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JANE BARON ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
FUGUE<br />
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It might not have been so disturbing<br />
except that Blake was in a moderately precarious<br />
position to start with. The smell of freshly<br />
washed Kerr, the warmth plastered indiscriminately<br />
along his flank, the brush of fine, light hair<br />
on his cheek, all were evoking conditioned responses<br />
from him. And he’d been aching since<br />
last night—in the aftermath of that debacle he<br />
hadn’t had the heart to masturbate.<br />
Nor had he been able to sleep. It had<br />
taken a long time to wind down from the experience,<br />
and, at last, turning to what had been his<br />
usual panacea before Kerr, he had buried himself<br />
in work. Now, he fought the stimulation, and<br />
fought the temptation to relax, to let Kerr’s<br />
warmth soak in and ease tired muscles.<br />
Kerr would have to be wearing his black<br />
lounging outfit, of course. No cold, unyielding<br />
leather tonight, but raw silk which caught<br />
Blake’s finger fast whenever he tried to push an<br />
encroaching hand away. It tempted Blake to<br />
stroke the length of that enticing body, to move<br />
the whisper-thin fabric over the bareness of Kerr<br />
underneath. In spite of himself he wondered how<br />
it would feel to tease each nipple erect through<br />
the fragile barrier, rubbing the material in a<br />
circle around it, then stepping back to admire the<br />
effect. Kerr would hold still for that.<br />
And, he added mentally to the companion<br />
who was leaning more and more heavily on<br />
him every minute, you must have dressed yourself,<br />
because you aren’t wearing a thing under it,<br />
are you? The swell clearly visible between<br />
Kerr’s legs attested to that. Bemused, he daydreamt<br />
about stroking Kerr firm and then—<br />
—then what? He’d have them on the<br />
flight deck couch next. And that was sheer<br />
insanity, unless he really did want to be found<br />
out. Resolutely, he took Kerr’s hand, which was<br />
at this moment slyly investigating the clasp of<br />
his trousers, curled it firmly into a ball, and held<br />
it that way. Simultaneously, he shifted Kerr’s<br />
weight away from him to rest on the back of the<br />
flight chair.<br />
He’d expected Kerr to be grieved, possibly<br />
even to look piteous and accusatory. But<br />
such manipulation was far beyond Kerr’s scope.<br />
Direct action—what Avon had once told Blake<br />
he was good at—was the only way he knew. And<br />
Blake had forgotten how strong the man was,<br />
forgotten for an instant that beneath that enticing<br />
silk outfit were the sinews of a lean and hungry<br />
predator. Quite suddenly he found himself<br />
pinned against Zen, balance compromised,<br />
mouth covered in a devouring kiss.<br />
Exasperation—and embarrassment, for<br />
Zen seemed to count as a spectator here—put the<br />
necessary steel in his will to resort to sheer<br />
strength. A surge and jerk later he had Kerr’s<br />
arms securely pinioned from behind, with<br />
Kerr’s body safely turned away from him. At<br />
which point that body simply went completely<br />
and utterly limp in a gambit that had worked very<br />
well once before…<br />
It was the last straw. Blake let go so as<br />
not to dislocate both Kerr’s shoulders, hauled<br />
Kerr back up almost before his knees could hit<br />
the ground, and had him bent forward over the<br />
flight deck couch before either of them knew<br />
what was happening. It wasn’t until his free hand<br />
was raised, flattened, ready to make stinging<br />
contact with silk-encased buttocks, that he came<br />
back to himself.<br />
What was he doing? Kerr wasn’t a child.<br />
But Blake realized that that was exactly how the<br />
last twenty minutes had played out, as if he were<br />
with a recalcitrant two-year-old, a little hellion<br />
bent on mischief and utterly intractable. The<br />
impulse to get in a couple of good whacks now,<br />
and save the regrets for later, was strong.<br />
Stronger, however, was the prickling uneasiness<br />
which rose at the vision of doing such a thing,<br />
and the sudden rush of calm which swept over<br />
him like a cool breeze.<br />
He’d been the one in the wrong here, to<br />
expect things of Kerr which were beyond Kerr’s<br />
ken. He’d accepted the joy and contentment this<br />
liaison had brought him; now he had to accept<br />
the occasional frustration. If he meant to love<br />
Kerr he would have to be the one to adapt.<br />
Gentling the grip on that silk-clad shoulder,<br />
he lifted the unresisting body to an upright<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ PÆAN TO PRIAPUS ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
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