Page 148 of Men in Shorts

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.

“Och, what are you doing?” Not that Liam was complaining—he quite fancied having someone who could manhandle him. He was a big guy, but Robert matched him in size and exceeded him in strength.

“Putting us sideways on the bed,” Robert said, “so your head won’t hit the wall.”

Ooh. Liam wriggled in anticipation. He was about to get rammed within an inch of his life.

First Robert bent over and took Liam’s cock in his mouth, none too gently but still masterfully. Liam held his face as he sucked, caressing his soft stubble. He still marveled thatthiswas really happening: Robert McKenzie, Liam’s own sweet Rabbie, was no longer just his lifelong best mate but also his lover—his attentive, passionate, brilliantly improvisational lover, who had the sort of skills no one who’d spent scarcely a year sleeping with men should possess.

Then again, Robert had a good teacher.

Liam closed his eyes when he felt a slick, probing finger at the edge of his hole. He bore down, greedy for everything.

Though Liam no longer feared losing him as a friend—if Robert was going to outgrow him, he’d have done it while at university—a lifetime of popping in and out of poverty had taught Liam that nothing was permanent.

But this soul-deep understanding just made each moment with Robert more precious. Liam savored every kiss and caress like a fine glass of whisky, the sort he could never afford on his own but would sample at work so he could recommend it to customers.

Robert got into position, knees spread, urging Liam’s hips to tilt up. “Put your feet here.” He placed one on his broad, smooth chest, and Liam followed suit with the other, admiring how his arches fit over the curves of Robert’s pecs.

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