Ezra had pulled out the stash of candles and must have lit every single one of them around the room bathing it in a soft glow. The Southerner lay propped up on the bed completely nude, one arm curled behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. His right leg was bent and slightly away from his left giving a clear view of his hard manhood. Chris idly wondered if he’d been talking to Vin lately. Vin had mentioned once that he loved the sight of Ezra by candlelight. It brought out the red and gold highlights in the Southerner’s chestnut hair and turned his pale skin to a molten honey color. Seeing him like this, Chris had to agree. He was the most beautiful sight Chris had seen in a long time. All the time he spent in the kitchen trying to cool his ardor went right out the window as his own cock swelled painfully in his too tight jeans.

Ezra frowned when Chris continued to stand in the doorway not moving, not saying anything. Just staring. "Is everything all right, Chris? Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Chris gasped out. "I’m afraid to move."

That tidbit did little to allay Ezra’s worries. "Why? What’s wrong?"

"Jeans’re too tight. I’m gonna cum if I move. Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful, Ez."

"Is that all?" Ezra purred, rising from the bed. A light blush covering his cheeks and torso from Chris’s compliment, he was completely unaware that it only enhanced his beauty. Gliding across the room, because Chris would swear Ezra’s feet never touched the floor, he moved in front of his blonde lover and took the bottle of wine from him putting it down safely. Dropping to his knees, Ezra placed one hand on Chris’s hip, the other cupped the obvious arousal, gently squeezing it. "Is this for me?"

"Oh God, Ez," Chris moaned, "you know it is."

"Good," the Southerner grinned wickedly, pulling the bottom of Chris’ shirt from his jeans. Chris groaned again at the sensation of the fabric moving roughly over his already sensitive erection. Once the fabric was free, Ezra pushed it up so he could place several lazy kisses over the lightly furred navel. Chris gasped in pleasure at each kiss. Next Ezra moved on to his jeans. The top button was easily undone, but the zipper was not so quickly lowered over the straining bulge. By the time it was down, Chris was certain he’d left bruises from where he’d dug his fingers into Ezra’s shoulders. When Ezra appeared to consider taking his time in lowering his cotton briefs, Chris gave his lover a pleading look, urging him to be merciful. The moment it was free, the drooling cock sprang forward leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum behind. Grasping the rigid length, Ezra grinned when Chris’s hips bucked and even more pre-cum dribbled out.

Without warning, Ezra deep-throated Chris to the root, his hands quickly grasping those lean hips to keep him upright. Chris cried out as the hot wetness engulfed him, pushing him over the edge into orgasm. His fingers tangled in Ezra’s hair, holding tightly as he thrust into that sweet mouth. He cried and groaned at each shudder that swept through him to gather at his spasming cock. When the last shudder passed, he sank to the floor, only Ezra’s strong grip keeping him from simply collapsing.

Ezra leaned over the dazed man lying sprawled in the doorway, half in, half out of the bedroom, a slight smirk on his lips. "You okay, Chris?"

"Holy shit," Chris muttered, before turning to look at the bewitching nymph masquerading as his Southern lover. "What did you do to me? I swear I saw stars."

"So, you were pleased?"

"Hell, pleased don’t even begin to cover it." Chris pulled Ezra on top of him, lifting his head so he could kiss those sweet lips. He licked and nibbled on them for several moments. Shifting his leg, Chris froze when Ezra inhaled sharply.

"What? What’s wrong?"

"Let’s just say certain parts of my anatomy were not meant to rub unprotected against denim."

Chris looked down and saw what he meant. Ezra’s somewhat deflated arousal was pressed against his jean-clad leg. "Sorry 'bout that, Ez. Why don’t you go lie down on the bed while I get undressed? Then I’ll come and kiss it and make it all better."

"Sounds like a deal to me," Ezra grinned, kissed him and then pushed away, rising to his feet. Watching him walk away, Chris stifled the urge to jump up and grab that delicious butt. No matter what Ezra said, tonight was about Ezra and his needs. Chris would have to wait for another time to bury himself in that tight, welcoming heat. Letting his head drop back to the floor, Chris groaned.

"Chris?" Ezra called from the bed.

"I’m coming."

"Not yet I hope."

Chris raised himself up to look at him, shaking his head when he saw the lecherous smile. "Evil, Ezra. Evil."

"Um-hmm. Now are you getting up off that floor, or do I have to come down there and get you?"

"Be right there." Getting up, Chris began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Uh-uh. Slower."

Chris cocked an eyebrow at the reclining Southerner. Ezra just grinned. As requested, Chris lingered over each button letting the shirt drape open to reveal tantalizing bits of flesh but never enough to satisfy. When the last button was opened, Chris turned so his back was to Ezra. He looked over his shoulder with a sexy smile only to stop at the sight of Ezra lightly stroking himself.

"Please do continue, Chris. You are quite breathtaking."

Sucking in a ragged breath, Chris hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jeans and briefs and in one swift move slid them both to the floor. He managed to ignore Ezra’s moan behind him as he stepped out of his clothes. His shirt was still draped down his back and over his arms when he turned around framing his torso and abdomen.

Ezra stared at him for a long moment, his eyes dark with desire but otherwise unreadable. Slowly a mischievous glint entered those twinkling emerald eyes.

"Do something for me, Chris?"

"Anything, Ez."

"Stroke yourself. I want to watch you pleasure yourself."

Chris thought he couldn’t get anymore turned on then he already was. He was wrong. The idea of Ezra watching him as he pleasured himself aroused him even more. Without removing his shirt, Chris grasped his manhood in his right hand, his left moving up to pinch and roll his nipple. He kept his gaze locked on Ezra as he slowly stroked himself. Each whimper Ezra made spurred him on to stroke harder, faster. He was close to the edge when Ezra called to him.

"Come here, Chris."

It took him a moment to regain his control before he stepped to the side of the bed. Kneeling, Ezra used the black shirt to draw Chris closer, pressing up against him. Ezra smiled up at him, a smile full of passion and love, and said, "I love you, Chris."

"I love you too, Ez." Chris framed the upturned face with his hands, holding him still as he bent to kiss him. Ezra opened his mouth beneath Chris’s, sucking on his tongue as it slipped into his mouth. Clutching the Southerner close, he poured all the passion, desire and love into the kiss that he’d been holding back for the past few months. With a moan, Ezra wrapped his arms around Chris’s waist and fell back onto the bed taking Chris with him. They laughed holding each other as they rolled on the bed. Ezra managed to get on top, straddling Chris as he pinned his arms to the bed.

Ezra released him but only so that could he rain kisses all along Chris’s face, down his neck and across his chest. Ezra seemed to pay special attention to Chris’s nipples, nipping and teasing the little nubs of flesh. When Chris was gasping and mewling in pleasure from the attention, Ezra continued the journey downward stopping next at his bellybutton. Flicking his tongue into the indentation, Ezra chuckled when Chris sucked in a ragged breath. He nipped at the tender flesh once more before he leaned over to grab the tube of lube he’d left out on the night table. Coating his fingers, he kneeled between Chris’s legs.

Chris tensed then forced himself to relax when he felt Ezra’s fingers at his opening. He moaned at the feel of those fingers slipping inside him, stretching him. Ezra’s tongue sliding along the length of his erection had him whimpering and moaning. He thrust upward trying to get Ezra to take him in his mouth, but it was the feel of his fingers moving deeper, rubbing against his prostate that made Chris gasp in pleasure. Ezra continued to tease and torment his lover for several more minutes until Chris begged, "Please, Ez. Take me. Can’t wait any more. I need you so badly."

"Good, because I want you too." Ezra pressed another soft kiss to his lips before lying down beside him. "Straddle me."

Chris stared at him in confusion. "What?"

"I said straddle me."

"I know, but…"

"Trust me, Chris."

Still uncertain, Chris rose up and straddled the Southerner’s waist. Gripping his thighs, Ezra pushed and maneuvered Chris until he was positioned over his erection. He used one hand to guide himself to Chris’s entrance and the other to hold Chris steady. Again Chris tensed, uncertain about this position, but forced himself to relax.

"It’s all right, Chris. Just go slowly. Don’t try and take it all at once," Ezra spoke encouragingly, gently petting his thigh.

"I don’t understand," Chris managed to get out. "Why like this?"

"Control, Chris. It’s all about control. You need to have control but at the same time you want to give it up. This is the closest I can give you at the moment. You control the pace of this. We can go as slow or as fast as you need."

"I love you so much, Ezra." He pressed his lips to Ezra’s for a long passionate kiss as he slowly lowered himself onto Ezra’s rigid length. He trembled and groaned when he was fully seated, Ezra’s full length buried inside him. After a moment, he began to rock, raising and lowering himself.

It was a slow, steady rhythm at first, but soon Chris began to pick up speed. Ezra tried to remain still, allowing Chris complete control, but soon found himself thrusting up to meet Chris’s downward movements. They quickly fell into sync with each other, moving and thrusting towards completion.

"Oh God, Ez, you feel so good. Unnggh, harder Ez. Oh yeah, harder."

Ezra was more than happy to oblige, thrusting up as hard as he could. Sensing Chris was nearing completion, he began to fist him, stroking in time to his thrusts.

"Oh God, EZRA!!!" Chris shouted as he spilled his seed over the Southerner’s fist and across his chest. As Chris came, Ezra grabbed him by the hips and flipped them over, placing Chris on his back. A few hard thrusts and Ezra shouted his own completion. They lay twined together for several long minutes, struggling to regain control of their breathing. Finally Ezra slipped out of Chris and rolled off of him to the side.

Chris was the first to recover and disappeared briefly into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth. Gently washing him, Chris placed kisses all along the Southerner’s beautiful body. He cleaned himself as well then tossed the cloth towards the bathroom. Still in a state of euphoria, Ezra complied easily as Chris moved him around to get him underneath the covers. He then slipped in beside him and pulled the smaller man into his arms. Ezra sighed and snuggled close to him.

"I love you," he whispered once more before drifting into sleep.

"I love you too," Chris replied, then joined him in slumber.

Chris groaned and cracked open an eye when the ringing of the bedside phone woke him. He smiled when Ezra muttered something unintelligible and curled up tighter against him. The ring of the phone had him reaching blindly behind him to pick it up. Finally getting the receiver to his ear, he muttered, "Larabee."

"It’s not even 10 o’clock and you’re already in bed?" The Texan’s smile could be clearly heard through the phone.

"Hey, Vin. How’s the conference?"

"Same boring shit, different city. Though, I met this Fibbie. Kinda interesting guy. Has all these weird alien theories and stuff. Cute too, in a kinda neurotic sorta way."

"You’ve been listening to Ezra too long."

Vin snorted. "Uh-huh. Speakin’ of Ez, how is he? Did you two talk or did ya just jump him when he got there?"

"We talked. You were right, Vin. I was being a blind idiot. I think we’ve worked things out though."

"Good. Can I talk to him?"

"He’s asleep at the moment."

"No, I’m not," said the groggy Southern drawl.

"It appears I was mistaken. Hold on a sec. It’s Vin," Chris said, holding the phone up to Ezra’s ear. Ezra didn’t bother to lift his head from Chris’ shoulder or move in any way when he answered.

"Hey, Vin. How is your stay in Virginia faring?"

"It’d be a whole lot better if you and Chris were here. So, did Chris finally get his head out of his butt?"

Ezra chuckled. "Do you really want an answer to that?"

Vin laughed as well. "Nah. You guys did talk though, right Ez? You finally get things worked out between ya?"

"Yes, we did. Everything is good now."

"Good. So when you moving in?"

"When you get back, Vin. When you get back," Ezra sighed, starting to drift back to sleep.

"Good. I love you, Ez. Now put the jackass back on and get some more sleep."

"Love you too, Vin." Ezra pushed the phone away from his ear. "Vin said to put the jackass back on."

"You know just for that we’re gonna make you take a cab home from the airport."

"I’ll pick you up, Vin."

"Traitor," Chris grinned, dropping a kiss on the top of Ezra’s head.

"Um-hmm."

"I’m gonna run, cowboy. It’s pretty late here. Love you."

"Love you, cowboy. Have fun tomorrow."

"Yeah, that’ll happen. 'Night."

"'Night." Hanging up the phone, Chris pulled Ezra tighter against him and drifted off to sleep, a large smile on his face. He was finally certain that both the men in his life loved him and loved each other. Everything was the way it should be.

~Fini~