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chest. He forced a smile.  If that s what you want, I m behind you
one hundred percent.
 Thanks. Tristan s bright grin eased a bit of his tension. After
taking a sip of his coffee, Tristan added,  I m going to call Claudia
today and tell her.
Cam kept smiling.  That s great. She ll have you starting the
training in no time.
Tristan rested his chin on his hand and looked at Cam.  What s
wrong? You seem, I don t know, tense.
Damn. Cam must not be acting as well as usual if Tristan could
see his tension. He knew Tristan couldn t sense his emotions using
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his empathy. In answer, he shrugged.  I m tired. The briefing was
long, and I didn t sleep too well last night.
 Me either. Tristan s cheeks pinked.  Maybe we should take a
nap?
Back on familiar ground, Cam raised an eyebrow.  Together?
Cheeks flushing redder, Tristan nodded. His voice lowered.
 And in case you can t sleep, I ve got an idea of how to relax you.
That sounded promising. Cam didn t have to fake the grin that
spread across his face.  That sounds like a great idea.
They left the coffee cups on the table and stood. Tristan caught
Cam s hand in his and led the way to the bedroom.
Once inside, Tristan pushed the door shut and moved to stand
in front of Cam. Cam wanted to rip Tristan s clothes off, to devour
the man, to make Tristan want him and no one else. When he
reached for Tristan, though, he did none of those things. His
fingertips traced Tristan s jaw of their own accord, a gentle graze
of a touch.
Tristan s eyelids fluttered closed, and he swayed toward Cam.
Cam closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to
Tristan s, soft and slow. Tristan let out a tiny sound, half sigh and
half whimper. His lips parted, allowing Cam s tongue inside.
Cam threaded a hand through Tristan s silky hair and deepened
the kiss, wrapping his other arm around Tristan to hold him close.
Tristan melted against him without hesitation, warm and willing.
He d never experienced that kind of easy surrender before, but he
liked it. A lot.
They stood there for several minutes, kissing, deep and slow.
Tristan gave as good as he got, tangling his tongue with Cam s and
wrapping a hand around the nape of Cam s neck in an almost
possessive gesture. It was an action Cam wouldn t normally have
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welcomed from a lover. For the most part he liked to do most of
the touching and avoid being touched in return any more than was
necessary to get off. With Tristan, it was different. He needed
Tristan s touch like air.
Finally Cam broke the kiss. Tristan let out a whimper of
displeasure that turned into a gasp at the first brush of Cam s lips
against the sensitive skin of his neck. Cam ran his lips from
Tristan s collarbone up to his jaw, savoring the taste and scent of
Tristan s smooth, supple skin.
Tristan let his head fall back with a whispered,  Please.
Cam nibbled Tristan s earlobe.  Please what?
Tristan shivered. His voice came out strained and hoarse.
 Touch me.
 I am touching you, Cam teased, drawing Tristan s earlobe
between his lips and sucking lightly.
The moan Tristan let out was gratifying.  Cam& 
Tired of teasing, Cam pushed Tristan s T-shirt up until he
could lap at one of Tristan s small, already hardened nipples.
Tristan sucked in a sharp breath and clutched at Cam s head.
 More.
 Take this off. Cam tugged at the shirt to show what he meant,
then lowered himself to his knees before Tristan. While Tristan
struggled out of the shirt, Cam leaned forward and rested his cheek
against the rock-hard erection trapped behind the worn denim of
Tristan s jeans.
 Oh, God.
Tristan trembled beneath Cam s hands. He ran them up
Tristan s thighs, feeling the way the muscles tensed beneath the
material. For a moment he stayed right where he was, resting
against Tristan. He tilted his gaze up, surprised to find Tristan
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staring down at him, those stunning green eyes locked on his face.
Something in the depths of Tristan s eyes held him. They stared at
each other for several seconds. Cam s chest tightened in an
unfamiliar way.
Then the erection beneath his cheek pulsed. He turned his
attention back to the task at hand, grateful for the reprieve for
reasons he didn t want to examine. He had Tristan s fly undone,
and pants and boxers pulled down to his knees, in moments.
Tristan s cock bobbed before him, full and hard. He licked it from
base to tip in one long, wet swipe. A bead of pre-cum slipped from
the slit and down the head, and Cam licked that, too, relishing the
sweet-salty-bitter taste of his lover.
He looked up at Tristan, a wicked smile spreading across his
face.  You want my mouth?
Tristan licked his lips. He was breathing hard, his face flushed.
 You know I do.
 Then take it. Cam took just the head of Tristan s dick into his
mouth and stilled. Would Tristan take what he wanted?
Apparently he would. Tristan s hips twitched, pushing his cock
a couple of inches into Cam s mouth. His hand threaded through
Cam s hair, just resting there rather than forcing Cam closer.
Cam gripped Tristan s hips to show him it was okay to move.
That must have been the sign Tristan needed, because he thrust
forward the rest of the way. Cam growled low in his throat and
pushed at Tristan s hips, encouraging him to thrust again.
Tristan lost it. His hand tightened in Cam s hair. His hips
rocked forward and backward, burying his dick to the hilt in Cam s
mouth and pulling it almost all the way out. Cam could feel
Tristan s gaze on him like a physical touch, but he didn t try to
look up. He closed his eyes and focused on using his lips and
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tongue to bring Tristan as much pleasure as he could.
An incoherent stream of praise and pleading seemed to be all
Tristan could manage.  So good, Cam, oh, God, yes.
Cam had an almost overwhelming urge to touch his own cock,
to bring himself off with Tristan, but he wanted to wait. Coming
inside Tristan would be a lot better than jerking himself off now, if
he could just hold off that long. He tightened his lips around
Tristan s dick and hummed.
Tristan s thrusts stuttered to a halt.  Cam! He threw his head
back and came, hot seed pouring into Cam s mouth.
Cam swallowed the bittersweet fluid as quickly as he could,
lapping at Tristan s cock to prolong his pleasure. Tristan trembled
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