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"Oh. Oh." Shane bucked up, rolling.
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"Makes your skin jump and twitch, doesn't it?" Shit, yeah.
Galen wrapped it loosely around the base of Shane's shaft,
pulling so it rubbed lightly as it slid free.
"Uhn." He got a nod, a gasp, Shane's legs shifting and
sliding on the bed.
That? He had to do again. He wrapped, pulled, watched
Shane's face as he did it over and over again.
"Fuck. Fuck. Len." Shane bucked up, whimpering low.
"What about here, darlin'?" The strap slipped down,
rubbing over Shane's balls.
"Oh. Christ, love. Don't stop."
"Not gonna." Not by a long shot. He teased Shane with
that damned strap until they were both shaking, both
panting. Finally he reached for the dildo, jostling it. "You
ready for me, Shane? Ready to let me in?"
"Please. Need it. Now." Shane twisted, damn near wild.
"Now."
He shuddered, easing the dildo free, getting himself slick
so he could push right in, taking Shane deep. He just ... fuck.
"Len!" Shane's ass rippled around him, fluttering and
squeezing and driving him crazy.
"Shane. Darlin'." He was gonna go off like a firecracker on
the Fourth, and he wanted Shane with him. He wrapped that
silk strap around Shane's prick and started stroking, moaning
deep and low, feeling it vibrate through him. Shane started
babbling, making promises and threats, filthy words pouring
out as his lover rode him, met each stroke. He nodded,
knowing exactly what Shane meant, feeling his balls pull up
and his eyes roll back. "Shane! Fuck!"
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He shouted as he shot, filling Shane deep and hard.
Shane followed right along, grunting and pulsing in his
hand, making the silk hot and wet.
Galen slumped, landing half on and half off Shane's chest.
"Oh. Darlin'."
"Uh-huh. Love." Shane nodded, heart pounding.
"That'll show you to work so much." He nuzzled, holding
Shane close, laughter chuffing out of him.
"You know it. Missed you something fierce."
"You, too. Missed you bad. You're gonna have to make it
up to Goob, too." Later. After they snuggled and maybe did
that again.
"'Kay. Will. Promise." Shane nodded, kissed him.
"Just stay here a bit, though." First he wanted his share of
Shane. And that? Well, hell. He'd never get enough of that.
Not in a whole lifetime.
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Chapter Twelve
Man, Goob could snore.
The pup was curled up under Shane's desk in the little bed
Galen'd bought him, sawing logs while Shane got tomorrow's
deposit ready, listened to the guys downstairs cleaning and
singing and goofing off.
Still, snoring was way better than farting, and the sound
was like home.
Not Galen moaning home.
Or the home when Len called him, 'darlin'.
Or even the way Galen sang while he was cooking.
Or...
Okay. Shit. He was getting a woody. He shifted in his
chair, adjusted himself.
"You got Goob down there with a stick of butter, darlin'?"
Wow. He'd conjured Galen out of thin air. Cool.
"He's dreaming about bacon and chew toys." Shane
grinned up, licking his lips at the sight that filled his doorway.
Boots, jeans, black shirt, black hat the whole fucking
package just for him. Damn.
And there was this ... belt buckle. He couldn't remember
ever seeing it before, but, man, it was shiny and big and sat
just above Galen's...
"Are you listening, darlin'?"
"Huh?" Listening? To what? He'd been busy looking.
"Are you listening to me. I was asking if you were about
done. I figure we wouldn't even wake the pup if I bent you
over the desk and fucked you nice and hard."
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Whoa. Growly, dark-devil-eyed Galen.
"Oh ... I shoulda been listening." His hand found his cock,
good and hard now, rubbed through the denim.
"Stop that." Galen grinned, pushing off the doorframe and
coming right up to the desk, that buckle taunting him. "That's
mine, Shane."
"Yours?" He reached out, fingers sliding on that tight
fucking belly. So hot.
"Yeah. I want to touch it. Feel you. How about you get up
around here and show me?" Galen took his hand, pulling him
up, pulling him around the desk. Then he got a kiss that
made his brains leak out his ears. Oh, sweet fuck. He
wrapped his hand around Len's nape, petting the short, thick
hair curling there.
"Mmm, yeah." Oh, the steel wool voice just made him
melt. Galen gripped his butt and lifted, that buckle pressing
into his belly.
"Fucking hot." He licked the edges of that neat, trim little
mustache, hips jerking as Galen shivered.
"Yeah. Got to missing you, sitting at home. Thinking about
you. Decided it was time to come get you." Galen tugged at
his shirt, getting it up and off and floating off to the floor
somewhere. Then those big hands were on his jeans, opening
them right up so Galen could feel just how hard he was.
"Oh, fuck. Was thinking about you. The way you sound."
He started unbuttoning Galen's shirt, fingers slipping in to
stroke those tiny little nipples.
Galen moaned, the sound deep, almost hoarse. "Yeah? You
like the way I sound, darlin'? I like the way you feel." Rough
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and callused, Galen's fingers closed around him, the flat of
Galen's palm riding up and down his cock.
He groaned, eyes rolling, thighs spreading as his balls
went tight. "Make me so fucking hard."
"I can tell, Shane. Love it. Let's get these off." Letting him
go, Galen pushed at his jeans, the air brushing him seeming
cold compared to Galen's heat. He wiggled, getting himself
naked before reaching for that shiny buckle hiding that heavy
prick from him. Galen let him, standing back a little, arms
spread. "Come on, darlin'. Needing to fuck you soon."
He nodded, groaning low, lips sliding on that exposed skin
while his fingers opened belt and fly. Galen smelled so fucking
fine, all sex and soap and man.
"Yeah. Oh, yeah." Together, they got the belt off, the
jeans down, and Galen stripped off that black shirt all by
himself. "You have anything, darlin'? Or do I need to get you
ready?"
"I got whiskey and lip balm..." He winked as Galen hooted,
reaching for him. "Need to make a Galen drawer. You know
lube, breath mints, butt plug."
"There you go. Well, then, turn around here and bend
over." Galen arranged him over the desk, face down, and he
heard Galen's knees hit the floor behind him, felt Galen's
breath on his ass. Then Galen's cheek rubbed him, hands
spread him, just before Galen's tongue slid out to touch his
hole.
He jerked, a deep sound sliding from him as his thighs
went tight. "Len. Sweet fuck. So hot."
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A rough noise was his only answer, sliding right up his
spine as Galen licked and pushed, opening him up and getting
him good and wet.
He rocked into it, nipples hard as fuck, little rings dragging
on the desk. His cock was leaking, every motion making him
throb.
Len slid two fingers inside him, scraping his last fucking
nerve raw, stretching him. In, out, getting him good and
open, that tongue just pushing and pushing. Finally Galen got
up, rubbing all along him, chest hair scraping up his thighs,
ass, and back. Galen's cock prodded him, wet and hot. "You
ready?"
"Fuck, yes. Need it." He pushed back, demanding.
Bastard. Looking so fine. Sounding so good. Then teasing
him with that prick. It was good to be him.
"Good. 'Cause I'm hurtin'." That was the end of the
teasing, Galen sliding right in, splitting him with that thick
cock, hot as all get out. Hips against his ass, Galen pressed
him down, hands sliding along his arms to spread them wide
on the desk, so he gripped the edge. "Just like that until I
say, darlin'."
Oh. Fuck him raw, he loved this man. "Bossy." He held on, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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