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  Goddamn that was. Uhn. And possibly fuck yes. Along with a little uh-huh.

  "Jesus, Cam. You're good at that." He grinned down, feeling boneless and ridiculously pleased with himself. And with Cam.

  "They say everyone has a hobby." That tongue swiped over his prick, tickling him some.

  "I will happily let you practice on me." Yeah, he could handle that. "So tell me more about your job."

  "My day job? I'm a TA, a student. I do a shitload of research."

  "Right, but you said you had a thing..." Stroking Cam's hair, Poe let it trail off, not wanting too push too much too fast.

  "Yeah. I'm fixin' to go on a treasure hunt, I guess. Or a fool's errand. Either way, it'll be fun."

  The knock came at the door, announcing room service, and Poe hopped up to get it, feeling things flop all over. He grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around his waist. "Dude, I owe you one."

  "I'll keep that in mind." Cam padded into the bathroom, tight little heinie swaying.

  Whistling, Poe tipped the waiter and uncovered the dishes, humming at the sight of all that food. He dropped the sheet back on the bed, settling there himself. "Come on, before I eat it all!"

  "You can't be that quick." Cam wandered back, face washed and hair slicked back. "Uhn. Bacon."

  "Oh, I can hoover with the best. You work on a dig in Afghanistan with thirty other guys? You learn to grab and stuff."

  "Damn, you've been everywhere." He got an appreciative look, a grin. "Of course, I fight off grad students for pizza."

  "Ah, but can you steal beer without spilling it?" Eggs, pancakes, bacon; he made up a plate for Cam and handed it over, feeling like an alpha wolf handing out the best parts.

  "You know it. Hell, I can distract an entire flock of frat boys while the chess club steals their stash." Cam plopped down beside him, naked and warm next to his legs.

  He reached out to touch, his hand sliding up the warm expanse of skin and bumpy ridge of Cam's back. "I blew up their kegs."

  "No shit?" That got him a laugh, one of those great grins. "I don't think I've ever blown anything up, man."

  "I'm pretty good at it. Let me know if you want to try..." Poe grabbed a piece of bacon, chomping almost meditatively. "Especially if you want to move stone."

  "Yeah..." The kid started thinking, chewing his bottom lip.

  "What?" Poe leaned, pressing the physical and mental advantage. If the kid was thinking...

  "Oh, nothing. Thinking on work. Nothing I need to worry about today, huh?"

  "Nope. Nothing at all." Shit. He'd have to push more later. He liked being on the department expense account. Hell, he liked the kid's ass.

  "You know it." Cam grabbed another piece of sausage, nibbling the end. Lord, that was. Yeah. "I may have to hire me a guide when I get there."

  Licking his lips, Poe stared some more. "You know, I'm good at that shit. I really am."

  "Yeah? I'm good at reading the maps and shit, but there's a lack of practical application."

  Shit, the kid was making eating breakfast look like porn. Reaching out, he snagged Cam's hand and licked pancake syrup off one finger. "I'm good at reading land."

  "Reading what..." Cam's eyelids drooped, cock jerking.

  "Land. You know, fault lines, unnatural disturbances." His lips wrapped around that finger and sucked. Hard.

  "Un... Oh, fuck." Cam groaned, deep and pretty, going up on his knees.

  "Mmm?" Salty, greasy from the breakfast meat, Cam's skin tasted so good that Poe went looking for more. He licked up the base of Cam's thumb, then pressed his lips to the center of a surprisingly hard palm.

  "'S good." Cam's fingers curled around his cheek, stroking his face. The kid smelled damn good, male and musky and hot.

  "Uh-huh." Crowding closer, he let Cam's hand go and put his mouth to the little hollow at the base of the kid's throat, licking and humming, and drawing out happy damned little noises.

  Cam wriggled right into his lap, that needy prick leaving wet kisses all along his belly.

  "Oh. Hello." His arms went right around Cam's back, holding close even as his hips rose and fell. "Damn. Nice."

  "Uh-huh." He did like the way those muscles shifted and rolled under his hands. Goddamn.

  "You're better than breakfast, kid. I did promise to return the favor, huh? What do you want?" His hand snaked right down to close around Cam's cock.

  "Don't stop, huh?" Cam rolled up, pushing toward his touch, tip dragging over his palm.

  "Promise. I won't." That was too fucking pretty. All flushed and tight, Cam looked so needy, so hot. He felt good, too, all wet and sweet, ready to pop.

  "God, you've got hot fucking hands..." Cam's head fell back, throat working. Fuck, yeah. That was hot as hell.

  "Like that, huh?" He lifted with one hand under Cam's ass, pulled with the other on Cam's cock, and bent to lick at Cam's neck. Teeth set in, he licked between them, pressing hard.

  The kid went nuts for him, bucking and groaning, humping his hand like a naughty puppy.

  Grinning wildly, Poe pulled Cam even closer, really jonesing on the heat and fire of him. "Hot as a two dollar pistol, man. Come on. Come for me."

  "Fuck, yeah..." A couple-three more jerks and spunk was pouring over his fingers, Cam all flushed and boneless for him. Pretty boy.

  "Sweet." A man could get used to that. Really, really used to that. Poe rubbed the come into Cam's skin, groaning when it made Cam wiggle and pant.

  "You're something else, man. No shit." Cam grinned at him, head all bobbing.

  "Uh-huh. So are you. Want some more?" He plucked a bit of pancake off the plate next to them and rubbed it over Cam's lips, offering.

  "Hell, yes." Cam nibbled and nipped at his fingers, moving close enough that their bellies rubbed.

  "Oh..." His cock jerked, firming right up again, rising to rub against Cam's skin. "Oh, yeah."

  He got himself a deep, heady kiss, Cam's mouth all tasting of syrup and cinnamon. So fucking sweet. His tongue pushed in and out, testing the taste and resilience of Cam's mouth, his lips and tongue. He still had his hands in the best places, so he started moving them again. Cam had that whole rubbing and rocking thing down, moving against him like nothing going. Goddamn. He had that same motion. Look at him, rocking. Yeah. Humping. Moaning. Poe went wild. Fingers wrapped around his cock, working it good and hard, driving him fucking crazy.

  "Uhn. Supposed to be for you, honey." He was the one doing the doing, right? Or was he? Jesus, the kid had good hands.

  "Uh-huh. For me. Fuck, you're fine." The kid was watching him like he was fucking magic.

  "I. Damn. You feel so damned good." He took one kiss after another, letting them drag out and get drugging and heated and amazing.

  Cam's legs wrapped around him, tugging them tighter together. They went to town -- cocks and hands and... Goddamn. Their skin slapped together, and sweat and syrup made them all sticky. Poe went with it. His muscles clenched, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

  "Soon. Soon. Fuck." Cam blinked, eyes rolling.

  "Damn, Poe."

  "Uh-huh. Now. Now, man." How fast had that happened? Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. His cock throbbed and jerked and spent, come splashing all over Cam's skin.

  Like a thoughtful guy, Cam followed along, a couple-three strokes behind.

  "Yeah. Damn." Panting, he leaned back, the remains breakfast sliding all over. "So, what are we doing for dessert?"

  Chapter Three

  He tossed his shit into a bag. Man, he so didn't want to head out in the morning. This had been the best fucking vacation ever. He and Poe'd fucked ten ways to Sunday, then they'd gotten shitfaced and done it again and again. Hell, he was sore in spots he hadn't even known he'd had.

  Cam grinned, stretched. If he packed now, he could have all night to play and then sleep on the plane. That was a fucking fabulous plan.

  "Whatcha doing?" Poe asked when he came out of the bathroom. That solid body was naked, bruised in interesting places, and too good for color TV.

  "Packing. My flight leaves in the morning." He gave Poe a long, long look. "I was hoping we would be too busy to pack tonight."

  "Oh, hell, yes." He got a wink and a broad smile. "You got room for my undies? I bought a few too many shirts here."

  "Huh?" Undies? What?

  "When you pack. I can't go without undies." Okay, either he had agreed to something in his sleep, or Poe was thinking on a whole different track than him.

  "Go where?" Man, he hadn't gotten that drunk. Had he?

  "With you!" The man came right up and kissed him, hand sliding down to cup his ass. Oh, distraction. Hey, maybe that was how he has missed whatever Poe was talking about.

  He pushed back into the touch, tongue sliding against Poe's, his groan incredibly loud. Wait. What was he doing?

  "Mmm. I like how you pack," Poe said, pulling away. "We might need to do more actual packing, though."

  "I... You're coming to Texas?" He wasn't actually going to be there very long at all.

  "Wherever, you're going." That grin got wider, if it was possible, Poe vibrating with mischief.

  "I'm going to Utah. To work."

  "Yup. And I'm a great geologist. You'll need me. I can work for room and board."

  Where did he lose the thread here? Where? Poe was sort of patting him, acting like he was humoring the lunatic. Somehow, he had completely lost control of the situation...

  "I will? You can?"

  "Uh-huh. I figure, if we find anything, the press you academic types do will get me my next job."

  "We'll find it." He had a map, or most of it, along with the original itinerary and the primary sources...

  "Well, there you go." Popping his butt, Poe headed for the mini bar. "How do you feel about mimosas
or something? Tequila sunrise? Bloody Mary?"

  "Tequila." He had a thing for orange juice.

  Wait.

  Had he agreed to take Poe?

  Did Poe know what flight he was taking home?

  Mixing drinks so busily that they sloshed over, Poe whistled the corresponding Eagles song, his cock bouncing with every swish of the drink shaker. The man did everything like his ass was on fire. It was hot. Confusing, but hot. Overwhelming. Aggravating. Stunning. Really, really fucking hot.

  Cam shook his head, grinned. "You usually get what you want, don't you?"

  "Huh?" He got an innocent look. "I just know a good thing when I see it." Poe brought the drinks over and handed him one.

  "You really don't do innocent well, man..." Oh, that was strong.

  "No? Well, I can do seductive..." Poe batted his eyelashes and wiggled, and it should have been ridiculous, but it worked on some weird level.

  Cam chuckled, blinked as the booze went straight to his head. "I... I got a budget for help..."

  "Do you? Well, there you go." Poe looked happy as anything.

  "I. Yeah." He took another drink, the liquor making his lips numb. "It's not great money, though."

  "That's okay. I got some put by. As long as I have a roof and some food." He got the impression that Poe took jobs more for the fun than the money.

  "We won't have a roof. At least not sometimes." He stepped closer, lips pressing against Poe's, tasting tequila.

  "Two sleeping bags we can zip together?" Poe asked in between kisses. "I could handle that." Those rough hands cupped his ass, and man, Poe was strong.

  "Uh-huh..." He pushed against Poe, rubbing, rocking against those muscles. Fuck, he could finish packing later.

  Poe went hard for him fast. Yes, indeed. The man was like hot and cold running sex. No shit. And working on getting Cam's shorts off so they could both be naked and slipping and sliding.

  As soon as his shorts slid down, he sort of climbed up Poe, thighs clinging against Poe's hips. They moved together pretty fast, getting cocks lined up and getting friction. Oh yeah, that was hot as hell.

  "You make it hard as hell to think..." He got their mouths together again, tongue pushing in for a second, taking a taste.

  "Mmm, tasty." Poe nibbled down his jaw, licking at his skin. That was better than any booze, salty and hot with a hint of soap.

  His cock jerked, sorta slapping against Poe's belly. Oh. That. Uhn.

  "Woo. Look at that." One hand came around his ass, grabbing his cock and pressing it against Poe's skin.

  "Oh, damn." Poe was. Wow. Slick. Hot. Silky. He. Lord. The man made him all stupid and wonky.

  "Uh-huh. Wanna do it up against the wall?" Cheerful as hell, that electrifying question. Like Poe would love whatever choice he made.

  "Uh-huh." Up against the wall. On the beach. In the pool. In the bathroom of a swanky hotel...

  "Cool." Dancing them back, Poe pressed him against the wall, lifting him until he could wrap his legs around Poe's hips.

  "Fuck, you... you're something." He could hump Poe like a naughty puppy. No frat boy could do this for him. Ever.

  Poe tilted his head. "You want to fuck me? I'm willing. I mean, never say I'm not a gentleman."

  That tickled him, deep down. "You're too tall to fuck against the wall, man."

  "Oh. Well, then I'll do you. But don't say I didn't ask." Poe moved him right into position, holding him like he weighed nothing at all.

  "I'll remember. Shit, you're strong."

  "Huh?" Poe was licking at the spot under his ear, almost meditatively. "Oh. All that oil rig work."

  Cam nodded like he knew what the hell that meant. Jesus, that licking thing was enough to make his balls ache.

  "You taste good."

  Okay, that he understood. Poe liked his flavor. Go him. He was probably sweating tequila.

  "Cool." Shit, his head was swimming, cock leaking where it rubbed up on Poe's skin.

  "Now, I need a little help." Poe shifted his weight to one fucking arm, the newly free hand coming up in front of his face, fingers brushing Cam's lips.

  "Oh, man." He dipped his chin and started sucking, balls drawing up tight as he did.

  "Mmmhmm. Like that. Get me good and wet, man." Poe's voice was doing that hot and sexy thing again, dragging right over his nerves.

  Cam kept sucking along, head bobbing like he was slurping on something other than fingers. Poe watched him as hungrily as if Cam was, too. That man had a laser stare, he surely did. Then those fingers popped out of his mouth, moving down again to work behind him and push at his hole.

  "Uhn." His head slapped against the wall, his ass clenching tight. Damn. Good.

  Grunting, Poe pushed two fingers into him, then three. He was feeling the stretch, but after all they'd gotten up to before it wasn't bad. It zinged right up his spine.

  It took a second, but Cam got himself braced and started moving, riding Poe's fingers.

  "Oh. Hell yes, babe. Like that." He could feel Poe's arm start to tremble the slightest bit, but the man shifted the grip and pressed him against the wall for better leverage.

  "I need, huh? Fuck, you make me nuts."

  "Yeah? 'Cause you get to me like no one has in years. Where the hell are the rubbers?" Those fingers moved inside him, pushing against that spot that made fireworks go off in his brain.

  His mouth sort of opened to answer and nothing came out but a hard, needy groan.

  "Focus, babe. We need to get going here, or I'm gonna explode all over." Poe swung him around so the room spun, and his ass pushed down hard on Poe's fingers.

  "Poe!" He grabbed the base of his cock, thighs rock hard.

  "Woo." They danced over to the little pack of condoms, and Poe laughed every time he groaned. "Grab one, will you?"

  Cam stretched and reached and almost fell, but he snatched one, working it open with his teeth.

  "There!" Poe crowed it, shifting them around again until his back came up against something hard. "Now, let's get it on."

  "Fuck, this is complicated." He grinned, winked, entire body burning.

  "Well, if we'd been more organized... Let this be a lesson to you, babe. Sex against the wall requires planning." They got the condom on, got Poe's fingers out of his ass, got some more of his spit on the condom, and whoosh. Penetration. He nodded, planning. He could do planning. Goddamn that was. Oh. Good. Oh.

  Full. Full and open and hanging there, impaled on Poe. No one had ever made him feel this kind of sensation. Jesus. He looked down, the sight of Poe enough to make his belly jerk, his cock shudder.