Fingers traced lazily over his back. Warm, slightly callused tips that moved gently over his spine, raising small bumps in their passing.
 Ace turned his head slightly, hair sticking to his face as he cracked sleepy eyes open. Early morning. It had to be early morning. It was hard to tell, his room having no windows. Early morning Ace decided; giving how he felt.
 The fingers snaked under the blanket, drifting teasingly toward the small of his back. Ace swatted clumsily at the offending hand and Cosmo chuckled, the caress returning to his shoulder. Ace was ticklish and Cosmo damn well knew it. He had freely used the fact ruthlessly in the past. Cosmo himself wasn’t so susceptible, but he wasn’t without his weakness’. Ace had learned of a particular spot on the young man’s neck that when kissed lightly made him putty in the magician’s hands. Ace of course had exploited this fact. Not that Cosmo was going to complain. No way in hell.
 Ace let out a soft rumble of contentment. The fingers had stopped their slow caress and were now massaging one shoulder, strong fingers digging lightly into the corded muscles there. His body relaxed a touch deeper into the bed. It was not making waking up any easier.
 There was a curious hum and Ace shifted, trying to find his bedmate. He was on his belly and Cosmo was resting his head on one shoulder, just barely in his line of view. The young man looked languorous in the dim bedroom lights, stretched out beside him. The blanket had fallen back, being caught on one slender hip, revealing the lean, muscular body of his partner. Ace let his eyes travel appreciatively as the sure hands kept working at the muscles of his back.
 “What’s up?” he rumbled softly. The fingers drifted to his hair, swirling lazily there.
 “Oh, just wondering,” Cosmo returned softly, coaxing a response from him. It was a game they played. Small, teasing interrogations, generally of a less then respectable nature. Ace turned onto his side. A rather ponderous move, given his half wake state. Cosmo shifted with him, snuggling against him, molding his body against the larger man as Ace settled on his side.
 “Wondering what?” Ace let his own hand bury in the think red hair, wrapping the silky strands inexorable around his fingers. Cosmo let out a low humm, leaning into the caress.
 “Oh, I was just wondering what you liked most about our love making?” Cosmo said, voice tantalizing rough, looking up at him. Ace lost him self momentarily in the pure gray gaze as Cosmo’s husky voice rippled through him. So vibrant, so lively those pale eyes, that could go from playful one moment to a smoldering passion in the next breath.
 “Everything,” he stated without hesitation. Cosmo rolled his eyes with a small laugh, shaking his head slightly.
 “Come on, Ace. There has to be one thing you like best,” Cosmo teased, his hand drifting down the older man’s stomach, moving over one hip and slipping to Ace’s backside. The magician let out a slight moan as finger danced lightly over the sensitive skin.
 “Okay. What I like best is how you scream my name,” Ace admitted.

 “Oh. That,” Cosmo muttered a hint of a blush on his cheeks. The teen had been rather embarrassed to learn he was a screamer. Not like he could help it. He was barely cognitive at that point in their passions, lost in his own emotions as well as Ace’s echoing erotic desires. It was addictive that. The sexual arousal feeding him, burning raw over his mind. The very memory of those moments were enough to send tremors of desire surging though him. Ace was an addiction. One Cosmo never intended to seek a cure for.

 Ace did love the way Cosmo screamed his name. Shivers danced through him, warming him. Such passion in his name. Pure, unadulterated release with the cry of a single word. Everything about the hard young man aroused him. Cosmo was like no lover he had had before. Could drive him to the edge of desire with breathless ease. But then, Ace had never had a lover who was empathicly in tuned to him. It did give the teen an advantage. Nothing was lost to the young man and his every desire and passion was answered surely.
 “So what do you like best?” he countered, offering Cosmo a distraction from his own embarrassment.
 The teen fairly purred, molding himself against the older man. “The way you touch, Ace. Man, the way your hands move.” It was a sultry rumble that sent blood rushing to his groin. Cosmo’s voice did that to him. Aroused him with a single sigh or roughly spoke word.
 “I try,” he said simply, as Cosmo broke free of his caressing hand, letting his lips travel over the planes of Ace’s chest. Ace let out a soft sigh as the teen’s tongue danced lightly around one hard nipple. It was torture, how long his partner paused there, drifting closer, then away. An involuntary groan of protest left him and he felt the smile on his lover’s lips as Cosmo latched on to the aching bud, sucking hard. Another gasp of pure pleasure launched from him. The hands had still been busy, rubbing over his stomach, drifting playfully over his buttocks and thighs. Occasionally dipping to more tantalizing places...
 Insatiable. Cosmo was insatiable. He was barely an eighteen year old man; a ball of pure sexual energy, fiery young desire and passion with the body to back it up. And all of it was aimed at Ace and Ace alone. It was going to be the death of him, Ace knew it. He wasn’t so old as to not remember the heated emotions of that young age. But he wasn’t that young anymore. Not old, but definitely not eighteen. His hot blooded lover was going to be the death of him, but he would go with a smile on his face
 “Didn’t you get enough last night?” Ace complained good naturedly.
 “Yeah, right,” Cosmo retorted, lips sneaking over to the other straining bud-- enveloping it. Ace shuddered. Insatiable. Dear Lord. After Cosmo’s birthday it’d taken them two days to get out of his bedroom. Not that either of them had been good for anything even after that. God, what a two days it had been. And Cosmo wasn’t even hitting his stride yet.
 “Cosmo,” he murmured as the red head disappeared beneath the blankets. Ace felt the sultry lips traveling over his stomach, trailing sweet kisses behind.
 “Cosmo, we have to get up this morning,” he argued. They did indeed have to. They had a rehearsal starting at nine. It had become a point of honor for them not to let pleasure interfere with business. So far, they had succeeded, but now Ace wasn’t so sure that record was going to last.
 “You say something, Ace?” was Cosmo’s mocking retort, voice muffled by the blanket.
 “Cosmo,” Ace started, then groaned as a warm breath gusted over his half-hard penis. Damn, Cosmo knew how to push all his buttons. There were disadvantages to having an empath for a lover.
 “Cosmo.” It had been meant as a rebuke, but ended in a hot moan as a wet tongue traced lightly over his awaking cock. Ace’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt his partner’s warm lips gently wrap around him, sucking, the tongue dancing erotically over hypersensitive skin, his hips raising instinctively into that hot embrace. When at last the teen deigned to release him he was anything but limp.

 Cosmo rested against the slightly heaving abdomen of his lover, simply drifting in the rising passion starting to leak into his mind.
 Addiction.
 Definitely.
 Hmmm, now what to do? They did have to get up soon, but Cosmo wasn’t beyond having a little fun.
 And Ace was fun. Definitely fun.
 Fingers danced lightly over the straining erection, wrapping around the pulsing organ, delighting in the silky hot feel. This was his second favorite thing about Ace. Not that he would necessarily admit it, but touching him, holding him, tasting him... Cosmo’s own body started to respond to the mere thoughts but he didn’t let it distract him from his purpose. His hand moved sensuously up and down the thickening shaft, soft then firm, then soft again. Ace let out a low moan and new shards of thought course through him. Cosmo smiled evilly. So much for the magician’s will.

 “Cosmo,” Ace protested half-heartedly. His hips were moving, quite of their own will, into the gentle stroking embrace. Damn his partner. He couldn’t resist the fiery teen. Never could, never would, even if it was Ace who usually lead the direction their bed olympics. It wasn’t intentional, that subtle domination, Cosmo just seemed to be content to let the older man take the lead. Well, usually. Cosmo most definitely was never a spectator. Never, but the young man as of late had started taking more of the initiative, testing the boundaries of their relationship. Ace did not begrudge him. He could argue with his timing, however. Like right now. The hot mouth was making its way back to his groin, enticing wet kisses promising more to come. One hand slipped beneath the blankets and caught in the soft hair trailing across his stomach. The problem was, Ace wasn’t sure if it was there to encourage, or resist.

 Cosmo turned his face into the hand that had drifted lovingly over his hair. He caught one finger in the dark and slowly sucked it in, swirling his tongue over it, almost cruelly delightful. Ace liked that and he knew it. He knew everything Ace liked, made a point to remember every reaction, every shudder the man made. He loved Ace, heart and soul. It shocked him even still the power of the emotion. Even more amazing to have that love returned so unconditionally. Very little in Cosmo’s life had been unconditional.
 Only Ace.
 Always Ace.
 “Cosmo.” Another weak protest. Cosmo released the captured digit and slipped up, just enough to peek out from under the blanket, hair static charged and clinging to the slick satin. Ace was looking down, gray-blue eyes smoldering with passion and a touch of defiance, uncertain whether to stay strong or to give in. Gray eyes meet that wavering gaze, glittering playfully.
 “Problem, Ace?” he asked lightly, with an impish grin. An eyebrow raised, not fooled in the least. It dropped as a smile crossed the full lips and Ace caressed his face gently.
 “We have to get up.” It was not a happy announcement.
  Cosmo grinned all the more.
 “Okay.” With that he bounced out of the bed.

 Ace almost gasped at his departure. Cosmo rolled easily from beneath the blankets to his feet with no protest, no last attempt... Nothing! It was what he had wanted, he supposed. But damn it, it was still disappointing! Displeasure was clear on his face as Cosmo went to the foot of the bed, the sly smile still on his lips as he posed there suggestively. His hands rested on the mattress as he leaned forward, legs slightly spread and exposing everything.
 Cruel. It was cruel the way his partner was looking at him, posed there sooo temptingly.
 “I thought you wanted to get out of bed?” Cosmo asked innocently. Ace glowered at him. Well, he couldn’t really argue. They did have to get out of bed and he had had been the one to point that fact out. Didn’t mean he had to like it.
 “When have you ever listened to what you’ve been told?” he retorted with just the smallest touch of a pout. Nimble fingers started slowly pulling the blanket off Ace, dragging the soft satin into a growing pile at the foot of the bed. Ace cocked a curious eyebrow at the shifting sheets then looked up. Cosmo’s eyes never left his as the teen slowly uncovered him with painstaking steadiness.
 “Who said I was starting now?” he chuckled deeply, eyes fairly burning into the older man. A tongue tip ran lightly over the teen’s lips, the small hint of wet red sending shivers driving through Ace, the smile never leaving. “I was just thinking of the fun we can have in the shower.”
 Ace blinked. Excitement surged through him anew as he meet that sultry gaze with his own smoldering passion. He should have known better. Cosmo was his stubborn equal and rarely let go of a project once started. A project worth pursuing in Ace’s own aroused mind.
 “Oh, were you?” It was lightly said, almost uncaring; not that Cosmo was fooled. A single tug pulled the blankets well clear of Ace’s body, exposing him fully to the hungry gaze.
 “Room for two in there,” Cosmo offered playfully, one finger sneaking toward the bottom of his foot. A not so subtle threat. Not that Ace wasn’t willing to comply.
 “Okay. You talked me into it.”
 The death of him. Cosmo was going to be the death of him.
 But damn.
 What a way to go