Continuum of Longing

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An Excerpt From: CONTINUUM OF LONGING

Copyright © CLAIRE THOMPSON, 2006.

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Thoughts were obliterated as they moved closer, James dipping his head, his eyes closing, his lips parting. Barely allowing himself to believe this was happening, Tom felt James´ soft lips touch his own. He wanted to keep his eyes open, to stay on guard for both of them, but despite himself his lids fluttered shut, his heart beating against James´ as they kissed.

It wasn´t a long kiss-just a few seconds before James pulled away, and Tom of course let him. They stood staring at one another for a few moments. Tom felt his cock unfolding in his underwear, uncomfortably bent as his balls tightened with desire. Could this be real? He waited for James to come to his senses-to cry out in horror, to scream for Tom to get the fuck out of his house.

James didn´t do any of those things. Instead he held out his hand, his eyes eloquent with longing mingled with shyness. This must be a dream, Tom thought as he slipped his hand into James´. Another of my endless series of daydreams about James. In a moment he´ll say, "Snap out of it, Goodwin," and I´ll blush and stammer as I´ve done so many times before and that will be that.

But that didn´t happen. Silently James, still holding Tom´s hand, led him out of the living room into the hall beyond and through the door of the master bedroom. The style of the room was Japanese, with a king-sized mattress set low on a black lacquered frame, the matching headboard delicately inlaid with a gold motif of cranes flying over fields of grain.

Tom barely noticed these details, his unconscious mind storing them for later. He was focused solely on James, who dropped his hand and stood now uncertain, staring at the younger man. Tom couldn´t help but smile at James´ obvious desire juxtaposed with his equally obvious nervousness and uncertainty. How strange it felt to be the one in control! After all this time of secretly pining for this unattainable man-so he had thought!-he was standing in the man´s bedroom, aware of his mute plea for Tom to take charge.

"James. Are you sure?"

James just nodded, his fingers reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, which he now pulled over his head. Tom couldn´t help the sudden intake of breath as he stared at James´ strong, smooth, tanned chest. James obviously worked out, and it showed. His pecs were well defined, his muscles lying beautifully over a perfect bone structure of broad shoulders and tapering torso. His stomach was strong and lean, a line of dark blond hair ran from his belly button into his jeans.

Tom´s eye followed the line, resting on the telltale bulge in his friend´s pants. He felt his own cock respond, now completely erect in his briefs and suit pants. Following James´ example, he began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it loose from his trousers. His fingers moved over his cufflinks, his eyes now locked on James´ face. He slipped the cufflinks into his pants pocket and slipped his own shirt from his shoulders.