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against Shan. Shan knew this. This was familiar. This was good.
    Arching his back, Shan thrust up so their bodies rubbed against each other, their cocks trapped in the heat and sweat that gathered between their bodies. Shan cried out softly with each thrust until he finally felt his balls tighten. Shan pulled Temar close and thrust up wildly as need erased anything other than the movement of body against body. Temar thrust down equally hard, and Shan yelled out as he came.
    His mouth hung open, and he thrust into their slick bodies as he came with a flare of pleasure. Waves traveled his spine as little shivers stole his control, so that Shan arched and writhed mindlessly. With a few more thrusts, Temar came, his own back arched so sharply that he was nearly bent backward, his hands braced on Shan’s shoulders. He came and then dropped his weight down onto Shan.
    Lethargy dragged Shan down as every muscle that had been tense for the past three months decided to relax at once. He was sand-shifting into a new shape, a new drift, and the old simply vanished. He was Temar’s lover. That was the new shape. Shan panted, and he could hear the heavy gasps as Temar struggled to regain his own breath. Temar shifted so that their legs tangled, and his weight slipped off to the side of Shan, only one arm still draped over Shan’s stomach.
    They lay still and silent, and Shan could feel the fever-heat fading as his body cooled. His cock itched, and Shan reached down to rub it; he came away with a sticky hand that he wiped off on his own hip.
    “Very not bad,” Temar muttered sleepily.
    “Worth leaving the priesthood for,” Shan agreed without opening his eyes. He never would have left for sex, but sex this good was a nice bonus. “No offense, God,” he added with a quick gesture as he crossed himself.
    “I promise to leave your brother out of our sex life, if you promise to leave God out,” Temar said as he shifted so that he could press closer to Shan’s side. Shan followed the muscle on Temar’s arms, tracing it back and forth with his fingertips.
    “Deal,” Shan agreed. They lay in silence, the wind whispering against the metal building as their bodies finally cooled enough that Shan started eyeing the covers at the foot of the bed.

Chapter 3

     
     
    THE silence settled around them, and Shan gave up on the covers, settling for the warmth of his love settled next to him. At thirty-two, he’d finally found himself… a little later than most. Most people, by this age, were taking on their first apprentices and considering children. However, this had been worth the wait. Temar shifted against him. He was a slight man, but he had sharp knees. Shan grunted as one caught him on the thigh.
    “Sorry,” Temar offered.
    “Not a problem.” Shan traced circles on Temar’s skin. It had been so long he’d forgotten the simple pleasure of exploring another’s shape, the texture of their skin and the warmth of it.
    “You didn’t actually leave the priesthood for me or sex or anything, did you?” Temar asked, unexpectedly breaking the quiet mood.
    “Um…. No. We talked about this. I always was more interested in fixing the church’s pews than its sinners. That’s not a good combination for a priest.” Shan opened one eye and considered Temar. For someone who was generally more open and communicative than most, Temar wasn’t doing a lot of communicating lately. Shan studied Temar’s tense shoulders and the way his gaze kept skittering off to the corners. “Why are you asking now?”
    That got another sigh. Given that they’d just had really good sex, Shan was starting to develop a neurosis of his own. “Have you heard Wistia’s latest ballad?” Temar finally asked in a near whisper.
    “No. I mean, there’s a lot of technical reading around here, and every day I find out that some other piece of maintenance has been ignored for twenty years. I’ve been too busy to come to town.”
    “‘The Ballad of the Lonely