Yet more ‘Water and Dust': contemporary m/m fiction

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Previously

Marc’s hand stiffened, knowing if he flexed he’d gripped Brendan’s face too tightly. As he let the sharp yet delicate sensation spread across his hand and down his arm, Marc evened his breathing, making himself gentler, softer, before he allowed his fingers to fall back so his nails glided down Brendan’s cheek. His thumb was still captive in Brendan’s mouth, and Brendan’s eyes were on him, bright and full of promise.

Marc breathed, “Love,” and took a step closer, but Brendan released him, backing away, and holding on hand to Marc’s forearm.

“Wait,” he said, and Marc’s chest filled with thwarted desire, Brendan so close, yet stopping him and just such a distance.

It was always this game between them. If in life Brendan was bolder than Marc, when their touches went beyond tender affection, he turned between wild and seductive, to cautious with his back up like a haunched cat backed into a corner.

But Brendan smiled, fingers brushing away the water on Marc’s arms. “Let me look after you.”

TBC

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