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they settled back, digging in, knee to knee.
"Nope. Can't have you sleeping in a Jeep with a funny
smell either." Galen's ankle bumped his under the table, such
a normal Galen gesture.
"Yeah. I think I could go a few days without sitting in that
Jeep. I need to clean it out, but that'll wait 'til tomorrow."
God, that Jeep was fucking scary.
"No kidding." Chuckling, Galen sopped up syrup with his
last bite and sat back, pushing the plate of bacon at him.
"Damn, I'm full as a tick."
He took one more piece and then grinned over, poking
Galen's belly. "Maybe. I've seen fuller."
"You watch it or I'll pop." It was good, laughing like that.
"Shit, that would make a mess and we got better shit to do
than that much cleaning."
Oh, now. That was a hot look, one he hadn't been sure
he'd see again. "You got that right. In fact, I'm inclined to let
the dishes sit and go back to bed for a bit."
"Yeah? 'Cause I'm thinking there's a mattress calling our
name." Shane stood up, grabbed the plates and put them in
the sink.
Galen followed, grabbing him and pressing him up against
the counter, rubbing. "Last one there does the dishes in the
morning."
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He crowed, sliding around Galen and hauling ass down the
hall. Damned if that big bastard didn't catch him right in the
doorway and send them both tumbling to the bed at the same
time. They bounced, laughing hard, arms and legs tangling
right up.
"Looks like it's a tie. I'll wash, you dry." Galen was just
grinning ear to ear, looking pleased as punch.
"Works for me." He leaned in, tasting the syrup on Len's
mouth, hands sliding around Len's waist.
Galen kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth, the
laughter gone suddenly. They rolled, Galen pressing down on
top of him, hard and sure, hands sliding up his arms to catch
his and hold them above his head.
Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. Yeah. He arched, pushing back,
meeting Len's heat halfway.
It escalated so fast, Galen spreading his legs and humping
against him and even through his shorts and Len's jeans he
could feel how hard Len was. That mouth. Oh, fuck that
mouth just took his, opened him right up, Galen's touch
possessive, needy.
His heels dug into the mattress, body buzzing and burning,
just begging for more. Galen gave it to him, nibbling down his
chin and neck, sucking up a mark at the base. Leaving his
hands above his head, Galen slid one hand down his arms to
his chest, pulling at the rings in his nipples, giving them each
a little twist.
"Oh." Fuck. The little zing, the pressure? Maddening.
Hotter than fuck.
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"These just kill me, Shane. Make me want." Galen bent to
take one in his teeth, pulling hard.
"Fuck, yes. That's ... Damn." Christ, that was the hottest
fucking thing.
"You don't know how glad I was..." Galen trailed off in
favor of pulling the other up with his tongue, but Shane could
fill in the blanks. His shorts gave way under Galen's fingers,
the soft material dragging down over his cock.
"Yeah." He grabbed hold of the headboard, wriggling and
shifting to help the shorts scoot down.
"Oh fuck, Shane. So fucking pretty." Galen's voice was its
own kind of caress, dark and thick like molasses. Even better
was the hand that found his balls just about the time Galen's
mouth closed over the head of his cock.
"Galen!" He heard the seam on the short's pop as his
thighs spread, hips popping right up. Religions could be
started in the name of that amazing mouth.
"Mmm." There it was, that hum that vibrated right around
him, that told him Galen was just enjoying the heck out of
himself. Galen went all the way down and swallowed,
pressing hard against the skin behind his balls.
"Oh, sweet Jesus." He started shifting, rocking in short,
jerky motions, just damned near there, just like that.
The shorts gave up the fight as Galen spread him wider,
hands on his thighs, pushing. The muscles there protested,
but Galen made it up to him by bending to press that hot
tongue against his hole. He started making those noises that
only Galen could find in him low and hungry and rough as
sandpaper.
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Hands pushing him wide open, Galen moved on him,
fucking him with that rough tongue, rubbing that short beard
against his cock and balls. Galen was just eating him right up.
Just all over him. He was fixing to lose it, hips jerking, hands
white-knuckled on the headboard. He got no mercy from
Galen. That mouth tormented him, drove him, tongue
pushing in over and over, one of Galen's fingers sliding in
beside it.
"Shit!" He arched, teeth clicking together as he shot, entire
body stiff as a board.
Oh. Galen nuzzled him, licked him clean. "God, I love how
you taste."
If Galen expected more than a whimper, a low groan, the
man seriously underestimated his own tongue.
He got a chuckle, warm and wet against the muscles of his
belly, before Galen's weight was gone, Galen shucking off the
jeans and coming back. "Gonna fuck you into the mattress,
lover."
"G ... good plan." He looked up at his hands, letting loose
of the headboard. "Fucking great plan."
His reward for that? A kiss that shook him to his curled up
toes. Didn't take long for Galen to grab the lube and settle
between his legs, opening him wide. He was eager for it,
empty with a dull ache in the center of his belly that was the
beginnings of wanting again.
It took no time at all before Galen was pushing into him,
that thick cock just what he needed. Galen moaned, and
sweat dripped on Shane's chest, Galen's face and chest
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flushed deep. He met each thrust, fingers sliding and scraping
over nipples and ribs, needing.
"Yeah." Shuddering, Galen started giving it to him, hips
pounding against him. Every move of Shane's hands gained
him a moan or a shiver, made Galen gasp for him. Made
Galen shake over him. They just pushed harder, that old bed
just creaking and groaning.
"Gonna soon, lover. Got to." Shit, Galen's voice was just
raw with it.
He nodded, groaning low. "Come on. In me. Fuck, love."
"Oh, God!" Galen gave it up to him, shooting hard, hot and
wet inside him. The look on Galen's face? Pure need.
He watched the whole time, panting. Fuck, he'd damn near
give up coming himself to see that look. Almost.
Galen slumped on him, sweaty and panting and licking his
shoulder. He wrapped his arms around Galen, sort of half-
heartedly petting. They tangled up again, arms and legs and
bodies just settling. Galen kissed him lightly, eyes drooping.
His heart slowed, things quiet and easier between them.
They'd have to talk. He'd have to find his shirts. But the
window showed it was dark outside, and their bed was warm,
and he could think about everything else tomorrow. Because
Lord knew, Galen wasn't thinking.
Not with him snoring like that.
* * * *
Galen sang along with the radio as he folded laundry.
Yeah, okay, laundry wasn't usually a reason for song, but
damn. He was in a fine mood. Just a good one.
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He shook out another pair of Shane's jeans. They'd
cleaned out the Jeep a few days before, and some of Shane's
clothes? Whew, The weird smell, they'd found, came from the
remains of a patty melt that Shane had put away for the next
day and had slipped down behind the seat.
That was nasty.
So the laundry was kind of penance, as his momma would
call it. For making Shane sleep in his Jeep anyway. There was
a reward waiting for him, though. As soon as he was done
folding he got to go back to bed. With those muffins old lady
Herron had brought to the bait shop yesterday afternoon.
Orange something. With little seeds.
He finished the last pair of shorts, brand new to replace
the ones he and Shane had ripped to pieces the other day,
and headed off to the kitchen to get the muffins and some
coffee.
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