Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

his mouth over Marek's and kissed him with violence. He tasted blood, but he didn't know to which one of them it belonged. Marek licked and bit back, and Colin could taste the need and desperation in the other man's kiss, recognizing it as strongly as his own.

Colin held Marek's head in the crushing clutch of his hands and pressed his open mouth all over the man's face, ending back at his mouth. “Fuck me,” Colin pleaded, his voice barely a scrape of sound. He tied himself to Marek in their mutual stare and lowered himself down to the floor, pulling Marek on top of him. His legs fell open naturally, and Marek immediately filled the empty space.

“Fuck me now.” His chest paining him, Colin rubbed his palms over the planes of Marek's harsh face and petted his mess of hair. “Please.”

His eyes burning bright, Marek nodded with a small, jerky move. He pushed his underwear down to his hips, freed his cock, and lined the thick head up with Colin's hole. Colin inhaled at first contact, and Marek pushed his penis inside.

Marek dropped his gaze and looked down, watching himself withdraw and sink his cock deep into Colin's ass. “Ohh…Jesus, Jesus.” He shook his head and pumped his hips, filling Colin's channel again. “Hot…feels so goddamned tight.” Marek clenched his jaw and planted his hands on either side of Colin's torso, the move rolling the muscles in his arms and shoulders in a stunning display. Still staring between them, Marek started to thrust with faster, sure strokes, sliding wonderful friction all along Colin's flaming passage.

Colin moaned at the shivery sensation marking his chute. Marek pulled out completely and speared Colin's open pucker again, pushing until he could go no farther. Shoving his hips up, Colin tried to take every centimeter of Marek's thick, hot length, groaning with a clawing need for more. Colin's hold slipped to Marek's shoulders and down his arms, but then he switched to under his own legs and drew them up to his chest, straining his thigh muscles with delight and opening his ass in a different way.

Swearing, Marek shifted his body higher over Colin and bore down on his hole at a new angle. He brought his entire weight down on Colin with a wonderful crush and speared his prick deep in Colin's ass.

“Oh, God, yes.” Frantic and nearly out of control, Colin hooked his arms under his knees and forced his legs to either side of his chest, somehow spreading himself even wider. His cock jammed hard into Marek's belly, firm with arousal once again. “Take me. Fucking make me feel it all over.”

Marek put a bruising hold on Colin's jaw, locking him in a dark, wild stare as he pummeled Colin's chute with piston-fast strokes. Colin grunted with every shove of his back into the hard floor, but he reveled in the fierce fucking and did not dare blink or look away. His entire body shrieked with discomfort at the contortions he put himself in, his passage burned with this aggressive, renewed use, and Colin had never wanted anything more.

Gritting his teeth, Colin turned his head and pressed a kiss to the inside of Marek's wrist, overwhelmed by tender emotions in the mix of this primal coupling. A strangled noise escaped Marek; he crushed his mouth down on Colin's, breathing with deep heaves. His entire body trembled, and in a split second, he came, spilling a gush of wet heat into Colin's ass.

Oh fuck. Colin's cock jerked, and his balls tucked up tight as realization hit him. Marek did me bare. He shook, never having felt someone come inside him before. Knowing he should be terrified, instead, Colin pulsed all over in reaction and came himself, shooting his seed on Marek's stomach.

Just as fast as they both reached orgasm, Marek pushed off Colin in a shot, making him wince at the quick pullout of cock from his ass. Marek turned, looking all around, as if he didn't recognize his own home.

The first trickle of fear ran down Colin's spine. “Marek?”

“Umm…” His eyes wide, the man looked lost, and Colin's heart seized with pain, worse than those first nights in his dreams. “I can't… I need to think…” Marek backed up to the stairs and held onto the railing like a lifeline on a sinking ship. “You know where everything is. Excuse me. I have to go.” He raced up the stairs, disappearing in the direction of his bedroom.

Running again.

Rain poured, and the wind whipped up outside, gusting into the house with a wave of cold Colin hadn't felt two minutes ago.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Stamping down the pain of rejection lancing through him, Colin pushed himself upright, even as every muscle in his body protested the move. He walked into the TV room then the computer room to shut the windows, careful of the areas of the floor slick with the spatter of rain. He quickly cleaned himself up in the downstairs bathroom and put on a pair of sweats from his duffel bag. After that, he grabbed the towels from under the sink and went about drying the wet floors in the front rooms. Marek might not care about this house, but Colin would not let it fall apart any more than it already had.

He wasn't going anywhere.

At least not tonight.

Chapter Eleven

Wind from the storm beat tree limbs against the side of the house, mimicking the distress of the man on the couch who tossed and turned, turmoil clearly ruling his sleep. Colin lay tangled in a blanket, perspiring, and as Marek stood in the doorway, staring, guilt slowly devoured him inside.

I've hurt him so much already, in ways he doesn't even know, and now I've given him new reasons to fight demons in his sleep. Maybe it's best I leave him alone. For good.

Still, rather than retreat to his bedroom entirely, Marek moved to the stairs and sat down about halfway up the steps, listening to the agitation in the slumbering