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“I did — hang on, I’ll go grab her,” Marcus said. Then he thought better of it. “Uh, she hates me, maybe you should come get her.”

He led her back to the office, and in no time, the Chicken Lady was walking out with a smug Kelly Cluckson tucked into her raincoat. Marcus waved goodbye.

“How did you keep that chicken from pecking you?” Marcus asked Michelle as she came through the door.

“Simple. I told her there was only room for one top bitch in that office, and it wasn’t going to be her. She took my measure, and that was that. We respect each other.”

“You respect a chicken?” Brandon said.

“I do. I kind of like her, for a weird Muppet-looking critter.”

“That’s what she reminds me of!”

Once the day was done, Brandon could admit he was flagging a little bit. He downed some OTC painkillers with water before locking up and calling an Uber. He really needed to get around to car shopping this week.

It wasn’t until he’d gotten to Ethan’s place that he realized he’d just automatically given the driver this address. Not that he wasn’t planning to go to Ethan’s, his cat was still there. But he hadn’t even thought about it. It was just second nature.

It was like it was his home again.

Brandon decided he and Ethan needed to talk about that, but later. He had plans right now.

He knocked on the door and smiled at Ethan when it was opened. “Hey baby.”

“Hey.” Ethan leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. “Head hurting?”

“Just a tiny bit, I already took something.”

“Okay. Go sit down, dinner’s almost ready.”

They sat down to a nice meal, and talked through their respective days. It was such a delight after so long of coming home to a bland, quiet apartment with only a cat for company.

Once dinner was over and Brandon had cleaned up the kitchen to his specifications, he grabbed Ethan by the hips and pulled him close.

“Now. Mr. Thompson. I believe I was promised something this morning.” Brandon set his mouth firmly on Ethan’s, pouring days of sexual frustration into the kiss. Ethan gave as good as he got, clutching Brandon’s hair gently in both hands.

Brandon feasted on Ethan’s mouth as he backed him slowly across the room, pushing him up against the back of the couch. Then Brandon went to his knees.

“Oh god,” Ethan said, watching Brandon go to work on opening his jeans. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“I am definitely up for this,” Brandon said with a dirty chuckle.

“Not like that. I’m talking about your big head, not your little one.”

“Who are you calling little?”

“Brandon …”

“I’m fine, Ethan, I promise. Even the doctor said I was clear to resume normal activities.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Brandon said with a smile, pressing his chin against the tent in Ethan’s pants. “I trust you.”

Ethan looked down at him, love filling his eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that in months.”

“I mean it. I trust you, with everything. Mind, body and soul.”

With that, Brandon tugged down Ethan’s jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He licked a stripe up the side, then pulled the head into his mouth. He used gentle suction, focusing his attention just on the head while his hand wrapped around the base. He ran his tongue across the tip, carefully licking along the slit. Ethan moaned.

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