Depth of Feeling — Alex Jace

Basking in the first warm glow of new love, Max is intrigued when sweet and sexy Arjen suggests their first holiday together. Max jumps at the chance to spend two scorching weeks alone with the man of his dreams. Their break together is every bit as sizzlingly wicked as Max hoped for, but what surprises Max is that his feelings for Arjen only deepen with every sunlit day spent together. It's that depth of feeling that will make this holiday unforgettable for them.

5300-word MM erotic romance.

Excerpt:

The first day of their holiday dawned bright gold with sunshine that poured in through the leaf-fringed windows. They breakfasted on the deck outside, looking out over miles of green countryside melting into a haze in the distance. The utter silence was so different from what Max normally considered a holiday, namely an opportunity to drink and get laid, and yet as Max tore off another piece of crusty bread and buttered it, something inside him settled into place. Peace.

Arjen clearly couldn't wait to dive into their private pool, which shone like a jewel in the decking. Max discovered that he looked fucking amazing wearing only swim shorts. He tugged Arjen back toward him before he could jump into the water. “Not so fast, sweetling. It's thirty-five degrees. You're going to burn.”

Arjen laughed. “I can see your concern is only for my welfare. Not because you want to rub me all over with sun cream and get me all slippery.”

“Duty calls.” Max grinned.

He made Arjen lie down. Arjen grumbled, but stretched out on the sun-warmed wooden decking, resting his cheek on his folded arms. The sight of all that lean muscle laid out underneath him made Max bite his tongue hard to hold himself back; he wanted to tug those swim shorts down and zero in on that perfect ass.

Patience. Max poured the sun cream onto his hands and began to rub it in.

It felt fantastic. Arjen was delightfully warm beneath his hands, relaxing more under every stroke, and when Max pressed harder into the muscles of his back, Arjen gave a little moan. “Oh, that's good.”

Arjen was going to end up getting fucked into the decking if he didn't behave. Max rubbed the stuff into his shoulders, then down his back, enjoying the curve of his spine. He parted Arjen's legs deliberately and rubbed down his thighs and calves, then tantalised himself by running his hand back up his inner thigh. “Turn over, baby.”

“Mmm.” Arjen seemed to have melted beneath his hands; turning over was clearly too much effort.

“If I have to stare at your ass in those shorts any longer, I will not be responsible for the consequences. Turn over.”

Arjen stirred reluctantly, then subsided again. “Don't want to.”

The growl rose unbidden in Max's throat. He yanked those damn shorts straight down and spread Arjen's thighs wide. It really was a fantastic view -- his ass was amazing, muscled and tight. Max cupped Arjen's ass in his slippery hands, squeezed and kneaded, pressing his thumb into his hole. Arjen arched under him with a gasp. “Ah!”

“Hush. This is your own fault.” Max added some lube to his fingers for good measure and pushed that thumb in. Arjen groaned as it slipped in. “You're all slippery. I should have known this was only going in one direction.” He tugged his own trunks off so he could rub himself against Arjen's ass. His cock slid back and forth along his crack. Arjen squirmed under him, trapped against the wooden deck. “I should just come all over your ass. Get you even stickier.”

“No, please fuck me.”

“You're going to be such a mess.” Max grinned as he spread him even wider and pushed into him.