Love Means Courage - Andrew Grey

He thought of taking care of things himself but curled his hands into the blanket instead, knowing Cliff’s attentions would be well worth it.
    The weight on him disappeared, and he opened his eyes, watching as Cliff pulled his shirt over his head and slid his pants down his legs before stepping nude into the sun. Len looked his fill as his lover dropped something on the blanket. Then his lips were back, pummeling his mouth, hot skin pressing onto the earth beneath the blanket, warm skin sliding against him. “Cliff,” he moaned, brushing his lover’s hair from his eyes. “Please.” He didn’t know what he was asking for, just that he needed. Bringing Cliff’s lips to his, he returned his lover’s affection, losing himself in deep, passionate kisses that stole his breath away.
Cliff’s eyes bored into him, and Len tremble beneath their gaze, so filled with love as they glistened with reflected sunlight.
    Cliff’s lips trailed down his body, but their eyes remained glued to each others’.

    Lips ghosted over his length, and he cried out softly as a zing traveled along his spine. Then Cliff’s tongue swirled around his flared head, and he pushed forward, wanting Cliff’s mouth so badly.

    Finally, it happened; Len was engulfed in hot wetness, taking him deep in one swift movement. “Cliff,” he gasped, “love your mouth on me.” A hand stroked Len’s stomach, fingers tweaking a nipple, as he was again taken deep and hard. “Love you, Cliff.” His stomach 221 Love Means Courage

    clenched, and he thrust hard, feeling as though Cliff was going to make his head explode as he kept him on a knife’s edge. To make matters more frustrating, he could tell Cliff was enjoying this torture by the chorus of small moans and groans he was making.
    Len pounded his fists into the ground, clenching and unclenching his hands until finally Cliff gave him what he needed.
“Cliff!” With a cry that filled the clearing and burst across the creek, he came, his release splitting his mind like a bolt of lightning.
    As he came back to himself, he felt Cliff swallowing everything he’d pulled from him. Lying on the blanket like a wet rag, he expected Cliff to kiss him, but instead, his legs were lifted and his entrance exposed. Without mercy, Cliff began again, lips and tongue sliding along his crease. “Are you trying to kill me?”
    “Can you think of a better way to go than to be loved to death?” Len couldn’t think of anything as Cliff probed him with his tongue. He just sank into an oblivion of passion, his head rocking on the blanket, the sensations from Cliff’s loving rolling over him in waves. His body was not his own; he belonged to Cliff just as Cliff belonged to him. Right here, right now, Cliff was claiming him, telling every fiber of his being, every synapse in his pleasurably short-circuited brain that he was his.
    A long, thick finger sank into him, retreated, and sank deep again. Small whimpers turned to cries as the finger found what it was looking for and lights flashed behind Len’s eyes.

    “I can’t wait any more.”

    “Don’t wait, Cliff, take me. Take me now!” The finger slipped away, replaced by what Len really wanted. Slowly, relentlessly, he was stretched and filled. Their bodies joined as Cliff leaned forward, kissing him hard. Their eyes locked, and Cliff began to move.
    “You belong to me. You’re a part of me, now and always.” 222
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Cliff kept moving deep inside him, sliding across the spot that made his head throb.
“Cliff.” He could feel it building again, the desire that had barely flagged returning full force as he grasped his own length. “Say it, Len. Say it with me. Forever.”
“Yes… forever, Cliff! Forever and ever.” He felt Cliff fill him, hot and deep, and his own body painted white streaks over his hand.
    Breathing hard, Len felt every muscle in body go limp. Cliff pulled back, and he sighed as his lover slipped from his body. Then Cliff was there— kissing him, holding him, and saying sweet things that warmed his heart. Things meant only for him. Len returned the kisses gladly, ardently, as his eyes closed and his hands held on to Cliff like a security blanket.
    The sun warmed their bodies as they dozed, the breeze rustling the trees. “Cliff.” His lover’s response was a sleepy grunt. “I think we should get up.” The ground wasn’t the most comfortable place for a nap, after all.
    “I’m afraid you’re right, but you feel so