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Ellery turned his head, burrowing into Ennis’s neck, then sought his mouth, kissing him urgently, fingers digging into Ennis’s back. “Don’t want ta be alone,” he whispered against his mouth, then renewed kissing him, fingers now reaching for Ennis’s buttons, unfastening them one at a time. “Need ya, Ennis... I need my man inside me....” he said, fastening his mouth on Ennis’s, his fingers urgently unbuckling his belt, unzipping him.
“Hold on, slow down, slow down, boy...” Ennis soothed, big hands pushing the hair back from the pale face. “Plenty a time.”
“I need ya, Ennis. Fuck me, please....” he urged, and something in his manner alarmed Ennis, the tone of his voice, the needy desperation.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m gettin there, it’s okay Ellery, it’s okay, darlin. You just lie down there, relax.”
Ellery obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed and then rolling onto his belly, rising to his knees, his head half obscured by the pillow as he watched Ennis push his denims down.
“I stink like horses, darlin.”
“Don’t care...” came the immediate response. “Please.” Ennis looked at Ellery kneeling on the bed, ass in the air, and it occurred to him that Ellery was in severe pain. Somehow, this sex was to reassure him, to let him know that he was loved. But what would reassure him most?
“You want it hard or soft, darlin... any way you want...” he said, kneeling beside him, once again, stroking his hair, his hand wandering down his back to the sensitive pink cheeks he had paddled the night before.
“Just take me, fuck me... I’m yours.”
“Yeah I know...” Ennis picked up the new jar of Vaseline he had bought on his way home. “I got ya somethin too, remembered it,” he said, holding up the jar.
“Hurry....” came that urgent, strange voice.
“Yeah I’m hurryin.” Ennis rubbed his cock with a thick coating of jelly and eased up behind him on the bed, rubbing his hands softly over the pink flesh of Ellery’s ass, hearing his breath hitch. “You got a nice pink rear end boy,”
“Yeah... oh god... yeah....” Ennis rubbed his fingers between his cheeks, dabbing Vaseline into his pucker and slipping a finger inside smoothly, moving it in and out, and Ellery sighed, calming visibly. “Oh yeah... feels good...... “ he slid his other hand lower, cupping his balls and massaging them, then pulling on his cock, stroking it lightly.
“You ready now...? “ Ennis asked softly, letting his cock go and resuming strokes with his left hand over his ass as he fingered him, Ellery’s hips rolling up and back with a sensuous writhing motion.
“Please....” he replied, his voice still using that strange tone... and it struck Ennis suddenly. Young. He sounded young, vulnerable... needy, in a way that was entirely unlike the Ellery he knew. He pressed the head of his cock against that twitching pucker and pushed in, provoking a low, pleasured moan. “Oh yeah, oh please....” he begged, fingers clenching on the pillow, back arching up as his ass pushed back against Ennis’s cock, trying to engulf him.
“Whoa boy, whoa...” but Ellery was frenetic in his need, bucking back to impale himself on Ennis’s rigid shaft, moaning loudly and continuously. He was drunk, out of his head, and horny.... he wondered, what’s the boy feelin now, all the hurt left when Beagle left em.... is this goin to be enough ta stop that hurt? he wondered, thrusting deep, pulling back, responding to the urgent bucking body beneath him, those needy moans... how much of this will wipe away that hurt... could he ever make it go away? They moved together, Ellery’s need provoking Ennis’s, their vigorous thrusts quickly becoming passionate, nearly violent, before Ellery released with a sudden cry, his spasm triggering Ennis’s orgasm in mid thrust, their cries dying out as they fell together onto the bed, smelling of horses, sweat, liquor and semen. Ennis held on, buried deep inside him, his arms cradling the shivering body of his hurt lover, rolling him gently onto his side, slipping out as their sweat cooled, and he kissed his neck, his quivering shoulders, turning his face gently and licking a trickle of sweat as it made its way down behind his ear, bending down to press his lips against Ellery’s dry lips.
“I love you so much,” he whispered against those lips.
“Thank you,” Ellery replied softly, and when Ennis looked into his face, he saw Ellery’s grey eyes were full of tears.