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Dinner at the Sidi Driss was a lot better than the run-down accommodations. They sat under the stars, and it was magical—just the kind of romantic date Aidan loved. He only had to ignore the Libyan intelligence agent pursuing them and the realization that one man had already died because of the account information they were carrying.
Belghasem stopped into the bar to make a few announcements. “Tomorrow, we go early morning to a ksour, very lovely, interesting trip. We spend night in Tataouine.”
Liam called him over and asked about the itinerary. After Tataouine, which Belghasem said was interesting, very lovely, the tour would cross the desert toward Douz and the Chott el Jarid. After a few more stops, they would return to Tunis.
“I guess we’ll stick with the tour as far as Tataouine,” Liam said when Belghasem left. “From there, though, we’ll have to find a way to get to Remada.”
Two of the men from the group had bought light sabers in the market, and staged a mock battle near the restaurant entrance. “I want to do that,” Aidan said.
“I’m afraid not,” Liam said. “We don’t want to call too much attention to ourselves.”
“You’re no fun.”
“You didn’t say that last night,” Liam said, with sly grin.
After the waitress had tempted them with dessert, Aidan said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a place with so little ground light. I want to go out and look at the stars. I’ll bet we can see the Milky Way.”
“Since I had to deny you a light saber battle, I guess we’re going,” Liam said. They walked out of the hotel’s front door, and after a couple of moments they had left behind the town. Liam wrapped his arms around Liam and whispered, “I can make you see stars.”
They kissed, and maybe it was the darkness, or the lack of any other stimulus like street sounds, but everything about the kiss seemed magnified. Liam’s lips were already familiar, but tonight they tasted like the spicy harissa, the rare lamb, the sweetened coffee they had finished the meal with. Aidan turned his head to the right, and Liam nibbled at his lower lip, then moved to his chin. Every kiss, every bite, sent shivers through Aidan’s body, direct to his dick.
The sky overhead was a magnificent canopy, more stars and constellations than Aidan had ever seen before. Liam pulled back, and pointed out those that he knew, the ones he had learned to navigate by. To Aidan, they looked almost like 3D, and he kept wanting to reach out and touch them. A shooting star blazed across the sky, and he knew he should make a wish—but at that moment it seemed like he had everything he wanted.
Walking back toward the hotel, Liam gently pushed Aidan up against a rough stucco wall and kissed him again. The bodyguard’s chin was rough, a five o’clock shadow blossoming there and on his cheeks, but Aidan welcomed the sensation. The sandpaper feel of Liam’s beard was an amazing counterpoint to the soft moistness of his lips.
Aidan’s dick pressed against his pants, and as Liam pressed their bodies together, he could feel that Liam was hard, too. “I could get used to this,” Liam said in a whisper, right into Aidan’s ear. In response, Aidan lifted his leg and wrapped it around Liam’s butt, pulling him even closer.
“I think we’d better take this back to the room,” Liam said. He backed away, and Aidan felt a moment of physical longing as their contact was released. He didn’t want to wait to walk back to the hotel; he wanted to pull his clothes off, offer his naked body to Liam right there in this darkened alley, lit only by the stars above.
He’d never felt so much sexual abandon, not even in his younger days, traveling Europe and moving from job to job and guy to guy. He’d had plenty of sex, from a quick roll with a Polish laborer on the floor of a London squat to sucking an elderly Frenchman in the grand bedroom of a fabulous high-ceilinged apartment just off the Champs-Élysées in Paris. He’d kissed men in the lavender fields of Provence, in the men’s room of the Monte-Carlo Casino. He’d been fucked by Yugoslavs, Italians and Czechs; fucked the asses of Chinese political refugees and Nigerian street vendors.
It had all been fun, in retrospect, even the incidents that hadn’t worked out so well, like the time in Brussels when a businessman’s wife had surprised them in bed and chased Aidan, bare-assed but clutching his pants, down a long spiral staircase. He’d spent a night in a small country jail in a remote Swiss canton, been surprised by the jailer in the middle of the night as he sucked his cell mate, and been kicked back on to the street in outrage.
But none of it compared to the feeling he had with Liam. A single glance, the lightest touch, was enough to get him hard. It seemed like there was a continual wet spot in his boxers where his dick leaked against the fabric. When he had Liam in his arms he never wanted to let go.
He scrambled to keep up with Liam’s long strides through the darkened town, then as they navigated the hotel corridors back to their room. Once there, the moment had passed. Liam turned on the single bulb, and while Aidan relaxed on the bed the big bodyguard sat next to him, poring over a map of Tunisia. Aidan spent some time with his guidebook, discovering that the ksour were fortified adobe structures built by the Berbers to store their grain. Around eleven, Liam yawned. “Guess we should get some rest.”
“Really?” Aidan looked up at that sexy body as Liam stood next to the bed and peeled off his shirt and shorts. “That’s what you want? Rest?”
Liam laughed. “You have something else in mind?”
“I could think of something.”
Liam dropped his boxers and stood naked before Aidan. Aidan remembered seeing Liam showering behind the Bar Mamounia, and how he’d believed there was no way he could even touch a body so perfect—the beefy biceps and triceps, the six-pack abs, the narrow, tapered waist, the tree-trunk thighs. Liam’s dick stiffened as Aidan watched, and Aidan scooted across the bed to take Liam in his mouth where he stood.
The bodyguard’s dick tasted so good, filled his mouth and banged against the back of his throat. He longed to grasp Liam’s ass and pull him even closer, but his gag reflex was acting up, and he had to twine his fingers together in a trick he’d learned years before, to calm it. Liam seemed to be enjoying Aidan’s actions, then suddenly he put his hands on Aidan’s shoulders and said, “Don’t move.”
There was something strange in his tone, so menacing and unexpected in the middle of sex. Aidan stopped, Liam’s dick in his mouth, and then Liam backed away, very carefully.
“What...” Aidan began, as soon as his mouth was free.
“Ssh,” Liam said, holding his finger to his lips. Slowly he turned and moved around the bed, behind Aidan. Disobeying his order not to move, Aidan twisted around on the bed to watch him, and then he saw it.
A scorpion clung to the cave wall, just about even with Aidan’s head. He backed away as Liam picked up the guidebook and then, in a quick motion, slammed the book against the scorpion and the wall.
The loud thwack! startled Aidan, even though he’d been expecting it, and he nearly fell off the side of the bed. Liam pulled back the guidebook, and the scorpion fell to the ground dead. Using his t-shirt, Liam picked it up and walked to the door of the room. Aidan got a great view of his tight butt, lightly dusted with light brown hair, as he looked out into the hallway.
Aidan saw him bend to the ground, and felt a tremor of anticipation rush through his body. Liam was so damned gorgeous. They might only have one more night together, but Aidan was sure as hell going to make the most of it, scorpions or no. Regardless of what happened in Tataouine, or Remada, or even back in Tunis, Liam McCullough was his for the time being. He worried that perhaps he’d lost Blake by not being more aggressive, by not grabbing for what he wanted from life with both hands. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
Liam dropped the dead scorpion outside the door, as if it was a used room service tray, and then shook out his t-shirt. He turned back to Aidan, closing the door behind him.
Liam’s erection was gone, but Aidan knew he could make it come back. He stood and slowly lifted his T-shirt off above his head, exposing his flat abs, dusted with fine dark hair. He heard Liam catch his breath.
Looking directly into Liam’s eyes, Aidan unbuckled his belt and unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the floor. He was already barefoot, so all he was left wearing was his boxers, and his stiff dick was tenting them. Liam reached across, putting one hand on each side of Aidan’s waist, pushing the boxers down as they kissed.
Both of them were fully hard by then. Aidan resisted the urge to fall into Liam’s arms, instead maneuvering his hips so that his dick slapped against Liam’s. “That’s the way you want to play it?” Liam said, his voice husky.
It became a sword fight, each of them slapping at the other. Liam grabbed his dick at the root and swung it against Aidan, and they battled until Liam gave in. He grabbed Aidan and pressed him close, lowering his head so they could kiss as they embraced.
Aidan’s pulse raced at the heat Liam’s body threw off. He loved the way his chest hair feathered against Liam’s smooth skin, the way his hands fastened onto Liam’s shoulder blades. He pressed against Liam so hard, it was like he hoped they could meld into one being.
“I want you inside me,” Aidan panted into Liam’s chest. “Oh, god, I want you in me so bad.”
Liam took hold of Aidan’s shoulders and turned him around so that Aidan faced the stone wall. Aidan spread his legs, reached out to the wall, and pressed his cheek to the cold stone. “You’re lucky I was a boy scout, back in Jersey,” Liam said.
“Always prepared?” Aidan asked.
“You bet. Our troop leader was my friend Barry’s uncle, and he gave us all kinds of useful advice. Like always have a condom on you, because you never know when you’ll get lucky.”
“Are you lucky tonight?”
“Oh, yeah,” Liam said, as Aidan heard a spurt of lube, and felt Liam’s finger, cold and wet, snake into his ass. “And so are you.”
Liam kissed Aidan’s back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, as his index finger explored Aidan’s ass. Aidan was lost in the sensation, loving the contact between their bodies. He’d never felt this sense so strongly before, wanting another man inside him, wanting them to be so connected.
“Take a deep breath,” Liam said, kissing Aidan’s neck and using his hands to spread Aidan’s ass cheeks wide.
The pain shot through Aidan’s body as Liam’s dick entered him. He couldn’t help crying out. Blake thought anal sex was too messy, so they’d hardly done it over their ten plus years together, no matter how much Aidan had longed for it. And Blake’s dick had been slimmer than Liam’s, and shorter, too.
“Sorry,” Liam said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Aidan gritted his teeth and bucked back against Liam. “Oh, god, just fuck me, please.”
The pain turned to fire as Liam moved slowly in and out of Aidan’s ass. He felt the head of Liam’s dick banging against his prostate, and he began to pant and sweat. He pushed back from the wall, Liam inside him, and then turned to the bed. Liam’s dick popped out as Aidan kneeled on the bed, raising his butt in offering.
“That is such a sweet ass,” Liam said. He followed Aidan, kneeling behind him on the bed. Holding his dick, he aimed it at Aidan’s hole and bucked into him. He was sweating, too, a fine sheen covering his body as his chest heaved.
As good as it felt, Aidan thought it could be better. “No, it’s still not right,” he said. “I want to be able to look at you.”
He pulled away from Liam, feeling a momentary pang of emptiness as Liam’s dick left his ass, and sat back on the bed. He leaned far back against the pillows and opened his legs wide, pulling them back toward his shoulders. “Now,” he said. “Come fuck me.”
“With pleasure,” Liam said, and he kneeled on the bed in front of Aidan, guiding his dick back toward Aidan’s ass. It took a minute to get the position and the rhythm right, and then their eyes were locked together as Liam pistoned into Aidan’s ass.
Both of them were panting heavily as Liam grabbed Aidan’s dick and started jerking it, timing his strokes to the movement of his dick in Aidan’s ass. Then Liam couldn’t hold out any longer, and he howled, as his ejaculation shook his body.
The pressure pushed Aidan over the edge as well, and he shot ribbons of come into Liam’s fist. Aidan grabbed Liam’s shoulders and pulled him down.
“I’m too heavy for you,” Liam protested, trying to back away.
“You’re just right,” Aidan said, pressing down to keep Liam in place. “This is just right.”
