or ever.

Instead, he threw back the sheet.

Heat flared in Lance's eyes. He pushed himself away from the door and approached the bed, his gaze holding Chris' the entire time. Chris assumed Lance would suck his cock, or at least touch it. Lance surprised him by bending over and kissing him.

Chris jerked at the feel of another man's lips covering his. Lance's mouth was warm and tasted of mint. His long hair fell on either side of Chris' face. The scent of soap drifted up from his skin. The thought that Lance must have already showered flashed through his mind. He forgot how to think at all when Lance deepened the kiss.

His tongue circled Chris' lips. He moved his mouth one way, then another, dropping soft, gentle kisses. Chris couldn't call these simple kisses. Lance made love to his mouth.

A low growl came from his throat. He parted his lips and met Lance's tongue with his own. Tongues clashed, breaths mingled. Grabbing handfuls of Lance's hair, Chris held Lance's head while he ravished his mouth.

They were both breathing heavily when the kiss ended. Chris stared into Lance's eyes, seeing his own reflection in the dark pupils.

"I've wanted to kiss you for fourteen years," Lance rasped.

Before Chris could comment, Lance kissed him again. And again. And again. Chris couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move. He could only feel.

With his lips still pressed to Chris', Lance crawled on the bed and straddled Chris' body. Slowly, he lowered himself until he lay on top of Chris. He groaned when his cock pressed against his friend's. Lance had to tell himself to go slow, to be gentle since Chris had never been with a man and probably didn't know what to expect.

Lance lifted his head and looked into Chris' eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he whispered.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Chris shook his head.

Thank God. Lance would stop if that's what Chris desired, but he longed to continue. He wanted to take his time and make love with Chris, not simply have sex. He wanted to touch him, stroke his skin. He hoped for many more times with Chris, just like this one. Knowing this could be a one-time thing, he wanted to savor everything about their time together.

"You're an incredible kisser," Lance said against Chris' mouth.

"So are you."

Lance kissed his lips again before moving to his jaw. He dropped kisses on his neck, his collarbone, the center of his chest. He noticed Chris' hands clutching the sheet. Lance moved back to his mouth for another long kiss.

"You can touch me."

He saw Chris' throat work as he swallowed. He understood the hesitation, the uncertainty of what to do. Lance had felt the same way the first time he'd had sex with a man. He'd been more nervous than the first time he'd had sex with a girl.

Moving his legs between his friend's, Lance rose to his knees. He laid his hands on Chris' chest. He felt the muscles jump beneath his palms. Lance caressed his chest, ran his thumbs over the small nipples. Chris closed his eyes briefly before looking at Lance again.

"You like your nipples touched?" Lance asked.

Chris nodded.

"Licked?"

He nodded again.

"Sucked?"

"Jesus," Chris breathed.

"I'll take that as a yes." Leaning over, he gently nipped one hard bud before tugging it between his lips to suckle. He thoroughly licked the entire areola, then sucked the nipple again. He switched to the other bud as he gripped Chris' cock. It was big and hard with drops of moisture oozing from the slit.

Moisture he longed to taste.

The light covering of hair on Chris' chest and stomach tickled Lance's nose as he moved lower. He kissed and nibbled his way down the center of Chris' stomach. A quick dart into Chris' navel with his tongue caused Chris to suck in his stomach and his breath.

"Tickle?"

"No. It's..." He stopped.

Lance looked into Chris' eyes. "It's what?"

Chris' eyes rolled back when Lance squeezed his cock. More moisture seeped from the slit. Lance lapped it off. "Too much? Or not enough?"

"Not enough," Chris said, his voice rough.

"Then I'll give you more."

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