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Love's Evolution

Love's Evolution, now available in ebook and print formats from Samhain Publishing!

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Excerpt (adult content!):

© Copyright 2006 Ally Blue

Matt’s apartment was four blocks away, an airy studio above the coffee shop two doors down from Dragon’s Den. High ceilings and tall, arched windows looked out over the city streets. There were two doors side by side in the wall opposite the entry. No doubt a bathroom and closet, Chris thought. The place was bare to the point of austerity. No pictures hung on the brick walls, no rugs covered the hardwood floor. A large drafting table stood in the corner beside the windows. On the other side of the room, a small television and an impressive stereo system huddled opposite a low, overstuffed sofa. The only other pieces of furniture were a queen-size bed and a small nightstand.

“Not exactly a packrat, are you?” Chris said, smiling.

“Naw. There’s lots of CDs in the cabinet over there,” Matt nodded toward the simple wooden hutch housing his stereo system, “but that’s about all I collect.”

“It’s a lovely apartment. It has a very peaceful energy, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hm.” Matt flipped the deadbolt, then walked up to Chris and pressed their bodies together. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

Whatever Chris was going to say was forgotten when Matt fisted both hands in his hair and kissed him hard. Moaning, Chris opened his mouth wide, letting their tongues slide together. The breathless little noises Matt made drove him wild. He was more turned on than he could ever remember being in his life.

Matt took a step backward without breaking the kiss, tugging Chris with him. They stumbled toward the bed and fell across the mattress, already working each other’s clothes off with fumbling fingers. Shirts went flying in a matter of seconds. Pants were a bit more difficult, since neither was willing to untangle themselves long enough to take them off properly.

“Fucking fuck,” Matt grumbled when he tried to squirm out of his jeans and they caught on the purple high-tops he’d forgotten to remove first. He twisted around with Chris still on top of him in an attempt to get at the laces.

Chris would’ve found Matt’s frantic frustration endearing if they hadn’t both been so desperate. As it was, he didn’t think he could wait another second to be naked and buried balls-deep inside Matt’s body. Without a word, he turned to help Matt untie his sneakers and pull them off along with his jeans. He took the opportunity to slip his own shoes and socks off before moving up to kiss Matt again.

“Thanks,” Matt said, fingers already working on Chris’s pants.

“You’re welcome.”

Chris wormed his pants off and kicked them aside. Matt pulled him down, hooking one bare leg around his back, and Chris thought he might spontaneously combust from the solid heat of Matt’s erection against his.

Matt let out a soft cry when Chris shoved a hand between their bodies and grasped his cock. “Oh God! Chris, can’t wait, please.”

Chris probed the slit at the tip of Matt’s cock with his thumb, making Matt writhe helplessly beneath him. “Lube?” he asked, nipping at Matt’s upper lip.

“Drawer. Hurry.”

Chris, being closer, opened the drawer of the bedside table. He fumbled around for a moment and found a small bottle of liquid lube and a box of condoms. Snatching the bottle and a condom, he sat up on his knees between Matt’s open legs.

The world went still as Chris stared down into Matt’s eyes. He felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff. As if his whole life was about to change forever. He didn’t understand it, but it excited him.

“Chris,” Matt moaned, spreading his legs wider. “I need it, please!”

Chris blinked, shaking off the odd sensation. He opened the bottle of lube and coated his fingers with it, then leaned down to kiss Matt. As Matt’s mouth opened under his, Chris reached between Matt’s thighs and slipped a finger inside him.

Matt gasped into the kiss, hands digging into Chris’s back. “God yes, more…”

Chris added another finger, pressing deep and twisting to search for the sweet spot. He knew he’d found it when Matt cried out, arching off the mattress.

“Oh fuck,” Matt groaned. “Jesus, yes, so fucking good…”

The way Matt’s insides clutched his fingers made Chris desperate to have that same velvet grip around his prick. He pulled his fingers out of Matt’s ass, groped for the condom packet, ripped it open, and sheathed himself as quickly as he could. One hand around his own erection and his weight balanced on the other, Chris guided himself to Matt’s slick opening and slid inside.