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"So. . .your bedroom." I say quite stupidly. I still can't believe that Erin didn't doubt me.

If our roles were reversed, would I have accepted him this readily? Wouldn't I have questioned all our moments together? How is he so trusting of me? What did I do to deserve this precious man?

"Yes, how is it?" Erin sits on the bed, grinning.

He almost kicked his mother out. If not for his sister Lydi, he might have actually done that. Now they both are gone. An angry mother and understanding sister left an all grinning Erin and uncharacteristically nervous Sam to their own devices. In a room that's filled with lots of furniture.

The walls are covered with big framed paintings that are—

"Why do you have paintings of nude people?" I smile as I ask. He'll have some audacious reason.

Erin reaches out for me, I take his hand and settle next to him.

"To support art?" He cocks his head, his grin intact.

"Truth, Erin." The paintings are rather raunchy and erotic in nature. Perfect for a bedroom of a visioned person.

"Mom, to irritate her." Erin leans on me and my hands pull him closer, tighter. How I missed this, having him near me makes all my struggles worthy.

"God, I feel for her."

"Feel for me too, Sam. Maybe try feeling me up." He whispers.

Tracing his forehead with my fingers, I wonder what changed. His skin is darker. "Your hair has gotten long. Also you lost weight, why?"

"Cooking my own meals."

Before I can voice my doubts about the practicality of his statement, he is all over me.

"What happened to my Sam? Why are you behaving like an uncle with arthritis?" His knee is grinding into my thigh, making me groan in pain.

"What happened to my Erin? Who always sidestepped sex?" I carefully roll him on his back and lay my head on his chest.

"That was before. Now I've been dreaming about it for far too long. If you don't do something now, I'm gonna rip your clothes off." His fingers grip the back of my shirt in warning.

"I want to talk first. I'm still nervous. I didn't expect you to accept me this readily." My voice goes pathetically close to breaking.

His fingers weave through my hair. "What did you expect?"

"To yell at me. Tell me that I'm a lying, cheating bastard who doesn't deserve you. Honest to God, I wouldn't have believed myself, if I were you. . . I was an escort, I lied and made you—" I stop, there are no words in my vocabulary to express my thoughts at this moment.

Erin continues to run his fingers in my hair. I find my words, though not the important ones.

"I tried so very hard to stay professional, to keep my feelings out of the way. In the end I couldn't. I— you—"

My blabbering is halted when Erin yanks my head.

"Stop. I know. Let's save this for pillow talk. Come here, I have to make up for my misdeeds." He cups my chin.

"What misdeeds?"

His fingers dance over my face. Touching with care. He whispers with a twisted face. It is a new look. "I hit you. I'm sorry."

His fingers are curling on my skin, his other hand is clutching my shirt in death grip.

Oh, he is ashamed. Oh, how much I still don't know about him.

"Aah. . . How are you planning to make it up to me?" I ask, taking his hand in mine.

"Kiss?" His face is charting so many emotions but not setting on any one thing in particular. "I'm. . . I'm. . . have," He gives up and sighs. "Anger issues. It is the first time in a very long time I have lost control over it. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Lydi said—" he stops.

That he was going to kill me. I have not seen him angry before. I don't know his extremes. He doesn't know mine.

But I can understand why he lost it. I felt his pain and frustration.

I'll tell him my shameful shortcomings. We will work on our issues together. There will be time for it. Later. Right now I have to wipe off the twisted look from his face.

"It aches. Everywhere. Especially my best feature." I press his palm on my cheek. My jaw really aches. One of his punches did land on my jaw.

He chuckles, the tension leaves his face. "I told you that's not it."

"You did? What's it then? I can't remember. My nose?"

He smirks a lovely smirk. "I think this will remind you." He cups my chin, licking his lips.

"It might." I hover over his face without making the final contact, studying the face I have come to love. In one year, it hasn't changed. My love for him is as fresh and as bubbling as ever.

"Go for it." Erin says with a smile.

"Erin . . ." I breathe the name on his lips.

His grip on my shirt tightens again. "Yes?"

"I love you. From the very first day, I k—"

Erin closes the distance between us, stealing my words into his mouth. His kiss is everything I remember and more. I'm left with no other thoughts other than the kiss.

My hands find their way around his face to hold on to, while Erin takes me on a journey of a lifetime.

"Now kiss me like a butterfly." He commands, when he's satisfied with his kiss.

"What's that?" I kiss his cheek, eyes, nose and chin. My bruised lips welcome the soft presses of smooth skin.

"Your kiss. . . oh. . . forget it. . . kiss me there again." Erin guides me to his neck.

I place a soft kiss on the tender skin, slowly getting into the act of worshipping Erin with my body.

"Yes, aah. . ." Erin moans—in a loud voice. I don't remember him being this loud.

"How good is the acoustics of this place?" I raise my head up. I don't want to scare his neighbors. If Erin is loud during kisses, I can't imagine how he'll be when we get more physical.

"Fully proofed it." He pushes my head back to the crook of his neck.

"Perfect." My kiss this time is a skilled execution of an escort. Pleasuring the receiver with the dance of lips.

"Fuck! Oh. . . Fuck!!!" Erin screams when the tip of my tongue laps on his pulsing nerve.

"You're wonderfully responsive." I switch my attention to the underside of his ear.

Erin jerks his hip up as my tongue slides through his earlobe. "I didn't know this could be this good. . . Sam. . . Sam. . . oh fuck. . . say something. . .why is it this good?"

"Do you want me to reply to your sex crazed questions or continue kissing to keep you crazed?" I nip his cheek.

"Do both. . . I need to hear your voice as much as your touch. I need all of you."

"Alright. I'm not good at dirty talk. Let me try." I lick his ear lobe, thinking of what to talk about. Of all the things he could have asked, he wants sex talk, my one unrefined skill.

"Tell me about your first client." He murmurs.

"Oh. . ." That's not what I expected.

"Like a story, sex story."

Oh. Erotica.

"Ok." My first client is no sex story, so I choose one which is worthy of becoming a sex story. "Not my first client. But it was his first time. Nineteen year old boy. Typical, shy with raging hormones. He wanted to taste a cock." I lift Erin's shirt above his head and he pulls it off.

My hands latch to the expansive panes of his chest. "He didn't get naked, he was fully clothed." I get to his pants. They are drawstrings. I pull it down. Exposing Erin's bright yellow briefs. His hard on jutting out. My throat goes dry.

Erin pulls me back to his neck, "then?" He kisses my jaw, "don't stop. It makes me jittery. Don't like what you see?"

Fuck. Fuck. This is about him. I'll stare at him later.

"No. You're perfect. I was enjoying the view." I place my lips on his in a tender kiss.

"In that case," he wiggles under me, yanking his briefs off. "There. Now, get on with it."

Totally contrary to his brave display, his face is pink, his fingers fisted in the blanket.

My brave. . . brave Erin.

"The boy laid down on the bed, fully clothed, I was completely naked. Just the way he asked." I murmur in his ear, my hand snaking down slowly.

"He said, 'sit on my face. Put your balls in my mouth.'" I cup Erin's dick.

"Oh my God." Erin slaps the bed as he bucks up.

"I straddled his face, I was new, it was my first time doing that. I was nervous, but my cock was excited. So very excited." Trailing my lips along his neck, I graze his Adam apple. It jumps under my mouth. My palm presses slightly on his mushroom head, working the precum around.

"Then?" Erin's hands finally comes back to my head, clutching my hair.

"He grabbed my ass cheeks and sucked my nuts. His eager tongue lapped on my sack hungrily."

Erin thrusts his hips into my hand, demanding for more.

I give.

I work my way out of my jeans and straddle his hips, grinding our hard ons together. "He was so hungry, his fingers dug into my flesh with the force he was holding me. My cock was on his nose, eyes. He deeply inhaled me. It made me horny, I wanted a tight hole to fuck."

"Fuck. . . I need more too." Erin smashes my head into his chest.

"What do you need?" I lick his nipple, "do you want a tight hole or—" his hand on the back of my head presses me into his nipple.

"Inside me. I want you. . . deep inside. So. . . deep." He pants out the words.

"Ok. Do you have the supplies?" If I had known that I'd be spending our reunion in bed, I would have got everything.

"This drawer." Erin taps his left side.

I lean over and pull it open. Well, he has got a variety of supplies.

"Say something. I know you want to." Erin smiles wickedly.

"That is one impressive dildo."

He grabs my ass, "prove it wrong."

I chuckle lifting the lube and condom. "I'm not competing with man made cocks."

"So humble." He wraps his fingers around my length, "so very humble. . ." he teases the tip with his thumb.

I shudder and swat his hand away to pull up the condom. "Not at all. When was the last time you had something inside?" I squirt a good amount of lube and spread over it.

"Don't know. I was in withdrawal. Sam withdrawal."

My chest hurts. "I. . ."

"Shush. Do it."

"Tell me if it hurts. It's going to." I warn.

"I'm not a virgin Sam."

"You're Sam virgin."

He laughs, a loud, grand laugh and that familiar sound eases the pain in my heart.

"And here I thought you were humble."

"Practical." I say and ease a finger in.

"Aah. . . continue the story."

"I can't. You're distracting. Your body is too distracting." I kiss his thigh and work my way up, brushing sweet little kisses. My finger slowly loosening him up.

"Talk about it then. Talk something." He writhes under me, unable to stay still.

I ignore his impossible request and fulfill my own need by taking his dick between my lips.

"Fuck." Band-like arms close around my head.

His musky smell seeps into me, his hole relaxes further to add two more fingers.

"Sam. . . oh fuck. Oh. . . don't stop. Don't stop." His hands set an unforgiving speed for my mouth, I take revenge by plunging my fingers in.

"Oh fucking good. So good."

My tongue swirls around his length, the scent of sex is already in the air. He is close to orgasm.

He pulls me back. "Fuck me. Now."

"You're too demanding." I complain and spread his legs and come a little at the view. His hole is quivering, the lube leaking out around the pink, puckered, inviting passage.

"You're too timid. Are you sure you're an escort? How do you manage to get clients? If you treat your clients like glass bowls about to break— ow. . . ow. . . oh. . . oh. . . fuck. . . yes. . . oh sweet heavens, yes."

I chuckle at his change of tune and bite his chest, "you were saying?" He is tight. I need a moment, he needs it too, to adjust to my invasion.

"You're the best escort ever. Now move."

"Impatient, demanding, restless, bossy. . . you're a handful, Orky. . ." I rub my face on his chest, ignoring his command.

His hands move from my head to back, soon cupping my ass. "You missed one, Inky. Desperate." With that he slaps me in. All the way in.

I moan at the sudden all encompassing heat.

"Yes. Oh God yes." His nails dig in as I start to grind around.

"Slam into me."

"I didn't know you were this vocal in sex." It makes me inexplicably happy to know he is opening up to me, in all the senses. He used to hesitate to kiss me.

"Slam the fuck Sam."

"That rhymes."

"I'm gonna slap you."

"Ooh. . . Orky is kinky."

"Sam. . ." His warning accompanies a threatening grip around my ass cheeks.

I give in and slam.

"Harder."

I do.

"More."

I do.

"I want more."

And that is the last straw. I grip his thighs, pull his ass up in the air and show him how hard I can thrust.

Even that doesn't shut him up.

"Sam. . . Sam. . . I think I'm gonna faint. But don't stop. Don't you ever fucking stop. I don't want this to end, never ever ever."

His climax is glorious, it paints my chest and stomach.

"Don't stop." He repeats as he collapses back.

Mine isn't far off, I too was desperate.

I was in Erin withdrawal, I had my shares of dreams about having sex with him, nothing close to this reality.

My dream Erin was shy, full of moans and whispers. Not this yelling and scratching and demanding version. Not this satisfying either.

How can any dream live up to the reality of this enigma named Erin Korksov?

My hands clean us on autopilot with my shirt and I snuggle in his chest.

My Erin. I have him to myself. "That was great, Erin. I can't feel my dick." I whisper.

No response.

I peek up to see his eyes closed, deep breaths making his chest rise and fall. A smile etched on his lips.

The signature smug smile.

Fucker.

I laugh. It starts out slow from my belly and consumes my whole body. I smother it by hugging his side.

Pillow talk, my ass.