Page 20 of Jumping In
“Door’s shot,” Hawk pointed out as he pushed the door into place. “It’ll stay closed but it’s not operational.”
“I know.” Clint looked around the room. “The good news is the building is being demolished anyway, so maybe the landlord won’t notice.” He walked to the sink and got a trash bag. “Either that or my deposit is gone.”
“I’m pretty sure the holes in the wall already took care of that.” Hawk stepped over. “Looks like this is a two-person clean-up. You want me to do the living room or the kitchen?”
“Bet you regret coming over.” Clint placed his palm over Hawk’s chest and nuzzled his neck.
“Are you kidding?” Hawk circled his arm around Clint’s waist. “I got to meet your dogs, see where you live, and now I’m getting cuddles.” He dragged his lips across Clint’s face until their mouths met and then he slipped his tongue into Clint’s mouth. “Mmm. Perfect morning.”
“In that case, you take the living room.” Clint handed Hawk the garbage bag. “I think the kitchen’s worse.”
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“Ready to go?” Hawk asked as he walked into the laundry room where Clint was bagging up the dog bowls and food.
“What’s that?” Clint tilted his chin toward the two duffle bags in Hawk’s hands, both straining at the seams.
“I packed your clothes and bathroom stuff.”
“You must have my whole closet in there.” Clint set the dog supplies down and walked up to Hawk. “I’m coming over for two days and I was planning on spending them naked.”
Hawk’s blue eyes darkened and his nostrils flared.
With his gaze glued to Hawk’s, Clint cupped the growing bulge in his jeans. “Hear something you liked?”
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” Hawk warned.
“Oh yeah?” Clint tugged on Hawk’s fly, popping all the buttons open. “What’re you going to do to me?”
Before he knew what hit him, Clint was flipped around, shoved against the washing machine, and disrobed from the waist down.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Hawk pinned Clint’s wrists against the washer, suckled on his ear, and thrust his groin against Clint’s bare ass.
An involuntary sound escaped Clint, one he refused to characterize as a needy whimper no matter how much it resembled exactly that.
“Sounds like you agree with my plan.” Hawk licked a swath up his neck and then bit it. “Don’t move.”
The heat of Hawk’s body slid away, Clint heard his duffle being unzipped, and then Hawk was back, spreading his ass open with one hand and slicking his hole with the other.
“Glad I found your lube,” Hawk rasped.
“Me too.”
“You good without a rubber?”
“Fine on my end.” Clint grunted when a finger was pushed into his hole. “But you know I was fucking Ewan up until a couple of weeks ago.”
“You go bare with him?” Hawk asked as he twisted his finger and brushed against Clint’s gland.
“Never,” Clint answered breathlessly.
“He ever top?”
“Nuh-uh.” Clint shook his head.
Hawk’s finger came out and a slick, hot cockhead pressed against Clint’s hole instead.
“There been anyone else?”
