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moan and reach, pushing his fingers in, curling them, trying
to find that little gland. He knew when he found it, Shane
whimpering right into his mouth.
"Mmm." He hummed into the kiss, letting Shane hear his
pleasure, too, hitting the little spot inside Shane's body over
and over again.
Shane started rocking, hand sliding down, wrapping
around his prick. That thumb knew just where to press, just
how to make him lose his rhythm.
"Fuck, Shane. You'd best watch it or I'll be wanting inside
before you're ready." Though, really, Shane was ready. Open.
"'M ready. Yours." Shane bit Len's bottom lip hard enough
to sting.
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"Get up here, then." Lifting Shane took nothing, making
him feel fucking strong. Galen settled Shane over his cock,
letting Shane position it just so before easing that hot body
down on him.
Then he got to watch Shane's head go back, throat
working as he sank deep-deep, burying himself right on in.
"Oh, Jesus. Shane. Darlin'." Hot around him, so hot and
tight, and Galen started rocking up, the chair sliding beneath
him. "Love."
"Yeah. Yeah, Len." He got one of those smiles, wide and
wild and a little shocked, like Shane couldn't believe he was
real.
Moaning, he buried his face against Shane's neck, inhaling
the hot scent of sex and man, licking the sweat off Shane's
skin as they started to really get to it, his cock pushing in
over and over. They found their rhythm, settled into it, both
of them moving and bucking, working together. Loving
together.
Just what he'd needed, craved all day. He let his hands
wander, sliding up Shane's back, one slipping around to pinch
and pull those tight nipples.
"Mmm. More. More, now." Like he couldn't feel it in
Shane's body, that ass clenching around him.
"Uh-huh." He pulled again, twisting one little ring until it
had to hurt, his cock jerking inside Shane's body. Then he
reached for Shane's prick, needing to come, needing Shane to
come for him.
Shane gave it right up for him, heat spraying as those
muscles fluttered around his prick.
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Galen cried out, his body bucking under Shane's, so hot
and hard as he came, his belly like a board.
"Uh-huh. Just. Just like that." Shane's head rolled.
He panted. Fuck, yes, just like that. And he'd take Shane
home and do it all over again. Galen chuckled, reaching for
the plug. Shane nuzzled his throat, all close and melty.
"Mmm. Gonna make you move, darlin', so I can put the
plug in."
Mmm ... That got him another squeeze, a shiver. Yeah.
"'Kay, Len."
Shifting a little, Galen put one arm around Shane to lift
him, his cock slipping free finally. He turned Shane on his lap,
got the plug all lined up. "Ready?"
"Mmmhmm." Shane arched, hips canting to take it in.
"Oh. Pretty." The plug slid in easily after what all they'd
been up to, catching everything and holding it inside, making
Galen moan at the sight. Shane shook a little, hips moving,
rocking sweet and slow. Damn. Someone was on fire for him.
Galen wasn't sure why, but he knew he was grateful for it,
wanted it. He stroked Shane's belly, murmuring nonsense
words.
"Take me home." Shane purred for him, belly tight.
"You know it." Chuckling, he moved, got Shane standing.
"'Course we have to get dressed."
"Damn. Details, details." He got a wink, a shit-eating grin.
"Life is in the details." Like plugs, and chains, and those
cuffs at home. He couldn't wait. "Let's get a move on, darlin'.
I have a lot more thoughts to share with you. At home."
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"I'm with you, Len. There's nothing I'd rather." He knew it
was the truth, too. Shane was his, through and through.
Better than a bunch of stuffy old business men any day.
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Chapter Fifteen
Okay. So. Muffins?
Seriously harder to make than advertised.
The whole cracking eggs thing was seriously nasty and
fucked up, with the little bastards sort of shattering
everywhere. But he dealt with that. After all, they had paper
towels.
The chopping of the pecans was cool, although the frozen
cranberries? Totally aerodynamic. Goob learned pretty quick
how to catch them, though, so again, cool.
The real problem?
No one said when you put the mixer dealie in the bowl, the
flour and shit sort of ... exploded.
Or that, when the explosion happened and you jumped
and dumped the cinnamon over onto the burner on the
stove which was only on because he wanted to make hot
chocolate, too, damn it ... No one said cinnamon caught fire.
Not big flames, of course.
Those happened when you whacked the cinnamon bottle
with the pot holder.
Fucking muffins.
It was the smoke alarm that finally brought Len up from
the little workshop they'd built over the summer, Len sticking
his head in the door. "You okay, Shane?"
"Uh. Yes?" He looked over, pot holder smoking in his hand,
mixer whirring away.
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Galen came all the way in and plucked the smoldering
cloth off his hand, turning on the faucet and dunking it in the
sink. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Making muffins." He motioned over to the goo slowly
climbing up the mixer doohickeys like the Blob. Wicked and
also vaguely creepy. "I think."
Peering at the mix, Galen made an odd noise. "Maybe we
should go to IHOP."
"I followed the recipe, Len. I did." He turned off the mixer,
watching the goo sort of slink back into the bowl. "Man, this
cooking shit? Harder than bartending."
"Yeah. Well, it's the whole solids thing. Not much of that in
mixology." Len took the mixer away gently, then grabbed him
and kissed him.
Oh. Oh, much nicer than cooking. He pushed up, tongue
sliding right alongside Galen's and stroking. "Mmm ... what
was that for?"
"Because you didn't burn yourself or chop anything off with
mixer blades, darlin'. I like you whole." Galen squeezed his
ass.
He chuckled, rubbing right up against Galen, eyes rolling.
"You know Goob likes cranberries. Those little things? Like
buckshot."
"Yeah. They'll come out of him whole." He almost missed
that one with the way Len was all over him, bending him back
over the counter, but ew.
"That's disgust ... Oh..." Galen's teeth found a sweet spot
and things went hot and melty for a minute. "Yeah."
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Soft kisses soothed the sting, but only for a bit, because
Galen bit him again. Right there. "Hmm?"
One leg went up, wrapped around Galen's hip, tugging
them together. "Again. Len."
"Yeah. Yeah, darlin'." Len bit again, making him tingle,
making a mark pop up; he could damned well feel it.
He fucking loved that, loved Galen's hunger on him.
"More."
"What do you want, darlin'. Ain't nothing I won't give for
you, you know that." All the while Galen was nipping at him,
hands squeezing.
"Anything you'll give me, Len. Just want you like nothing
else." He gasped, groaned, rubbing them right together.
"Yeah?" Now there was a new note in Galen's voice, but he
couldn't figure it, not with Galen reaching between them to
rub his cock.
"Uh. Uh-huh. Oh. Len, s'good."
"It is. Been thinking." Len pushed Shane's sweats out of
the way and grabbed him, hot-as-hell fingers wrapping
around him and squeezing as Galen sucked up a mark on his
shoulder.
"Thinking..." His head fell back, hit the cabinet, hands all
tangled up in Len's thick hair. Fuck, yes. So good.
That short beard scraped his skin, Galen's teeth following,
Galen's other hand coming up to pinch and pull his nipple
rings. "About stuff we can do."
He was trying to follow along, honest, but those fingers,
those teeth.
And his nipples.
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Damn.
"Uh-huh."
Oh. Oh, man. Galen kinda ... hoisted him, bending him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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