Working to Win now out!

Together for more than six years, lovers Jason and Bryan rarely see each other anymore. Their jobs are running them ragged and keeping them apart. It’s gotten so they barely even communicate.

But a trip to a winter cabin for a long weekend, a last-ditch effort to rekindle their romance, reveals a side to the two men the other never knew existed, and their weekend suddenly includes power-play games.

Is this new aspect of their relationship doomed to fail, or will it help them find what they both need to make their lives work again?

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Who’d told? Peter? Jack? Mangus had passed away years ago, the big Top wasting away from Lou Gherig’s, so it couldn’t have been him. God. Jason had to be so pissed… That was a huge fact for him to withhold.

Jason half carried, half dragged him to the bed, pushing him down onto it before bending to take off his shoes, pull off his pants.

“What do you want?” The man was going to leave him after this weekend anyway. Bryan knew it. Now he knew why.

“To nap with you. To wake up next to you.”

Bryan was never going to be able to sleep now. Never.

Jason grinned, like he knew. Grabbing his hands, Jason pulled them up over his head and tied them to the headboard. “You need an orgasm to get to sleep, babe?”

“I…” He was so confused.

Jason didn’t seem angry.

Jason’s hand slipped around his cock, moving slowly. His lover’s dark blue eyes were hot, intense, staring right into him. He didn’t know what to say, what to do except feel. Jason’s hand just kept stroking, moving over his cock, thumb teasing the slit.

“Are you… Can you tell me you still care about me, man?” He couldn’t do this if all he Jason wanted was a warm body.

Jason stopped and leaned up so they were face to face, the solid body pressing him into the mattress. “I love you, Bryan. I came here with you looking for a way to make things work between us. I’m praying I just have.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he pressed their lips together. It hurt his soul that he didn’t remember what Jason tasted like. He’d forgotten the sweetness of Jason’s mouth, the way Jason tasted like no one ever had. Jason moaned, hand sliding around to cup his head, tilt him.

The kiss went on until he was breathless, then Jason rested their foreheads together. “Well? Are you gonna say it back?”

“I’ve loved you for years.” He just didn’t know if that was enough.

“So have I. Dork.” Then Jason kissed him again, hand moving on his prick once more.

Bryan closed his eyes, unsure that he could handle this. Jason’s thumb worked his slit, fingernail pressing enough to give him a small bite of pain. His toes curled and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“Orgasm, babe,” Jason demanded. “I want yours.”

Damn it. God, Bryan ached.

Jason kept tugging, working his tip, demanding his come. There wasn’t any lube but his pre-come, and the friction was maddening.

“So stubborn,” muttered Jason, tugging even harder.

“Am not. I’m tired.”

“So shoot. It’ll put you right to sleep.” The touch came again, pushing hard, stinging, and Jason nudged his sac with one thigh, hard. “I said come, boy.”

His eyes flew open and all he saw was Jason as spunk sprayed from him.