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shades.
“I want you to myself,” he said, his mouth
clamping over Dennis’ in a swift motion that took
Dennis’ breath away.
Thiago released him, giving him a little push.
Dennis swayed a little. Thiago did that to him,
kept him off balance. He felt his face flush as
Thiago shimmied to his knees, unbuttoning
Dennis’ jeans.
“Oh, Thiago.”
Thiago gave a soft moan as he licked across
Dennis’ dusting of pubic hair. He licked down, his
mouth closing over Dennis’ shaft.
He pulled the pants down further, only
touching Dennis with his tongue.
Dennis held his shirt up with his hands to
watch. Half the fun of getting sucked this way was
watching.
Thiago sucked his cock, which was now rigid.
He tugged on Dennis’ cock with his mouth so
hard, Dennis felt a ripple of heat shiver through
his balls.
Oh, man, Thiago was good at this.
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Thiago released Dennis’ cock and stood, kissing
him. His own cock was rigid in his silver
jockstrap.
Dennis drew the robe off his lover’s coffee-and-
cream-colored shoulders. It fell to the floor with a
soft thud.
He reached down, shoving the triangle of fabric
aside. Thiago’s cock punched at him and Dennis
bent down to touch it.
“Get me ready for you,” Thiago said, pushing
his head down farther.
Dennis
sucked
Thiago
quickly,
then
straightened. “Sit on the bench.”
Room twelve was their favorite, because it had
a long, leather-topped bench and they could lie or
sit on it at will. Thiago lay back, watching Dennis
tongue his cock.
“You have the most talented mouth,” Thiago
said, reaching down to trace Dennis’ lips with his
cock.
Dennis wanted Thiago in him.
“Come and mount me,” Thiago said and
Dennis turned, his hot ass ready for his lover’s
cock to strike. Thiago held Dennis’ hips and
pushed his ass down over his thick, hard cock.
Dennis instantly felt better just having Thiago in
him. Thiago licked his fingertips and circled them
around Dennis’ nipples.
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“Bear down on me, whore,” Thiago said and
Dennis began the frenzied ass dance on Thiago,
puffing and panting as Thiago squeezed his
nipples now. He felt Thiago’s cock hitting him
harder and harder. He heard Thiago’s impatient
sigh and could have predicted Thiago would
stand, launch Dennis’ ass up, so his head dropped
down. Dennis’ fingers touched the ground in front
of him as Thiago fucked him relentlessly. He
braced his feet a little farther apart and felt his
lover’s heavy balls nestling against his ass.
Oh, he’s all the way in. Thiago fucked him until
he came. He pinched the base of Dennis’ cock to
stop his from full release.
“Why?” he gasped, feeling Thiago’s hot seed
spreading through him.
“Because,” Thiago said, pulling out of him and
kissing the small of his back, “You will come so
hard later…if I make you wait.”
Thiago straightened his jockstrap and as Dennis
straightened, he said, “You know, I’ve been
thinking. That new guy, Paul…I think he likes
Rory. Let’s see if we can’t get them together.”
Dennis let out a breath. “You think he’ll go for
it?”
Thiago pushed Dennis gently off his lap. “Only
one way to find out.”
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Fire. Fire and light. The images flashed in his
brain, going round and round and then he
couldn’t breathe.
“William?”
He opened his eyes to see Derek looking down
at him. He smiled. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi, gorgeous. What’s wrong? You’re having
that dream again?”
“Um.”
Derek reached under him and pulled him into
his arms. “It’s normal, after what you went
through. It will pass.”
William ran his hand down over Derek’s chest,
squeezed his cock in his fist. He began to kiss his
mouth aggressively, pushing him back to the
mattress. “Fuck me, Derek, make me feel alive.”
He crawled onto his hips and straddled Derek’s
cock, guiding it up inside of him. “Make it hurt,
make me feel it,” he moaned. Because dammit, most
of the time I can’t feel anything at all.
* * * *
Paul moved in on Rory quickly. Too quickly, right
on his first break. He came into his office and
perched on his desk, trying to lure him out to the
dance floor with a cocktail.
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“They tell me you like buttery nipples.” He
held out a martini glass to Rory.
“No thanks, I like my nipples straight up.”
With a cock chaser. Carden’s cock. Does that come in
a glass? He testily shuffled papers, but in truth, he
adored butterscotch schnapps and the scent
started to make his mouth water. Since arriving in
San Francisco, he hadn’t even had a beer. He’d
been hanging out with Thiago and Dennis too
much. They only wanted blood…each other’s
blood.
“Thanks,” he said, finally, feeling annoyed that
he…he hunted around for the exact emotion he
felt. He felt like a bear hibernating but being
poked with twigs by an irritating kid.
“How long has the club been going?” Paul
asked, sipping on his own drink.
“Five months now. No…six.” It’s getting
harder…not easier. Time is hurting me more and
more.
“Where were you when the war started?”
“Los Angeles.”
Paul seemed surprised. “I thought everyone
down there died.”
“We’d taken a road trip to Las Vegas.”
Please don’t ask me about Carden. I’ll walk right out
of here and never come back.
Paul nodded. “Your roommates are vampires.
How’s that working out for you?”
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“Fine. Why?”
Paul shrugged. “I kinda keep my distance.”
“I have no prejudice. Dennis is my best friend
and they are a fantastic couple.”
“Seems that way.” Paul’s cell phone beeped.
“My turn for the dance pole.”
“Have fun,” Rory said. He put his drink on the
desk and as soon as Paul was gone, he locked the
office door with his remote. He pulled out the
letter he’d received from the Red Cross. His
fingers shook a little as he re-read the short note.
Dear Mr. Jacobs, Your parents, Wanda and Eugene
Jacobs, have contacted us via the Federal Family
Recovery Agency. They saw your name on a list of
survivors and contacted us through the Blood Bank
Registry. As an active donor, we are in a position to fly
your parents to visit you. The next available cargo
flight is on January twenty-sixth. All flights leave
promptly at six AM. Please reserve your parents’ seat
by midnight on the twenty-third. Very truly yours,
Tyler Montgomery.
Three days from now. Should I agree to have them
come? Should I just tear up the note? He hadn’t seen
his family for a very long time. He always thought
they’d have tomorrow…he picked up his desk
phone when a voice whispered inside him, Yes.
His parents arrived at the heliport in San
Francisco Harbor. He watched them walk down
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the portable stairs set up on the runway. He heard
the baaa of sheep.
One look at his mother’s face and he knew he’d
made the right decision. His father’s lined face
broke into a grin and he ran into their outspread
arms.
“You smell terrible,” he said finally, breaking
away from them.
“It’s the sheep,” his father said. Behind them, a
young man wheeled a stack of suitcases.
“Are all of those yours?” Rory asked.
His mother nodded.
“How long are you staying?”
“For good.” Eugene clapped him on the
shoulder. “I just got a job with a new company,
Landon
Construction.
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