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do, long as it's with you." He popped Shane's ass and went to
let the mutt in, watching the silly thing bounce all over.
"Come on, Goob. Back to bed." They had come to an
agreement after an unfortunate incident involving low-
hanging balls and milk teeth Goober had a spare bed in the
guestroom.
Goob waddled right on in, and as soon as the door was
closed on his big, sad eyes, Galen grabbed Shane, kissing him
hard. Shane groaned, arms reaching up and holding on tight,
cock snuggling right against him. So damned honest and
responsive. Galen searched out all of Shane's flavors, thinking
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how they really ought to move into the bedroom. But the hall
would do in a pinch.
Shane pushed close, rocking and rubbing, sliding against
him, cock starting to leave little wet kisses. Galen had to
touch that sweet cock, had to feel it, and he reached between
them, his fingers grazing the head. He dipped his finger
against the slit, then raised it to his lips, licking it off before
kissing Shane again.
"Mmm." Shane went up on tiptoe, nibbling on his lips,
tasting him.
"Oh, darlin'." He just groaned, grabbing Shane around the
waist and hauling him into the bedroom. They needed to be
horizontal. Now.
Shane came easy, maybe even doing a little pushing
himself now. Encouraging him into the bedroom, onto the
bed. They sorta tumbled together, their teeth clacking for a
moment before they got it right again, mouths opening and
tongues pushing. Shane groaned, one leg wrapping around
Galen's, tugging them closer.
Yeah. Hell, yeah. He shifted a little, pushing Shane down
into the bed, hips rolling as he rubbed. Damn, he loved the
way Shane felt, smooth and hot and good.
"Quick one now. Then slow. Then sleep. Fuck. Len."
"Yeah, darlin'. Yeah." He lined their cocks up, pushed and
pushed, giving them friction. Shane's hand landed on his ass,
fingers digging in, squeezing. Galen rocked, feeling the heat
rising, knowing it wouldn't be long. Shane got to him like a
brush fire, made him hotter than the hinges of hell.
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"Fuck, love. Come on. Come on." Shane's heels drummed
on the mattress, hips bucking.
That just ... shit. That put Shane's cock right along his,
rubbed them just right. His balls slapped against Shane and
Galen groaned hard, shooting in short, sharp bursts.
"Sweet fuck, yes!" Shane arched, heat spreading over his
belly, his hip.
"Mmm." Damn, didn't that just make him purr like a big
old cat. Galen nuzzled, waiting to catch his breath for round
two.
Warm hands petted his back, fingers sliding easy. "That's
it. That's right."
Warm, cuddly, and concerned Shane. Galen grinned. Yeah.
He liked that. "Sorry I woke you up, darlin'." He wasn't. Not
really, but it was only polite to say it.
Shane chuckled. "I'm not. Not even a little."
"Oh, good. 'Cause I'm not either. So, did you say
something about slow and long?" Galen rolled off onto his
back, hands behind his head.
"Mmm ... long. I like long." Shane chuckled, moving to
straddle Galen's hips, soft ball sac rubbing his prick.
"Yeah? So do I, darlin'. And I like how you look up there."
Fuck, that was pretty. Galen stroked Shane's chest, going for
that flat belly that fascinated him so much.
"Mm..." Shane's body went tight, little gold rings bobbing
as those nipples hardened. "Gonna ride you hard, Len."
"Woo." He grinned up, reached up and tugged one of those
little rings. "I'm waiting, darlin'."
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Shane's head went back, mouth opening on a deep, low
cry. Oh, hell, yes.
That still fascinated, still shook him to the core, how Shane
had done that, gotten those hot little nipples pierced through
and how sensitive they were. Galen tugged the other one,
twisting it just a bit, watching Shane's reaction greedily.
"Len." Shane bucked, cock throbbing against Galen's for a
second before Shane moved, ass teasing his prick.
"Shane." One hand dropped to Shane's hip, pulling him
down. The other stayed on Shane's chest, teasing those
glinting rings. "Get the lube, darlin'."
"Uh-huh." Shane stretched and reached, gave him a view
of that fine, fine body. "Shit, that's ... damn."
"You know it. I want you so bad." It never ended. Even
when he had Shane all a hundred ways from Sunday, and five
minutes ago, too. He still wanted that hot body around him,
on him.
Shane grabbed the lube, slicked his cock, hand moving
sure and steady, moving him from mostly interested to hard
enough to fuck. "Mmm ... That's it."
"God, darlin'." He was just gonna explode. Galen stroked
down to Shane's hip, holding him steady. "Love the way you
feel."
"Want to ride you." Strong thighs straddled his hips, Shane
leaning to grab the headboard.
He lined up right and tight, the head of his cock flush
against Shane's hole. "You ready, Shane? Or you need some
work first?"
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"Always ready for you. Always." Shane pushed back,
arching as he bore down.
His cock slid right in, and damned if Shane wasn't the
hottest, sweetest thing he'd ever had. Ever. He'd known that
for a bit now, but it still surprised him. He always fucked up
long before now. Galen rolled his hips up, pushing in.
"Yeah..." That sound was something else, all deep and
needy and sort of raw around the edges, Shane giving it all
up for him.
He reached down, spread Shane even more, his fingers
brushing that tight little hole stretched around him.
"Oh. Sweet fuck." Shane's eyes went wide, ass clenching
his prick. "That's. Damn."
"Shane." His cock throbbed, making his eyes roll. His
stomach muscles clenched, too, rippling as he pushed and
pushed.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Love. Fuck." Shane bounced, riding him
like he was the prize pony at the fair.
They just went to town, not exactly slow and easy, but
he'd last. He would. He'd make it good for Shane. The chain
that he'd bought Shane to decorate those rings was swinging
between Shane's nipples, each motion tugging those dark
little bits of flesh. That just killed him. Galen reached for it,
tugging it, watching how it made those nipples harder and
harder.
"Len. Oh." Shane leaned down, groaning. "Harder. I need
more."
"Yeah. Yeah, Shane." He moved harder and faster, his
cock stabbing into Shane, his whole body going tight.
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Shane jerked, went tight as a miser's pocketbook, and
shot for him, not even needing a touch to that heavy cock.
Galen shot deep, gritting his teeth on a cry. He needed that
so damned bad.
Shane slumped down against him, breath huffing out in a
whoosh.
"Oh, love. Yeah, darlin'." Oh, fuck, that was like nothing
else going. Nothing. Galen put his arms around Shane's back
and held on tight.
"Think you can sleep okay?" Shane's lips were on his jaw.
"I think I'm gonna sleep like a baby." He grinned, nuzzling
in. There was nothing worse than not being able to sleep, but
with Shane as a blanket? He was going to have a good night
after all.
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Chapter Eleven
Galen hummed as he cleaned, shaking it to some serious
fiddle music. Goober looked at him like he was nuts, but the
poor mutt really didn't appreciate a good bouncy bluegrass
song.
He was waiting for Shane to get home. They'd kept Shane
working for the last eighteen days, thanks to so many
bartenders calling in with the flu. He'd been needing, and
after tonight Shane was supposed to have three off, so he
had plans for that ass. He just had to keep himself, and Goob,
occupied until Shane came home.
Goob heard Shane before Galen did, howling and beating
those heavy paws against the door, ears flapping. Damn, that
dog lived to see Shane, just adored him.
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do, long as it's with you." He popped Shane's ass and went to
let the mutt in, watching the silly thing bounce all over.
"Come on, Goob. Back to bed." They had come to an
agreement after an unfortunate incident involving low-
hanging balls and milk teeth Goober had a spare bed in the
guestroom.
Goob waddled right on in, and as soon as the door was
closed on his big, sad eyes, Galen grabbed Shane, kissing him
hard. Shane groaned, arms reaching up and holding on tight,
cock snuggling right against him. So damned honest and
responsive. Galen searched out all of Shane's flavors, thinking
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how they really ought to move into the bedroom. But the hall
would do in a pinch.
Shane pushed close, rocking and rubbing, sliding against
him, cock starting to leave little wet kisses. Galen had to
touch that sweet cock, had to feel it, and he reached between
them, his fingers grazing the head. He dipped his finger
against the slit, then raised it to his lips, licking it off before
kissing Shane again.
"Mmm." Shane went up on tiptoe, nibbling on his lips,
tasting him.
"Oh, darlin'." He just groaned, grabbing Shane around the
waist and hauling him into the bedroom. They needed to be
horizontal. Now.
Shane came easy, maybe even doing a little pushing
himself now. Encouraging him into the bedroom, onto the
bed. They sorta tumbled together, their teeth clacking for a
moment before they got it right again, mouths opening and
tongues pushing. Shane groaned, one leg wrapping around
Galen's, tugging them closer.
Yeah. Hell, yeah. He shifted a little, pushing Shane down
into the bed, hips rolling as he rubbed. Damn, he loved the
way Shane felt, smooth and hot and good.
"Quick one now. Then slow. Then sleep. Fuck. Len."
"Yeah, darlin'. Yeah." He lined their cocks up, pushed and
pushed, giving them friction. Shane's hand landed on his ass,
fingers digging in, squeezing. Galen rocked, feeling the heat
rising, knowing it wouldn't be long. Shane got to him like a
brush fire, made him hotter than the hinges of hell.
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"Fuck, love. Come on. Come on." Shane's heels drummed
on the mattress, hips bucking.
That just ... shit. That put Shane's cock right along his,
rubbed them just right. His balls slapped against Shane and
Galen groaned hard, shooting in short, sharp bursts.
"Sweet fuck, yes!" Shane arched, heat spreading over his
belly, his hip.
"Mmm." Damn, didn't that just make him purr like a big
old cat. Galen nuzzled, waiting to catch his breath for round
two.
Warm hands petted his back, fingers sliding easy. "That's
it. That's right."
Warm, cuddly, and concerned Shane. Galen grinned. Yeah.
He liked that. "Sorry I woke you up, darlin'." He wasn't. Not
really, but it was only polite to say it.
Shane chuckled. "I'm not. Not even a little."
"Oh, good. 'Cause I'm not either. So, did you say
something about slow and long?" Galen rolled off onto his
back, hands behind his head.
"Mmm ... long. I like long." Shane chuckled, moving to
straddle Galen's hips, soft ball sac rubbing his prick.
"Yeah? So do I, darlin'. And I like how you look up there."
Fuck, that was pretty. Galen stroked Shane's chest, going for
that flat belly that fascinated him so much.
"Mm..." Shane's body went tight, little gold rings bobbing
as those nipples hardened. "Gonna ride you hard, Len."
"Woo." He grinned up, reached up and tugged one of those
little rings. "I'm waiting, darlin'."
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Shane's head went back, mouth opening on a deep, low
cry. Oh, hell, yes.
That still fascinated, still shook him to the core, how Shane
had done that, gotten those hot little nipples pierced through
and how sensitive they were. Galen tugged the other one,
twisting it just a bit, watching Shane's reaction greedily.
"Len." Shane bucked, cock throbbing against Galen's for a
second before Shane moved, ass teasing his prick.
"Shane." One hand dropped to Shane's hip, pulling him
down. The other stayed on Shane's chest, teasing those
glinting rings. "Get the lube, darlin'."
"Uh-huh." Shane stretched and reached, gave him a view
of that fine, fine body. "Shit, that's ... damn."
"You know it. I want you so bad." It never ended. Even
when he had Shane all a hundred ways from Sunday, and five
minutes ago, too. He still wanted that hot body around him,
on him.
Shane grabbed the lube, slicked his cock, hand moving
sure and steady, moving him from mostly interested to hard
enough to fuck. "Mmm ... That's it."
"God, darlin'." He was just gonna explode. Galen stroked
down to Shane's hip, holding him steady. "Love the way you
feel."
"Want to ride you." Strong thighs straddled his hips, Shane
leaning to grab the headboard.
He lined up right and tight, the head of his cock flush
against Shane's hole. "You ready, Shane? Or you need some
work first?"
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"Always ready for you. Always." Shane pushed back,
arching as he bore down.
His cock slid right in, and damned if Shane wasn't the
hottest, sweetest thing he'd ever had. Ever. He'd known that
for a bit now, but it still surprised him. He always fucked up
long before now. Galen rolled his hips up, pushing in.
"Yeah..." That sound was something else, all deep and
needy and sort of raw around the edges, Shane giving it all
up for him.
He reached down, spread Shane even more, his fingers
brushing that tight little hole stretched around him.
"Oh. Sweet fuck." Shane's eyes went wide, ass clenching
his prick. "That's. Damn."
"Shane." His cock throbbed, making his eyes roll. His
stomach muscles clenched, too, rippling as he pushed and
pushed.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Love. Fuck." Shane bounced, riding him
like he was the prize pony at the fair.
They just went to town, not exactly slow and easy, but
he'd last. He would. He'd make it good for Shane. The chain
that he'd bought Shane to decorate those rings was swinging
between Shane's nipples, each motion tugging those dark
little bits of flesh. That just killed him. Galen reached for it,
tugging it, watching how it made those nipples harder and
harder.
"Len. Oh." Shane leaned down, groaning. "Harder. I need
more."
"Yeah. Yeah, Shane." He moved harder and faster, his
cock stabbing into Shane, his whole body going tight.
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Shane jerked, went tight as a miser's pocketbook, and
shot for him, not even needing a touch to that heavy cock.
Galen shot deep, gritting his teeth on a cry. He needed that
so damned bad.
Shane slumped down against him, breath huffing out in a
whoosh.
"Oh, love. Yeah, darlin'." Oh, fuck, that was like nothing
else going. Nothing. Galen put his arms around Shane's back
and held on tight.
"Think you can sleep okay?" Shane's lips were on his jaw.
"I think I'm gonna sleep like a baby." He grinned, nuzzling
in. There was nothing worse than not being able to sleep, but
with Shane as a blanket? He was going to have a good night
after all.
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Chapter Eleven
Galen hummed as he cleaned, shaking it to some serious
fiddle music. Goober looked at him like he was nuts, but the
poor mutt really didn't appreciate a good bouncy bluegrass
song.
He was waiting for Shane to get home. They'd kept Shane
working for the last eighteen days, thanks to so many
bartenders calling in with the flu. He'd been needing, and
after tonight Shane was supposed to have three off, so he
had plans for that ass. He just had to keep himself, and Goob,
occupied until Shane came home.
Goob heard Shane before Galen did, howling and beating
those heavy paws against the door, ears flapping. Damn, that
dog lived to see Shane, just adored him.
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