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Bison Steve Blues (3/5)

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Boone shivered in delight from the light touch, and Arcade continued his exploration with satisfaction. ‘Why, yes, everything appears to be working down here,’ Arcade thought in an exaggerated doctor fashion, and then had to duck his head against Boone’s chest to hide his self-amused smile. Next, Arcade allowed his hands to roam around those tanned hips until his fingers touched the dimples low on Boone’s back. Arcade loved those dimples. When Boone gallivanted around camp shirtless, Arcade’s eyes were easily drawn to them. He often found his lips curve into a smug smile as he thought to himself ‘I am the only man to have ever kissed those dimples. They belong to me now.’

Allowing his hands to dip under the waistband yet again, Arcade ran his hands over the firm and familiar swell of Boone’s buttocks. Just as he was about to slip a finger into his lover, Boone suddenly pulled away. Arcade’s hands pulled out of the underwear and fell into his lap. Surprised, Arcade looked up owlishly, and pushed his glasses back. “What’s up,” he asked.

“I want to top,” Boone said, straight to the point as always.

“What?” Arcade replied, feeling his eyebrows arch in surprise. Boone had never topped. It was always up to Arcade to make the move, to be forceful, and ultimately, to seal the deal. Boone shuffled from foot to foot, as he was wont to do when he was uncomfortable, and wouldn’t meet Arcade’s eyes. It was usually much easier for Boone to mask his feelings when he could hide behind those ridiculously huge Johnny Thor glasses he wore. As it were, Boone was looking everywhere but into Arcade’s eyes, another sign that he was nervous and uncomfortable. This new turn of events was quite interesting, to say the least.

Boone started to say something then bit the words off. He rocked uncomfortably from foot to foot some more, then said something in a low tone, too fast for Arcade to catch. “What did you say, love,” Arcade said, pointing at his ear to signal that he couldn’t hear. Boone glared a little at having to repeat himself, then said slightly more audibly, “You said last time, that the next time I could top. And I want to.”

Arcade’s eyebrows rose even higher. He recalled the last time they had made love. Yup. Just like he thought, Arcade had been land-blasted drunk. Needless to say, he didn’t remember agreeing to anything of the sort. Arcade made to tell Boone so, then quickly changed his mind. If he said no now, Boone would never ask again. It was as simple as that. And this could prove to be interesting. ‘Yes’, Arcade reaffirmed silently, ‘very, very interesting. Gah, even just imagining him taking control of me like he takes control of his sniper rifle is oddly attractive, in a weird, Rambo-fetishy sort of way.’

“Ok, then, Boone. Come over here and make me see stars.” For a second, Boone didn’t move, too surprised at the granting of his request. Then, in his quiet way, he accepted this new information with a blink. Boone closed the distance between them and immediately went for Arcade’s pants. They were ripped off quickly, along with Arcade’s underwear. Not waiting a moment to let Arcade adjust, Boone pushed the taller man down on the pool table, dropped his own drawers, and then climbed up after him. The two struggled a bit to get comfortable, as Boone straddled his lover’s waist and tried to find a position easy on his knees, and Arcade wiggled around until most of him was on the pool table. Being tall certainly had its disadvantages.