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touching his face, which was rough with his morning beard.
Suddenly overcome with passion, he moaned, moving his mouth
against Angelo s chest. Jesus, Jesus, I never knew it could be like this.
I never& I ve never known anything like this. Please, baby, tell me I
didn t dream it. Tell me last night was real. He looked at him,
pleading. You really made love to me, didn t you?
Angelo pushed back his wet hair from his face. Yes, I really made
love to you, his deep voice sounding silky, his accent heightened this
morning.
Marshall felt his hands move down over his body and he was on the
verge of orgasm already.
Well, do it again, Marshall groaned, gently nibbling at his
shoulder.
Angelo opened the door to the shower, propelling them out onto
the floor. Marshall put his arms up around his neck. They moved
together across the bedroom floor sharing slow, succulent, sensuous
kisses. Angelo took him down on the bed, his mouth moving across his
chest and to his sex. He took it into his mouth and brought Marshall to
the brink of orgasm. He reached over to the nightstand and threw
Marshall a condom. The way Angelo looked at him almost made him
lose it. He tore open the condom and placed it on Angelo s hard cock,
his hands shaking so badly that Angelo had to finish it. Marshall rolled
over onto his stomach and Angelo yanked him up to his knees. He went
into him and Marshall forgot everything. He pumped out his orgasm as
Angelo exploded inside of him. His heart raced as he turned around
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and took Angelo down on top of him, hotly kissing his mouth, allowing
his senses to fill with the feel of his hot flesh and hard muscles. He
kissed his chest and his stomach, laid his head on his sex and fell
asleep.
When he finally opened his eyes for the second time, Angelo was
sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his shoes. He was dressed in
jeans and a mauve cotton shirt. His hair was almost dry.
Marshall sat up and placed his arms around his shoulders from
behind.
Angelo lay back against him for a second, and Marshall pressed his
lips to his cheek.
I love holding you. I could hold you like this all day, Marshall
told him, squeezing him tight.
Angelo laughed. I wouldn t get much done, now would I?
What s more important than this? Marshall asked softly.
Angelo turned around slightly and pressed his lips gently to his.
You re right, nothing at all is more important.
Where are you going? Marshall asked as he got up off the bed.
Got to see Cruz about some things. You have a lawn to mow, he
gave him a stern look that culminated in a smile.
Yes, sir, Marshall gave him a salute, jumping out of bed and
standing straight.
Angelo ran his gaze over him and grinned. You look oh so
professional, soldier.
Marshall laughed. Thank you. You keep looking at me like that
and you ll never leave this room.
He gave him a mock look of horror, Can t have that. Got to go. Eat
something. Later, we ll talk.
Not to be pushy, Senior Farelli, Marshall gave him a sheepish
look, but I was hoping for more than just talk.
We ll see, he grinned, maybe if you do a real good job on the
lawn.
I ll mow it down to the dirt, sir, for just one kiss.
Don t have to go that far, Angelo protested with a laugh, as he
raised his hand and left the room.
Marshall went back in for a quick shower. He found himself
singing as he let the water run over him.
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He got out of the shower and came back to the bed. He stood
looking at it with a sigh of contentment. The mattress was crooked.
The blankets and pillows were all over the place. He could see them
together, their bodies, hands and mouths sliding over each other. He
leaned over and laid his hand in the place where Angelo s head had
been. He lifted the pillow up to his face and pressed his lips there,
inhaling his scent. Then he pulled off the sheets and threw them into a
pile on the floor. He would ask Marta for clean ones.
He went back to his room and dressed. He tried to make Marta
understand about the linen. She finally indicated to him that she would
take care of it and Marshall went outside to start the lawnmower.
He had a hard time concentrating on anything. His mind drifted
back to that room and often he would stop and glance over at the
window when it was within his view.
Marta came and brought him something to drink an hour later,
which he was grateful for. It wasn t that sunny, but there was a heavy
humidity in the air again.
After he had finished mowing the lawn, he watered the flowers,
then decided to check on the horses.
At around seven that night just as Marshall was finishing up with
the outdoor chores, Angelo drove up in his uncle s truck, followed by
Cruz.
They both got out and talked in front of the house, laughing about
something.
Marshall stopped raking the hay and paused to watch them. Of
course it was Angelo he couldn t get enough of looking at. It was funny
how you watched a person differently after you knew their body so
intimately. Now it wasn t just the overall physical beauty of him that
drew his eyes but specific places on his body that captured his
attention. That tender place just below his ear, for example, that he
caught a glimpse of when he turned a certain way, or the corners of his
mouth that turned up slightly when he teased him. And that place just
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touching his face, which was rough with his morning beard.
Suddenly overcome with passion, he moaned, moving his mouth
against Angelo s chest. Jesus, Jesus, I never knew it could be like this.
I never& I ve never known anything like this. Please, baby, tell me I
didn t dream it. Tell me last night was real. He looked at him,
pleading. You really made love to me, didn t you?
Angelo pushed back his wet hair from his face. Yes, I really made
love to you, his deep voice sounding silky, his accent heightened this
morning.
Marshall felt his hands move down over his body and he was on the
verge of orgasm already.
Well, do it again, Marshall groaned, gently nibbling at his
shoulder.
Angelo opened the door to the shower, propelling them out onto
the floor. Marshall put his arms up around his neck. They moved
together across the bedroom floor sharing slow, succulent, sensuous
kisses. Angelo took him down on the bed, his mouth moving across his
chest and to his sex. He took it into his mouth and brought Marshall to
the brink of orgasm. He reached over to the nightstand and threw
Marshall a condom. The way Angelo looked at him almost made him
lose it. He tore open the condom and placed it on Angelo s hard cock,
his hands shaking so badly that Angelo had to finish it. Marshall rolled
over onto his stomach and Angelo yanked him up to his knees. He went
into him and Marshall forgot everything. He pumped out his orgasm as
Angelo exploded inside of him. His heart raced as he turned around
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and took Angelo down on top of him, hotly kissing his mouth, allowing
his senses to fill with the feel of his hot flesh and hard muscles. He
kissed his chest and his stomach, laid his head on his sex and fell
asleep.
When he finally opened his eyes for the second time, Angelo was
sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his shoes. He was dressed in
jeans and a mauve cotton shirt. His hair was almost dry.
Marshall sat up and placed his arms around his shoulders from
behind.
Angelo lay back against him for a second, and Marshall pressed his
lips to his cheek.
I love holding you. I could hold you like this all day, Marshall
told him, squeezing him tight.
Angelo laughed. I wouldn t get much done, now would I?
What s more important than this? Marshall asked softly.
Angelo turned around slightly and pressed his lips gently to his.
You re right, nothing at all is more important.
Where are you going? Marshall asked as he got up off the bed.
Got to see Cruz about some things. You have a lawn to mow, he
gave him a stern look that culminated in a smile.
Yes, sir, Marshall gave him a salute, jumping out of bed and
standing straight.
Angelo ran his gaze over him and grinned. You look oh so
professional, soldier.
Marshall laughed. Thank you. You keep looking at me like that
and you ll never leave this room.
He gave him a mock look of horror, Can t have that. Got to go. Eat
something. Later, we ll talk.
Not to be pushy, Senior Farelli, Marshall gave him a sheepish
look, but I was hoping for more than just talk.
We ll see, he grinned, maybe if you do a real good job on the
lawn.
I ll mow it down to the dirt, sir, for just one kiss.
Don t have to go that far, Angelo protested with a laugh, as he
raised his hand and left the room.
Marshall went back in for a quick shower. He found himself
singing as he let the water run over him.
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He got out of the shower and came back to the bed. He stood
looking at it with a sigh of contentment. The mattress was crooked.
The blankets and pillows were all over the place. He could see them
together, their bodies, hands and mouths sliding over each other. He
leaned over and laid his hand in the place where Angelo s head had
been. He lifted the pillow up to his face and pressed his lips there,
inhaling his scent. Then he pulled off the sheets and threw them into a
pile on the floor. He would ask Marta for clean ones.
He went back to his room and dressed. He tried to make Marta
understand about the linen. She finally indicated to him that she would
take care of it and Marshall went outside to start the lawnmower.
He had a hard time concentrating on anything. His mind drifted
back to that room and often he would stop and glance over at the
window when it was within his view.
Marta came and brought him something to drink an hour later,
which he was grateful for. It wasn t that sunny, but there was a heavy
humidity in the air again.
After he had finished mowing the lawn, he watered the flowers,
then decided to check on the horses.
At around seven that night just as Marshall was finishing up with
the outdoor chores, Angelo drove up in his uncle s truck, followed by
Cruz.
They both got out and talked in front of the house, laughing about
something.
Marshall stopped raking the hay and paused to watch them. Of
course it was Angelo he couldn t get enough of looking at. It was funny
how you watched a person differently after you knew their body so
intimately. Now it wasn t just the overall physical beauty of him that
drew his eyes but specific places on his body that captured his
attention. That tender place just below his ear, for example, that he
caught a glimpse of when he turned a certain way, or the corners of his
mouth that turned up slightly when he teased him. And that place just
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