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could wait. For now he would just celebrate the closeness.
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Good lord, his little baby apartment never seemed so white trash as when he opened the door to
invite Gen in for the first time.
"Home sweet apartment, darlin'. Come on in."
It wasn't dirty. Dusty, maybe, because damn, he'd been gone, but nobody'd broke in and
nobody'd set the building with its dozen efficiency apartments on fire, so he figured it was all
good. He put his suitcase on the floor beside the door, encouraging Gen to wander through.
Gen looked around, walking to one end and back. "You've made it very homey, caro."
"Thanks, darlin'." The walls were covered in posters and shit -- Justin McBride and George
Strait, Bodacious and Li'l Yellowjacket. The sofa had been his grampa's, the big ole honking
thing denim-covered and comfy.
Gen must have been thinking the same thing, because that twinkle he knew so well entered those
bright eyes. "That looks very comfortable."
"It is. Sturdy, too." He went to grab them both a beer.
"Have you tested it? I mean, really tested it?" There was something about the way Gen sucked
down that damned beer, tanned throat working...
"Depends on what you call testing, darlin'." He dragged the cold base of his bottle along Gen's
collarbone. "I've been up close and personal with my own hand on it a thousand times."
"Well, I think you need to see how it holds two bodies in motion. Si? Who knows, it might
collapse." Oh, that man was wicked.
"I bet it'll hold us both." He pushed closer, crowding right into Gen's space.
"Let's try." They toppled as Gen tugged at him, both of them falling to the couch. His beer rolled
off, bouncing along the floor, and he kinda watched it until Gen pulled him around for a kiss,
mouth really moving on his.
Oh, Hell. Yes. He gave as good as he got, dragging Gen's shirt out of his waistband. Gen pulled
at his clothes, too, tugging his shirt and jeans open, hands pushing into his clothes to find skin.
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Oh, Christ, that felt fine. His skin loved those fingers, loved the way Gen touched him and made
his nerves sing.
They rolled a little so Gen could get to more, could get his shirt all the way off and pinch at his
nipples. That sent sensation zinging all the way down to his toes. He kicked his boots off,
arching as he did it, those hands fixin' to drive him mad.
"Oh, pretty, caro. So pretty." Gen cupped his cock, curving one hand about it, rolling his balls a
second after. He loved that, the pressure and heat, the hint of ache.
Dale started working Gen's pants open, shoving the cloth down over the lean hips. Yeah, that
was good. Lord, that man knew just where to touch him, just where to press and pinch to make
him crazy. It took him way too long to get the man naked, the way he kept getting distracted.
Gen's fingers slipped behind his balls, nudging his hole, teasing him something fierce. "Si, caro.
Inside, hmm? I would have you." That look just blazed down at him, all the teasing gone as Gen
moved between his thighs.
"Hell, yeah." He spread, draped one leg over the top of the sofa, knowing he had to look like the
world's biggest slut.
Didn't seem to bother Gen. Hell, from the way the man looked at him it seemed to work just fine.
Gen looked around a minute, then just stuck two fingers in his mouth, coming out wet enough to
ease the way as they worked into Dale's body.
Dale moved, thinking idly that if he ever danced like this on stage he'd make a fortune. Of
course, he wasn't sure he'd ever dance like this for anyone else... "Gen!"
"Pay attention, caro. Right here." Two fingers pushed right into him, again and again, opening
him up. The scrape right across his nerves was almost unbearable.
"I. I am. God, I am. Don't stop." The words tore out of him, his throat working, hips bucking
furiously.
"Are you? I'm not sure. Remember, this is a test." Gen smiled for him, bending to lick at his
cock, tongue gathering up the moisture there and pulling it into Gen's mouth.
"A test..." He groaned, eyes popping open to stare down at Gen as he rocked between mouth and
fingers.
"Of the couch." Gen's breath liked to burn, it was so hot. So good.
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