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Please. Please!"
"Uh-huh." Rearing up, he snapped the cock ring open,
letting Shane go, letting him feel every little thing as Galen
thrust and stroked in time, loving on him. Needing Shane to
come for him now.
Spunk sprayed over Shane's pretty belly, Shane going
tight enough around him to ache.
Hollering, Galen shot hard into Shane's body, pulling that
little chain one last time, getting one last contraction of
Shane's muscles for his trouble. Fuck, yes, his Shane could
focus when he needed to.
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The sweet as fuck little moans got slower and softer,
Shane lax and sated beneath him. Oh, hell, yes. That was
pretty.
He let Shane's arms loose, knowing they'd be sore if he
didn't, wanting to feel them around him. "You make sure you
put me on your to-do list from now on, darlin'."
"Mmmhmm. The top of it." Shane wrapped all around him,
nuzzling right in like a sleepy pup, making him grin.
"Love." He squeezed, tossing things back in their box of
toys and putting it aside before curling in tight and covering
them with the sheet. "Always."
He got a nod, a sweet little sigh, then Shane was gone,
sound asleep and holding on tight.
Galen smiled up at the ceiling. He figured they were
getting better at this talking-shit-out thing. Or at least poking
each other when the need was up.
That was good enough for him.
Next time he'd have to do Shane over the kitchen table.
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Chapter Twenty Five
Sometimes all a man needed was a beer, a nice warm day,
a half-naked lover, and a phone that had gone into the
lagoon. Sploosh.
In fact, Galen couldn't remember seeing Shane so het up
since, well, since events that were best left unremembered. It
had been fucking cute. Shane had taken that phone and
stuffed it right up that thawed chicken's butt and tossed it,
hollering for old Vic at the top of his lungs.
Once Shane had settled, well, things had gotten a lot
calmer, and now they were both out on the deck, the sun
baking them, the heat almost too much to move in. Almost.
Galen flicked some cold drops of condensation at Shane.
Shane stretched, the water and the sweat on that flat belly
rolled right on down. "Mmm ... hey, Len."
"Hey, darlin'. This was a good idea." Even if Shane had
gone to ... extremes.
"I have tons of 'em. Good ideas." Shane grinned, the look
smug as all get out. Little shit.
"Uh-huh." The way the sweat outlined Shane's muscles,
made his skin shimmer, Galen wasn't gonna be in any mood
to bitch.
Shane's hand slid down, unsnapping the button on those
cutoffs, easing the zipper right on down. Oh. Hello.
His eyes widened and Galen licked his lips. "Shane, darlin'?
You forget I'm here?"
He was there. He could help.
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"Not even a little. I was sorta hoping you were paying
attention..." That pretty cock pushed free, heavy and hard,
skin shining in the sun.
"Ummhmm. I am paying attention, darlin'. I promise."
Smooth, tanned skin. Sweet cock. Musky male scent. Hoo
yeah.
"Yeah?" Shane spread a little wider, thighs falling off either
side of the deck chair, hand starting to move, teasing him.
"Uh-huh. I..." His mouth went dry and Galen sipped his
beer. "You look good, Shane. Real good. Edible."
"Mmm. Edible. I like that." One hand moved to those little
gold rings, twisting and tugging, showing off for him.
"Hot. God, darlin'." His own cock pushed against the zipper
of his own cutoffs, putting the pressure on, really letting him
know it was there.
"It is." Those eyes met his dead-on, hotter than the hinges
of hell. "And all yours."
"Uh-huh." Before he even thought about it, Galen was out
of his chair and on his knees next to Shane's, rubbing his
cock through his shorts. And bending to suck on Shane's.
"Yes." The word was bitten out, Shane's feet planting on
the deck as the man arched, hips thrusting up toward him.
"Mmmhmm." Galen opened his mouth and pulled Shane in,
his head sliding down, lips sealing tight around Shane's prick.
God, yeah. His.
There was nothing like watching those muscles ripple,
seeing the sweat turn that skin shiny, and hearing the deep,
rough cries that tore out of Shane's throat.
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That and the taste, the feel of Shane's skin. Oral? Him?
Galen chuckled, his free hand coming up to yank at Shane's
shorts, searching for Shane's balls, needing the different
texture. Shane spread even further, balls just as soft as
anything against his fingers. That delicate skin wrinkled right
up, moving and tightening as he touched.
So responsive to him. Shane awed him, he really did.
Galen sucked harder, closing his eyes and really pulling,
cupping the warm balls, cradling them.
"Been needing you. So bad." The words were whispers,
low enough that he could ignore them as Shane's fingers slid
through his hair. The motions of those lean hips got rough,
random, graceless as Shane got close. Tuning out everything
but the taste, the feel, the movement of Shane's body, Galen
moved, up and down, pulling Shane in and out.
He could feel it, feel the heat and the tension filling Shane,
feel the snap of Shane's hips the second before bitter-salt
flooded his mouth.
Galen sucked it all down, running his tongue along the
underside of Shane's prick, massaging those sweet sacs. God,
he loved this.
The chair creaked as Shane relaxed down into it, going all
melty and boneless.
Shane's cock finally slid out of his mouth, Galen taking one
last taste of the slit at the tip. He leaned his head on Shane's
hip.
"See? Told you I was paying attention."
"Mmmhmm. Amazing what you see when you're not on the
phone."
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He nipped one hipbone. "Yeah, yeah. The phone is in the
chicken." That sounded so ridiculous that he snorted.
"The chicken is in the gator." Shane hooted, eyes just
dancing.
"And the gator isn't gonna give it back." Putting his faith in
the strength of that stupid lounge chair, Galen crawled up
with Shane, rubbing a little.
"No fucking way. And I ain't giving you back yet either."
Shane's hands landed on his ass with a smack, pulling him
down harder.
His skin jumped, his eyes going wide again. Damn. That
stung. Galen grinned, kissing Shane hard, the angle awkward
as hell but working for him anyway.
Shane kissed him back, just as hard, stealing his breath
clean away as those hands squeezed his ass tight enough to
bruise.
Someone was needing. Someone was worrying. Galen
cupped Shane's head with his hands, leaning into the kiss,
saying all sorts of shit with his mouth. I need you too, darlin',
he thought. So bad.
The sweetest fucking moan pushed into his lips, Shane
giving it up for him, letting him hear. Then those hands on his
ass started moving him, rubbing him against all that hot,
smooth skin.
Galen struggled some with his shorts, not wanting to let go
of Shane but needing to let his cock rub, too, needing the
fabric gone.
Shane didn't help; those hands were fastened on his ass,
squeezing good and tight.
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"Darlin', I need to. Oh, there." He heaved a sigh of relief
as the cutoffs slipped down, and he could get full-on friction
going. God, yeah.
"Yeah." Shane nodded, arching right up into him, giving
him those muscles, that skin to push against.
"Oh." Galen moaned and went for it, the chair creaking
under them as he thrust and thrust. His head was gonna
explode. It really was.
Shane's teeth slid on his jaw, then he heard the
whispered, "Mine," before Shane's mouth fastened on him,
the suction starting up.
Crying out, Galen humped Shane's belly, his cock jerking
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