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looked down again, Troy also lowered his head.
    They moved their hands quickly now, each rushing toward completion. Up and down they stroked with their cocks straining against each other and flushed darkly. Troy canted his hips up, thrusting his erection harder and faster. Steve following him, keeping pace. Their pants became louder, the rasping sound of their breathing filling the room as they strove for that final peak.
    “Fuck yeah,” Troy shouted, as that hot, heavy detonation started in his balls.
    With sharp, jerking movements, he fucked himself into Steven’s hand. He moved his fist quicker and squeezed Steve tighter, urging his partner to come with him. Steve cried out, gripping Troy’s erection tightly as he also came.
    Heat washed over Troy as his body spasmed. The tight, delicious pressure of Steve’s hand massaged his shaft, drawing his seed from his body. Troy bucked in time to Steve’s thrusts, each of them jerking together. Pressed so tightly against each other, their hands touched as they rode through their climax. White seed shot from Troy’s tip, coating over Steve’s fingers. He felt warmth from the Steve’s cum as it splashed on his hand.
    Drained, Troy became aware once again of the sounds and scent of the room. Their labored breaths filled the small area. The heavy scent of seed and sex beat at him with every indrawn breath. His hands were sticky, covered in their mingled pleasure. Troy found it incredibly intimate and highly arousing, knowing they’d come simultaneously and by each other’s hand.
    They stood still for a moment, each recovering in their own time. Amusement bubbled up inside Troy. He looked over his shoulder to the small trolley Steven had wheeled in earlier when they’d taken command of the room.
    “I hope there’s towels or wipes in there,” he said.
    “It won’t be a problem to find something,” Steve reassured him. “Besides, I’ve got a change of clothes in my locker if we’ve made a mess.”
    Slowly they untangled themselves. Troy placed his clean hand on Steve’s shoulder, halting him before he pulled away. Dipping his head, he then pressed a light kiss on Steven’s lips, loving again how soft they were.
    “That was amazing. Thank you,” Troy whispered.
    Steve smiled at him, then closed the distance that speaking had created between them. Steve kissed him in return in a slower, more thorough fashion. Troy closed his eyes, lost in the languid, sensual pleasure Steve’s touch gave him. When Steve pulled away, Troy caught his breath and opened his eyes.
    “Let me find something so we can clean up,” Steve replied, his voice husky again. “I can’t imagine we’ll remain undisturbed much longer.”
    “We can swing by my place, shower and change before we go talk to Marshall,” Troy offered. “I’ll need fresh clothes and that way you won’t have to get changed here.”
    Steven handed him some paper towels and they each did what they could to set themselves to rights. Even afterward, Troy still felt sticky and he reeked of sex. He smirked and decided it wasn’t something he found distasteful. He liked the scent of Steve on his skin.
    Besides, it was only a short drive home. He liked the knowledge that if he tasted his hand, it would come away with the salty tang that was the essence of Steven.
    His heart felt warm, light.
    “I’ll just return this, grab my bag and be back in a few minutes,” Steve said, as he checked they’d not left anything behind. Troy opened the door and stood aside so Steve could push the trolley out. They paused in the corridor.
    “I’ll drop you off at the side exit,” Steve suggested. “I can put this away and meet you. Then we can—”
    “Oh, Thompson, I thought you left ages ago?”
    Steve and Troy turned around. A Matron had just rounded the corridor. She peered into the open door of the now empty room.
    “Oh good,” she said, “I’ve got a six year old who was brought into Triage. He’s just puked everywhere