"Fuck. Yes. Oh god, faster..."

It was like he was being whittled down into a brutal point, a raw nerve twisting with pleasure. He held onto Larry's back, nails sluicing through the sheen of sweat there. Mindlessly, he sought the heat of Larry's mouth, licking into it. He clamped their lips together, fighting to suck in air through his nostrils. His head knocked against hollow brass; Larry reacted instantly to create a barrier, tenderly cupping his crown with the flesh of his palm.

Freddy was being drawn right to the edge of orgasm, then wrenched back, over and over. He yanked away from their kiss and choke-sobbed in frustration, hand fumbling to reach for his cock.

The movement initiated a cascade. Freddy watched Larry's face contort as climax claimed him; eyes twisted shut, mouth slackened. He moaned, low and guttural, as his hips kept thrusting. Freddy hadn't come yet and Larry knew it, pushing himself to keep the pace, movement halting and fractured.

Freddy focused his eyes downward. Come trailed down Larry's shaft, leaking from inside him. He realized then that Larry was still ejaculating; with each thrust, more spilled out, warm and slippery. Clenching around the pulsing length, he drew it deep within him and came with a gasp.

Larry was immobile, breathing harshly on top of him. Freddy felt simultaneously destroyed and perfect. His head was pounding, a sticky film clung to his rapidly cooling skin. He ached everywhere.

"How many loads did you shoot in me, man?" he asked, struggling to find his voice. Larry laughed into his shoulder.

"Fucking Christ. I lost count after five."

They kissed, soft and searching. Larry pressed their foreheads together and hummed with contentment.

"I'd better go get something to wipe you down with."

"My hero," Freddy teased, trailing a finger along the curve of Larry's ass as he stood up from the bed.

As he watched the other man leave the room, it struck Freddy with terrifying clarity that he couldn't pretend any longer. Before, he could tell himself that they were fooling around, just having some harmless fun. Now the betrayal felt real. Larry would be sleeping in his mother's bed that night, and it made him want to vomit. He should put his foot down, call an end to things before they escalated, but the idea of giving Larry up filled him with a debilitating panic.

Freddy allowed himself to be cleaned up and then burrowed his face into the stubbled crook of Larry's neck.

"How much time do we have?"

"About two hours," Larry whispered into his hair, "we're good."

"Could you please hold me? Just for a little while."

Strong arms pulled him tight and they curled together on their sides as Larry redistributed the crumpled blankets. Freddy lay wide awake, intent on committing every detail of the moment to memory. He knew it wouldn't last.

TBC

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(Admittedly, this chapter is smaller... and kind of a breather compared to all the sex, but things will be heating back up soon!)