Chris took my hand and pulled me into the room, shutting the door quickly. I closed my eyes as he kissed me frantically, pushing me up against the wall and holding me there. I didn't resist; there wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be. I didn't have a word to describe how strongly I was feeling right now--all I wanted was to be here with Chris and hold him and touch him and assure myself that he was mine.

I wasn't normally this possessive, but that look in the picture was burned in my mind, that look that combined lust and need and something else so deep it couldn't be articulated except in our eyes. It amazed me to see it. Just amazed me.

It hardly seemed worth the trouble we'd gone to to get dressed only half an hour ago--less, even--but I recalled that Chris had seemed far less eager to make love before we'd left than he did now. Now he had that look in his eye which meant there wasn't anything he wanted more.

I took care removing his clothes, forcing him to be patient as I stripped them off him and lay them aside. He closed his eyes as I touched him, tracing his collarbones, feeling skin still soft and warm from the shower. His lips were parted and I slipped one finger between them. He sucked and nibbled at it with abandon, and I realized I hadn't tamed him at all; he'd just moved the franticness to the inside, waiting for me.

I dropped my clothes to the floor and looped an arm around his waist, pulling him to the bed and leaning overtop of him. "I want you," I told him, still remembering that look between us, and seeing it again in his eyes right now. It was a wonder, now, that we hadn't jumped each other in the middle of that photo shoot. Now those would have been some pictures to remember.

"I want you, too," he whispered, trailing his fingers down my body, teasing my sensitive skin. When the pleasure got to be too much, when I could feel myself almost vibrating inside, I ground myself against him and trapped him against the bed.

"Do you mind if we...?" Chris trailed off and pushed up against my shoulders insistently. I let him roll me off of him, and he quickly had me flat on my back, his knees straddling my hips and his hands still on my shoulders.

"Better?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow and thrusting my hips up against him.

"Much," he said, leaning down to kiss me sloppily. His hands slid from my shoulders down my arms to clasp my wrists, then to twine his fingers with mine. His tongue flicked out to touch behind my ear, the slide down my jaw, nibbling on my chin before diving down to suck on my adam's apple.

I tilted my head back and moaned, my throat vibrating under his lips. He kissed the hollow between my collarbones, then shifted so that he was kneeling between my legs, forcing them wide apart.

I was so hard now, my cock pressing against Chris' stomach, then his chest, as he kissed, licked and sucked his way down my body. When his lips finally touched the tip of my erection I let out a long sigh of relief and squirmed beneath him. His hands released mine and settled themselves on my hips to hold me still as he began to suck me.

More often than not it was me in that position, sucking him, licking him, getting ready to fuck him. But God...when Chris went down on me it blew my mind. I mean that. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head as my groin muscles tightened.

I felt cool air blow across my cock as his lips drew away, then one of his hands was gone from my hip. I forced my eyes open for a moment and saw him sucking his fingers into his mouth lazily, coating them with saliva. I drew in a quick, sharp breath and closed my eyes again.

My hips lifted instinctively as he slid his hand between my legs, as he slipped two fingers inside me. Thrust, really. Thrust two fingers inside me and lowered his head to take me into his mouth again. Chris was sucking me and finger fucking me and I was already feeling weak and dizzy as all the blood in my body concentrated in my groin.

His fingers moved in and out of me rapidly, hitting my prostate with each maddening thrust. I tried to pull his head back as I began to come but he continued sucking me, swallowing the fluid that I spurted into his mouth. I was vaguely aware of him moving away, of him jerking himself off quickly and wiping his hand on a pair of discarded boxers, but my body had gone limp and my brain was too full of fire to think.

Chris lay down on the bed next to me and kissed my throat again. He waited a moment for the glaze on my eyes to clear, for the distant gaze to return its focus to him again. "Was it good?" he whispered to me.

"You have to ask?"

Chris laughed. "I like to hear it, sometimes," he admitted. "It boosts my ego."

"In that case," I said, still catching my breath. "It was fantastic. It was amazing. It was--" Chris kissed my lips then, cutting off the torrent of adjectives I was willing to give him. "And I'm so glad we weren't interrupted," I added when he pulled away.

"God, yes," he said. He lay his head on the pillow next to mine and put an arm over my shoulders, curling up against me. His body was warm and slick, and we were probably going to have to shower again before tonight.

I waited until my heart had slowed again before turning my body towards his and looking at him. There was still something there, something in the way he held himself, in the tilt of his head, something vague and distant. I didn't want Chris to be pulling away like that, not so soon after we'd made love, not ever. His body was still with me, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.

That had been happening too much today, but he hadn't said a word about it. He would have gotten over an idle comment by now--Chris was pretty resilient--so it had to be something real, not just a perceived slight. I wanted him to just tell me what was going on, but the words never came from his lips. It was going to be up to me to find out what was bothering him, find out what I needed to do to make it right.

"Something's wrong," I said finally. Chris opened his eyes and I could see the surprise in them--surprise that I'd noticed, or that I'd said anything about it? "You wanna talk about it?"

Chris shook his head, his hair brushing against my arm. "Not yet," he said.

"But there is something wrong," I persisted.

Chris gave me half a shrug. "I just have some things on my mind that I need to sort through. Don't worry, Joey. I will talk to you about it. Just wait for me to be ready, okay?"

Chris didn't ask much of me, so I'd be a damn poor boyfriend if I didn't at least give him this. Even now, even with how close we were, I didn't see this ultra-serious-thinking bit very often. I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it; all I knew is that if Chris said he needed time, then he needed time and any pushing I did was just gonna piss him off.

"Okay," I said finally, kissing his cheek gently. "Can I ask you something, though?"

"Sure," he said softly. "Why not?"

"Is it about me?" I asked uncertainly. "Is it something I did?"

Instead of answering right away, he kissed me deeply, making it last until we both needed to come up for air. "It's just something I have to think about. Don't worry, you didn't do anything to upset me. Okay, Joe?"

"Okay," I said, still holding him close. We lay there in silence for a few more minutes, then Chris quietly pulled away and got out of the bed. "Chris?" I said quietly as he began pulling his clothes on.

"I'm glad we have a free day, today," he said. "I need to take care of some FuMan stuff."

"Ah, okay," I said. A few moments later I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched a little. There was no sense staying in there much longer, not without Chris. It was still relatively early in the day, and there were lots of things I could be doing. I managed to track down my clothes and slipped back into them quickly. I did take the time to grab a clean pair of underwear from my bag, the memory of Chris wiping his hand off lingering in the back of my mind.

"I'm gonna go see what the rest of the guys are up to now," I said, going over to where he was setting up his things on the desk and putting my hands on his shoulders, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "If that's okay."

He turned his head and gave me a reassuring smile. "I'm gonna be a busy," he said. "We'll meet back up for dinner?"