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Rod leaned forward and captured Wyl’s mouth in a searing kiss, both gasping for breath in the passionate lovemaking. Wyl was instantly hard again, his gland assaulted with every thrust of Rod’s cock. He pumped his cock, using his own cum as a lubricant and tasting his own seed in Rod’s kiss. He felt his own orgasm building.
Rod felt Wyl’s hold tighten around him as Wyl’s orgasm built. The tightening/release of Wyl’s second orgasm around Rod’s cock pushed him over the edge. He filled Wyl’s cavity with his seed, holding his breath and pumping until they were spent.
“God, where did you learn to do that?” Wyl gasped. “Two orgasms in minutes.”
“I love you two orgasms,” Rod chuckled softly as he pulled out of Wyl. “Promise me we’ll get to do this again, in Texas, in our own bed.”
“Babe, that is a promise.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Rod watched in horror as the garbage truck backed up, slowly moving to crush Wyl against the brick wall where Ailbe held him. Bound and gagged, Wyl’s body slumped forward against a device that resembled a Euro symbol on the end of a long pole. Declan sported an evil sneer from the truck's cab as he backed, inching toward Wyl and prolonging the anticipation of the deadly outcome. Rod’s muscles jerked with each steady screaming beep of the relentless backup alert as the truck crept closer to Wyl. Rod’s legs felt stuck in thick molasses as he struggled to run toward Wyl, helpless to stop the terror before him. The beeping continued, and someone reached in front of him. He fought against the entrapment, hearing his name repeated over and over.
“Rod. Rod.” Wyl reached over him and slammed his hand on the offending alarm clock, silencing the intrusion despite Rod’s flailing arms. Rod gasped, the memory of the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He grabbed Wyl in his arms.
Wyl huffed as Rod squeezed. “What’s the matter, babe? You’re breathless.”
“I had a nightmare. Ailbe and Declan had you trapped, and I couldn’t get to you.” Rod tightened his hold on his husband. “It was awful.”
Wyl returned the embrace to calm Rod’s teetering emotions. “Everything is fine. It was only a dream. I’m right here holding you, and we’re both safe.”
Rod whined a sob. “If anything ever happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.”
“Hey, now, nothing will happen.” Wyl stroked Rod’s back. “We are trained agents. We know how to protect ourselves.”
Wyl’s soft touch and reassuring words calmed Rod. He drew in a deep, calming breath. “You’re right. I guess the reality of our situation hit last night. I’m glad we’re here together.”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” Wyl tightened his hug and kissed Rod’s forehead. “Let’s grab a shower and have breakfast. We don’t want to be late to the campus.”
* * *
A knock at the door interrupted breakfast.
Wyl tossed his napkin on the table. “Every time I hear a knock at the door, Mitzi comes to mind,” he laughed.
“If she’s outside…don’t open the door,” Rod said.
Peeking through the peephole, it was Glenn Cross. Wyl opened the door. “Come in, Glenn.”
“Sorry for the interruption, gents.” Glenn stepped inside and handed Wyl an envelope. “O’Brien sent it.”
“Any idea what it is?” Rod asked.
Glenn shook his head. “I’m only the messenger. I wanted to catch you before you left for the day. I’ll let you two get back to your breakfast.”
Wyl showed Glenn out. “Thanks. We’ll see you guys.”
Wyl opened the envelope. He pulled out the papers and glanced through the pages. “This is the course project of one of the students,” he said.
“Is that helpful?”
Wyl shook his head as he slid the papers back into the envelope. “I’ll need time to review the information in detail before I know what it means.”
“Grab your coat, and let’s go.” Rod tugged open the door and grinned. “We don’t want to be late for class.”
* * *
The students crowded into Dr. MacGowan’s class.
