Page 2 of Play Hard

“It’d be worth a few quid to find you naked in my bed. Of course, then I wouldn’t get to watch you strip for me.”

Robert’s mouth curved into a lazy grin as he stood up and reached for the waistband of his dusky-gray tracksuit pants.

But when he went to step out of them, he staggered a bit.

Liam steadied him. “Whoa, all right?”

“Aye, I’m just shattered from work.”

“How? You’ve been sitting at a computer all day.”

“Mentally shattered.”

“Well, luckily I don’t need your brain just now.” Liam tugged down Robert’s trousers and boxers so he could step out of them.

Robert opened the drawer of Liam’s bedside table, pulled out the lube, then hesitated. “I wonder if I should use a condom.” He scratched the side of his neck. “It’s been a few days since I came, and I want to last more than five minutes.”

They’d stopped using condoms quite a while ago, having been thoroughly tested and completely exclusive for over a year now. But sometimes stamina was an issue, and neither of them were big fans of cock rings, so they kept a box of condoms on hand for extra-excitable times.

“If you come first,” Liam said, “you can just suck me off.”

“I know, but I like when you—”

“Rab, it’s nearly one o’clock.” Liam flopped over onto his pillow. “Just make it hard and fast.”

Robert looked at him. “How hard?” he asked in a low voice that curled Liam’s toes.

“Well…has it been a frustrating day of work?”

“Very.”

“Then take it out on me.”

The drawer slammed shut, and Robert was upon him before Liam could pull in another breath. They crashed together in a writhing rut of limbs and hips and clinging heels.

Robert grabbed Liam’s wrists and pressed them into the pillow beside his head. “You smell like pub.”

“I know.”

“I love pubs.”

“I know.” Liam linked his ankles behind Robert’s thighs. “And you love me.”

“I do.” Robert went still. “I should say it more.”

“You say it all the time.”

“I should say it every time I think it.”

“Nah, that’d be tedious.”

Robert’s midnight-blue eyes flashed wide, then he laughed. “Oh, mate, you’re gonnae get it.”

“Counting on it.” Liam freed one of his hands and pushed against Robert’s shoulder. Robert caught it and pressed it down again, twice as hard as before.

Liam gave a deep, throaty laugh. He loved their pseudo-wrestling matches, and especially loved losing.

After another long, plundering kiss, Robert scooped him up, one hand beneath his back and the other behind his knees.

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