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swallowed hard, looking into Gerry’s eyes. “I didn’t want to go,” he added in a tone of wonder.
    The shy admission brought a smile to Gerry’s face. “I’m glad. I’m really glad.” Before Gerry could change his mind, he brought his face closer to capture that sweet mouth in a gentle kiss.
    Ghost’s eyes widened as Gerry’s mouth settled on his, the kiss tender, not demanding anything more than for him to accept it. Gerry felt the softness of Ghost’s lips, softer than the hunter imagined they would be, as Ghost’s fingers moved of their own volition to stroke the stubble along Gerry’s jaw.
    When Gerry lifted his lips away, Ghost made a small sound of protest. The apprentice leaned closer to Gerry, pressing those sweet lips against Gerry’s lips, asking for more in a silent plea.
    Gerry lingered longer this time, with more need than before. The tip of his tongue slipped past his lips to trace the swell of Ghost’s full lower lip, as succulent as Gerry had anticipated. He felt the faint tremor that ran through Ghost, a delicate shiver as the slender body moved closer. Gerry’s cock strained against the confines of his leather breeches, the pressure close to painful. He thought he smelled his own arousal as he tasted that inviting mouth.
    Ghost’s lips parted as Gerry deepened the kiss. The younger man pressed against Gerry, the thin fabric of Gerry’s singlet rubbing against Ghost’s nipples. Ghost gave a whisper-soft moan as Gerry felt Ghost’s member pressed between them. Ghost’s cheeks grew darker while his hand wandered along the column of Gerry’s throat, traveling down to slide over Gerry’s chest.
    The pale hand that slid along Gerry’s chest radiated heat far beyond what Gerry expected. The delicate little moan Gerry coaxed from the slender young man ran like lightning along Gerry’s spine. Gerry’s hand slid along the high cheekbone and into the thick white hair, to hold Ghost in place as Gerry plundered the sweet mouth that was offered without hesitation. Gerry could not help a moan of his own when Ghost pressed against Gerry, the evidence of Ghost’s interest pressing into his hip.
    “Please,” Ghost whispered. The apprentice’s pale eyes were wide, but there was no fear in them, no hint of tension that Gerry could see. If Gerry had to put a name to it, he would have said that Ghost’s expression was one of wonder. Ghost’s next words only reinforced that impression.
    “I think I’ve been waiting for this all my life.” Ghost tilted his face up, offering his lips again, that almost imperceptible tremble running through him as his lips parted.
    Gerry kissed Ghost again, and this time Ghost kissed back, sweet and clumsy like all first kisses should be. Gerry broke the kiss only when they needed to breathe again, reluctant to relinquish that tender mouth, Ghost giving him a tentative smile.
    “Oh, that was sweet,” Gerry murmured. He returned the smile, watching Ghost’s eyes light up. “I could kiss you all morning.”
    Ghost’s cheeks pinked up even more, and he shifted a little. “I think I need -- my breeches feel tight,” he said. He made a small sound as Gerry’s hands dipped under the blanket to find his laces.
    The hunter’s own cock was aching to be freed from the confines of his leather breeches. Once Gerry had unlaced Ghost’s flies, he turned to his own with a groan of relief. The groan thickened to something more when he felt Ghost’s hand stroke the hard shaft as it sprang free.
    The younger man’s cheeks were a dark rose by now, but his eyes were locked on Gerry’s eyes. “I’ve never actually -- you know. With anyone.”
    Gerry shifted to align his cock with Ghost’s cock, wrapping his hand around them both, covering Ghost’s fingers as well. “You told me, I think. Last night.”
    “Do you mind?” Ghost asked. He made a soft sound as Gerry’s hand began to move, taking his hand with it, caressing the two shafts at the same time. His hand was