Mannies Incorporated by Michael, Sean (phonics books .TXT) 📗
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He grabbed hold of Slayde's prick, encouraging Slayde's pleasure. Slayde nodded, moving faster, pushing down on his cock.
"Want you to come on my cock, baby. Need to feel that." Drake moved faster, pushed in harder.
"God, the things you fucking say."
"Fuck off and come." He slammed in hard.
Slayde's eyes went wide and the lean body jerked, spunk spreading over his fingers. Moaning, Drake pumped in a few more times, searching his own orgasm. The muscles around his prick tightened, Slayde squeezing him.
"Yes!" He shouted out, slamming into Slayde and coming hard.
Slayde covered his mouth, kissing him through his pleasure. He shuddered and collapsed against Slayde, panting.
"Yum." Slayde looked…wicked. Naughty. Like a wet dream.
He pulled out and got rid of the condom, rolling over next to the man. "That was…fuck."
"Uh-huh."
This was the hard part. Not that he didn't like it, he did. But he'd never done this before Slayde.
"Stay and have pizza and beer?" Slayde made it easier.
"Uh-huh. I got the…" He turned and gave Slayde a grin. "Meatlovers."
Slayde snorted, then they both started laughing, hard and long, the sound bouncing between them. He leaned in and kissed that laughing mouth. He ended with a man in his arms, close, warm. Damn.
His prick came rushing back to life, pushing against Slayde's belly. There was no way he could go again, but God, it felt good, to know Slayde wanted it. He could get lost in these kisses, lost in how good it felt tasting and rubbing and just plain being near.
"You're a master cuddler."
"Yeah? Really?" How could he be? He'd never done it before.
"Mmmhmm." Slayde kissed his collarbone, the caress feather light.
"Never have before," he admitted.
"Then you're a natural." Slayde rested against him, leaning hard.
"Huh." Drake had to admit, though, that he liked it. Liked enjoying the sated feeling and sharing it with his lover.
The word rang through his head. Fuck. A lover. Not a lay. Not a one-night stand. Not a quickie, but a bona fide lover. He wasn't sure that was going to work for him, long-term. Hell, he wasn't sure that the term long-term worked for him with anything. It made the next months until Mindy got home seem far more interesting and fun, though.
And he had nothing but time to figure out what the hell to do. He'd take it.
Chapter Eight
"He's gay." Slayde sat on the couch, the kids sleeping, Drake at the store, Joey and Trevor on Skype.
Joey laughed. "I knew it!" Then Joey leaned in. "The six million dollar question is -- how do you know?"
"I. We sorta did it. A lot. For like the last month."
He grinned, making sure no one could hear. "He's amazing, honey. Magical."
"Oh, my God! Travis! Slayde's been fucking the hot mean leather daddy cop!"
"I'm sitting right here, I heard." It was Travis' turn to lean in. "The question is why it took you a month to tell us."
"I just… He's not out and he's always here and…" He shrugged. "We get about an hour alone together a day if the kids are all healthy. We're busy."
Travis raised an eyebrow. "I bet you're busy."
Joey giggled at that.
"Stop it, butthead." He knew his cheeks were red, so he shifted out of range of the webcam.
"So, when do we get to meet him and can you make sure he's wearing the leather when we do?"
"Stop it."
Joey grinned. "You canceled our last date due to 'fire ants'. Saturday work for you? You can cook. We'll bring dessert."
Oh, man. "There really were fire ants."
"We'll be there at five, so I can see the kids and hand out presents." Joey looked unbearably excited. "And I'll trim your hair, because damn, honey."
Slayde rolled his eyes, but still his hands went to his head. Drake had held it just last night. Fisted a hand in his hair and fucked his mouth.
"It's not that long."
"You're shaggy."
"I am not shaggy!"
"No, you're more Scooby Doo." That was Drake's voice, the man standing in the hallway, weighed down by a bunch of recyclable grocery bags, grinning at him.
"Turd." He grinned over his shoulder. "The boys want to come have supper Saturday."
"Who are 'the boys'?" Drake put down the grocery bags and started in toward him.
"Oh, is that the mean leather daddy cop?" asked Joey. "Make him come closer."
Drake froze. "What?"
Fuck. "He's just being a jackass. Ignore him." He shut his laptop. "Joey's a butthead. You remember I told you about Joey and Travis, my best friends? They own a salon in Austin?"
"Uh-huh…"
"They want to stop over Saturday, see the kids and have supper."
"Sure. Then they can tell me what the hell they were talking about -- mean leather daddy cop?"
"Oh, that's just a joke. When you first came in, you were a little rumbly." And the whole leather daddy thing, well, they just wouldn't discuss that. Also, he was so fucking emailing Joey about not being a prick.
"Rumbly? I was rumbly? You were a sanctimonious prick!"
Oh. Okay. "You need help with the groceries, man?"
Drake blinked at him. "Okay. Sure"
"Good deal." He wasn't going to fight. Hell, he needed to think about the whole sanctimonious thing. Had he been? Had he been bitchy? He'd been shocked, sure. Unnerved, absolutely.
"So, your friends are coming on the weekend?" Drake started unloading the bags, letting him put the stuff away.
"Yeah. They were supposed to come the weekend that Jenny got the fire ant bites." The weekend they'd become lovers.
"Where are they going to stay?"
"They usually drive home or get a hotel room. If they drink too much, they can crash on the sofas."
"Okay. I guess I'll have to use Mindy's room, huh?"
"You don't have to." They'd been sharing a room for weeks.
"Maybe."
"Okay."
He started putting stuff away, keeping his head down as he moved from the table to the cupboards
Drake
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