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I’d really love to see you again. Maybe an actual

date? If you’d like to?

P.S. Your snore is adorable.

Nathan

He could have kept that last comment to himself. Jamie cringes. “I’d love to see you again.” Whoosh.

He pushes himself up, off the couch. His thigh is throbbing again. He digs through the bag of chips and candy for the little yellow prescription bottle and pops two pills. Limping to the fridge for bottled water to wash them down. Returning to the coffee table for his phone after it chimes a new message alert.

“Awesome! What day works for you?”

“I have Tuesday nights off. This week may not be great, thanks to my clumsy ass. So next Tuesday?” He adds, “I hope I didn’t wake you?”

“I’m glad you did. Next Tuesday works for me. I’ll plan something for us.” Smiley face emoji. “How’s the leg?”

“It’s fine. I just took some meds. Thank you for today.”

“It was my pleasure.” Pink heart emoji.

“And I do NOT snore.” Laughing face.

“Oh babe. You definitely snore.” Winky face.

Babe gives Jamie the warm fuzzies. Flutters act up in his belly, dancing down into his briefs. His cheeks go pink and the edges of his mouth curl.

He gathers up the goody bags and carries them to his bedroom. Tucking them away in the bottom drawer of his dresser with a few other treasures. He drops back onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling. Hands clasped with woven fingers over his chest. Babe.

His mind wanders back to that first encounter. Dark curls sprout under the gray beanie, spilling over hungry hazel eyes. Soft, full lips opening to that silky tongue tasting of sweetened coffee.

Photos of a meaty chest and belly. Dark fur swirling around mauve nipples.

Jamie’s dick swells in his briefs.

The kissing. The grinding of their bodies. The way his thick cock felt in Jamie’s hand. Pushing back cocoa foreskin. The first taste of its pink tip on his tongue.

Jamie’s hand slides down into his briefs. He’s rock hard, with a wet and sticky tip. He pushes his waistbands down, past his balls and out of the way. Wrapping fingers around his hard dick and rolling his thumb along the helmet’s rim. His eyes roll and close.

He remembers the way Nathan spun them around. Lowered to his knees. Kissed his belly and grabbed at his ass. His touch was pure magic. His thick shoulders felt solid in Jamie’s grip.

Heat rises through his belly. He pulls his hand back, up to his mouth. Sliding his palm over his tongue, twice. Coating it generously and reaching back down to lubricate and stroke himself.

Nathan had sucked his dick like it was a delicious creamy treat. Like he couldn’t get enough of it. It felt so good. His full lips rode back and forth. Silky wet tongue cradling the shaft.

Jamie’s strokes gather speed. He grips a fistful of the old quilt with his free hand. The heat reaches his chest and neck. Moaning at his own touch. Burning as hot as his injured thigh.

Nathan had sucked him dry, licking the come from his lips as he rose. Their eyes met. He kissed him so softly. “That was hot.” He kissed him again.

Jamie’s dick swells and he feels the climax coming on. He pulls his t-shirt up, sucks air through teeth clenching down on his lower lip. His whole body tenses. Toes curling in the air, hanging off the bed. Streams erupt, flowing over his belly. Tangling in the fine blonde hairs. Groans rise through his throat as he digs his head back into the mattress. Laying there in the dark stillness, heart thumping in his chest. Listening to his own breath go calm again.

***

Nathan is still smiling as he wakes. The sun is up. He’d slept later than usual. Mabel is awake and glaring at him. Her patience is running thin. The desperation in her eyes alerting a need to get outside before she can’t hold any longer.

“Sorry Mabes.” He throws the comforter over her. Rushing from the bed to dress. “Come on.”

She untangles herself from the bedding and trots to the door. Standing rigid, trying to hold it in.

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