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Cole brushed his mouth over Ford’s. “You know my parents are going to take that as an invitation.”

“Good. They should visit.”

Cole laughed softly. “My mother has been asking when she gets to meet you and Charlotte. If I tell her there’s a bed, she’ll start packing tonight.”

“Then call her tomorrow.” Ford kissed him again, deeper this time, and slid a hand beneath Cole’s shirt. His palm moved over Cole’s stomach before dropping to the fastening of his pants.

Cole caught Ford’s wrist. “You’re tired.”

“So are you.” Ford turned his hand inside Cole’s grip and tugged his shirt free of his waistband. “I’m not getting on my knees, and you’re not putting any weight on me. That doesn’t mean we’re going to sleep.”

Cole’s cock pressed harder against his zipper. Ford’s attention dropped, and when he looked up again, the hunger in his face made Cole’s pulse jump.

“Get on the bed,” Ford said. “Take your clothes off, then help me with mine.”

Cole stripped while Ford settled on the edge of the mattress. He knelt to remove Ford’s shoes, then rose and worked Ford’s shirt over his head. Ford braced one hand on Cole’s shoulder while they eased his sweatpants and underwear down without twisting his hip.

Ford’s cock stood hard against his stomach by the time Cole arranged the pillows behind him and supported his recovering leg. Cole started to reach for him, but Ford caught his hand and pressed it flat to his chest instead.

“You first.” Ford reached into the nightstand, squeezed lube into his palm, and slicked his hand while Cole watched. “Lie down.”

Cole stretched out beside him, close enough that Ford’s bare side stayed warm against his shoulder. Ford wrapped his slick hand around Cole’s cock and pulled slowly from root to tip. The pressure of his grip and the drag of his palm over the head drew a groan from Cole before the second stroke began.

Ford kissed him, keeping the pace maddeningly slow. His thumb swept through the wetness at the tip and circled before his fist traveled down again. Cole’s hips lifted, chasing the friction.

“You know what I want when I’m cleared?” Ford asked against his mouth.

Cole gripped Ford’s shoulder, careful not to pull him off balance. “Tell me.”

Ford kissed along his jaw until his mouth reached Cole’s ear. “I want to get on my knees and suck you until you can’t keep still. Then I’m going to put you on your back and open myself on your cock one inch at a time.”

Cole thrust into Ford’s fist. Ford tightened his grip and gave him the faster stroke he’d been asking for.

“Jesus, that feels good.” Cole whimpered as Ford teased his slit.

“I want you so deep I can still feel you the next morning.” Ford’s breath warmed Cole’s ear while his hand worked him. “I want you holding me down when you come inside me. No stopping to ask if I’m all right. No trying to be careful. Just fuck me the way you’ve been wanting to.”

Cole turned his mouth into Ford’s neck and bit down gently enough not to mark him. “You keep talking like that, I’m not going to last.”

“That’s the point.” Ford turned Cole’s face back toward him and kissed him hard. His thumb circled the head on every upward stroke, and Cole’s breath broke against his mouth as the pressure pulled tighter.

Ford watched Cole’s face and told him to come. Cole did, spilling hot across Ford’s fist and his own stomach while his legs went rigid against the sheets. Ford stroked him through it until the pleasure sharpened into too much, then loosened his grip and kissed him while Cole fought to catch his breath.

Cole stayed against Ford until his breathing slowed. Ford’s cock remained hard against his stomach, the tip wet, and this time, when Cole reached for him, Ford let him.

“Slow,” Ford said.

Cole slicked his palm and curled his fingers around him. He kept his body beside Ford’s rather than over him, watching for the first sign of pain as he stroked. Ford’s head tipped back against the pillows. His stomach tightened, and the sight of his control slipping sent another pulse of heat through Cole.

“Tell me again,” Cole said.

Ford looked at him through lowered lids. “When I’m cleared, I want you inside me until neither of us can move.”

Cole stroked him faster. Ford caught the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, his hips staying still even as his cock throbbed in Cole’s hand. He came with Cole’s name against his mouth, hot across Cole’s fingers.

They remained naked against each other while their breathing slowed. Cole cleaned them both with the shirt he’d dropped beside the bed, then settled carefully along Ford’s good side. Ford drew the blanket over them and kissed him once more, slow and satisfied, before turning off the lamp.

Charlotte gave the pancake a nine, which Cole considered generous until she explained that the missing point was because he’d put blueberries in it without asking.