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Moans and panted breaths urged him on, along with
Garret's rhythmically bucking hips. Wetting his finger,
Otis explored lower. As his plump digit slipped inside,
Garret writhed, welcoming the invasion.
"If you don't have supplies, check my pants pocket,"
shocked Otis back into reality. He'd been so caught up in
the moment that he'd nearly forgotten the need for
precaution. Stupid, stupid! He reached into the bedside
table, extracting a pack of condoms and lube that'd never
been opened. He took a quick peek and breathed a sigh
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of relief that they were still in date. How suitable that
they'd been saved. The wait would definitely be worth it.
He prepared his lover very carefully, his cock being
proportionate to his overall size, and pushed in one tiny
fraction at a time, watching Garret's face for signs of
distress. Eyes closed tightly in concentration, the man
made a gorgeous sight, and for a brief moment doubt
clouded Otis' mind.
Then Garret pushed back, seating Otis fully. They
rocked together, their coupling a dance where both led,
and both followed by turns. Otis' breathy, "Man, you're
something else," collided with Garret's, "Damn, you're
amazing!"
Weight braced on his arms, Otis took a page from
Garret's book, enjoying the most easy-going, and also
the most erotic, sex ever. All the while Garret's erection
ground into Otis' belly. Their groans, whimpers, and
moans took on a frantic edge. All too soon, Garret
stiffened beneath him.
"Harder," he begged on a whimper. "I'm almost
there."
The pleading cry alone smashed Otis' control, and
several deep, plunging thrusts later had him crying out
in harmony with Garret's erotic groans.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, Otis feeling
totally content. Although he waited for the inevitable,
"Well, I guess I should be going," it never came. Instead
he took a deep breath and ventured, "This bed would be
mighty comfy if you'd stay the night."
Garret answered with a kiss and a rumbling,
"Mmm..."
For the first time in his life, Otis fell asleep in a
lover's arms, glasses askew on his face. His last thought
before falling asleep was, What is a guy like Garret
doing with me?
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You Want Me to What?
The next day another first followed their first shared
breakfast, one Otis never saw coming. They'd been idly
chatting about the weather and what their days held in
store when Garret dropped the "folks" bomb. "How
about coming home with me for Thanksgiving?"
Otis' heart skipped a beat. "You mean& to your
apartment?"
One side of Garret's mouth lifted, his eyes twinkling.
"Nope. Home. As in the house I grew up in."
"Umm& won't your parents be there?"
The half smile blossomed into full. "That's kinda the
point. I want you to meet my family."
Oh shit. On an academic level Otis supposed he knew
Garret had parents, 'cause, you know, everyone had to
have parents. Until now Mr. and Mrs. Mims had been
merely a concept. What would they think about him?
Would they think him not good enough for their son?
For that matter, what did they think about Garret's
bringing home a man at all?
Otis swallowed hard, heart pounding. "This is really
fast, Garret."
"I know. But there's never been anyone I wanted to
bring home before, and Christmas seems so far away."
"Errr& Are you& are you sure about this?"
Beaming smile, dimples, and a husky, "Oh, yeah, I'm
sure," chipped away at the walls of Otis' resistance.
Garret grabbed and squeezed him in a bone-crunching
bear-hug. "Very sure. Say you'll come with me. My
folks are gonna love you."
Otis bit back the answer that nearly sprang off his
tongue: "As long as you do."
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Danny and Steve appeared genuinely crestfallen.
Steve acted as spokesman. "Are you sure you don't want
to hang out with us and watch football?"
Otis' grin fell and his eyes darted from one concerned
frown to the next. His heart sank. He'd never expected
that the guys planned to stay home this Thanksgiving, or
to be invited to join them.
"Um& I appreciate the offer and everything, but
Garret's all keyed up, wanting me to meet his family."
His two techs exchanged resigned looks. Danny said,
"I think I left something out in the van," and hurried out
the door, leaving Otis and Steve alone.
"Wimp& " Steve uttered under his breath at Danny's
rapidly retreating back, plunking down in a chair, far
more serious than Otis had ever seen him before. "Look,
Big Guy, I'll be frank here."
"No, be Steve," Otis quipped, desperate to lighten the
suddenly oppressive mood.
That lame joke usually got a smile. Today? Nada.
"I know that in the past you've not been totally
truthful with Danny and me."
Otis gulped, voice rising an octave. "Say what?" He
sensed a good scolding coming on and couldn't figure
out what he'd done wrong.
"I know that sometimes you've made things up when
we asked if you had plans."
Now wait a minute. "Made things up?" Otis didn't
know whether to be shocked or angry at the accusation.
He wasn't in the habit of telling lies. Maybe about the
Vincent thing. And how he spent his weekends. Okay.
Busted. Maybe Steve knew what he was talking about
after all.
The tech appeared to collapse in on himself with the
force of his heavy exhalation. "Are you making up an
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imaginary boyfriend 'cause you think you'll be intruding
on our Thanksgiving plans? I told you Abby adores you,
and Danny said Teresa and the kids want you there." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]