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    If his hands had been free, he would have clawed at Grady's thighs and forced him to slow it down. How the hell anybody was supposed to suck a man off properly at this kind of speed was beyond him. But a dark, contrary desire lurked in the back of his head. It was the same one whispering in Leon's ear to make sure and swallow each time the thick length slid into his throat. It was the one coaxing his cock into an aching throb, desperate for release. It was the one that hinted maybe adding a little bit more, some tongue here, a few vibrations there, would make this even better for Thomas.
    Leon fully suspected that the little voice wouldn't have let him push Thomas away if his hands were free. It would have talked them into holding onto those powerful legs and never letting go.
    Thomas cupped the sides of Leon's face with both hands, his rough palms surprisingly gentle. That was Leon's only warning that everything was about to change. His thumbs caressed Leon's cheekbones, pressing against the cool skin. Leon looked up, trying to watch the pleasure pass over Thomas's face, trying to see if there would be any sort of difference at all. Grady's eyes screwed shut, and then his cock jerked against the back of Leon's throat.
    His grip was lax enough for Leon to slide up the length just enough for the warm fluid to land on his tongue instead of untasted down his gullet. Though Grady's hands tensed, as soon as he realized Leon wasn't abandoning his shaft completely, they relaxed enough to continue their stroking. It allowed Leon the luxury of swallowing each delicious drop, savoring the tang and texture as his lips sealed tightly around the pulsing length.
    Thomas pulled himself free of Leon's mouth and ran his palm down the shaft, gathering up the few drops of come that still clung to his skin. He kept himself tantalizing close to Leon's mouth, as if he planned to try for another go. Instead, a shiver went through his frame, and then he tucked himself back into his pants.
    “There's a whore in Denver who could teach you a thing or two.”
    The words stung, cold and unfeeling. Leon gritted his teeth against the anger overtaking the lull absorbing the orgasm had created.
    “Then maybe you should try fucking her mouth instead of mine next time. Because if you try it again, I'll bite your dick off.”
    “Maybe I won't be interested in your mouth the next time,” Thomas countered. He stepped back and surveyed the area they were in. “I think we'll make camp in those trees. They'll protect us from the wind and keep you from scampering off.”
    Leon bit the inside of his cheek. His cock hurt from how hard he was, but damn if he was going to bring Grady's attention to it now. He'd only use it to mock him even more than he already did, call him a pansy or worse for wanting to get off on being used like that. Leon wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting his arousal win.
    “Because I'm so light on my feet with my hands trussed behind my back?” Leon sat back on his heels, refusing to rise even though his legs were half numb. “We could've both been someplace warm if you hadn't got greedy.”
    “What? You thought we'd backtrack to Soda Springs?”
    “Actually, I was referring to the train, but yeah, now that you mention it, Soda Springs is as good a place as any to rest our heads, don't you think?”
    “No. Another train won't be passing through there for at least a week. I'd prefer to keep moving west. I don't backtrack.”
    “Aw, c'mon. A week in a warm bed? You don't think that sounds good?”
    “You mean a week for you to rest and recover? No, I don't think so.”
    “And here I thought you were the best.” Leon shook his head in mock disappointment. “You don't really deserve that reputation, I think.”
    “Part of being the best means not being stupid. And it would be stupid to nurse your ass back to health so you'd have the chance to run again.” Thomas took Leon by the arm and