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eyes. Something dark and hot. "Truth or Dare?"
Oh, man. There was no way on God's green earth he was
gonna back down. No way. Course, that light in Galen's eyes?
He was in for a world of hurt and the fact that that made his
cock jump?
Wrong.
Just wrong.
"You're on."
"Oh good." Definitely wrong. "Then we ought to get more
comfortable."
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He rubbed his hand over his head. "Yeah. And naked. One
of us is way not naked enough."
"So, come on." Galen rubbed his ass, hands squeezing
tight before heaving him to one side and standing up, holding
down a hand.
He let himself get hauled up, invading Galen's space,
working his buttons open. "Where we playing?"
"Bedroom. I like the soft." Galen helped, undoing the
soggy jeans and wiggling out of them.
"Yeah, I was jonesing on the soft this morning. Slept like
the dead." He got that fine belly bared, fingers sliding through
the hair on Galen's chest.
"You looked good in my bed." There it was, that growl that
seemed to come out when Galen was jonesing on ... well,
whatever the heck it was about him that set it off.
"Like sleeping with you." He damn near bit his tongue off
in shock as the words fell out of his mouth.
"Yeah?" Galen steered him back toward the bedroom,
nuzzling and licking, sounding pleased as punch. "Good."
He chased Galen's mouth, fingers tweaking nipples,
tickling those ribs. "Who goes first?"
"Oh, you go ahead." They were both naked and sweaty
and kinda messy, but it didn't matter as Galen tumbled him
down on the bed and kissed him, hands sliding on his skin.
They got all wrapped up together, touching, sharing long,
lazy kisses. "Truth or dare?" Shane asked.
"Mmm. Dare. Somehow I don't see you sitting and
listening to me ramble about my childhood."
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"Oh, I bet you were a hellion." He thought for a second.
"Hold onto the headboard and don't let go for five minutes."
He could use a few minutes to explore that body without
getting distracted, yessir.
"You'll have to time me." He got a glittering look before
Galen settled back and reached back to grab the headboard,
arms bulging.
"Uh-huh." He leaned down, lips tracing Galen's arm,
fingers sliding along Galen's ribs, counting them, one by one.
Galen jumped under his touch, that broad chest rising and
falling, but Galen held on. "Five minutes of this, huh?"
"Uh-huh..." His lips brushed over one nipple, fingers
heading down to tug the dark curls in the basket of Galen's
hips, tugging a little.
"Shit." More twitching and jumping, and was that the
headboard creaking?
"Don't move, Len. I get to touch..." He let his tongue drag
over that hot little nipple, fingers brushing Galen's inner
thighs. So fucking fine.
"I'm trying, Shane, but damn you're making it hard." All of
Galen's muscles were tight, and yeah, his cock was so hard it
was reaching right up for Shane's hands.
He grabbed for it, fingers sliding and stroking, pressing
into the slit. "You'll get your turn in ... two minutes."
"Oh, fuck. By then I'll be dead. That or you will." It was
fascinating to watch the flush that rose on Galen's belly, up to
his chest and down along his thighs. The headboard creaked
again, a harsh sound, and Galen bucked up into his hand,
groaning low and deep.
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"Fuck, that's sweet." He leaned down, pulling up in one
long stroke, a clear drop of fluid gathering in the slit. "Oh,
that's what I want."
Shane bent down, tongue sliding over the slit. Fucking A.
"Oh, God." Hot, saltybitter and earthy, Galen pushed along
his tongue, cock pressing against his lips. "Shane. Damn."
He opened up, taking Len in, sucking and licking, teasing.
Ninety seconds. Fuck, this was fun.
"I can't. Shane." Yeah. Hell, yes. Galen just rolled under
him, whole body arching and shaking and straining. Hot as
anything. He reached under, cupped Galen's ass, tugging that
hot prick in deeper. He could count Len's heartbeat with his
tongue, strong and deep. Could feel the strong muscles in
Len's ass contract under his fingers. But damn, the man could
hold on, keep it from coming, because he got no more than a
few sweet drops sliding down his throat.
The last few seconds just dissolved and he lifted his head,
panting. "Y ... your turn."
Galen just sat there, panting, for the longest time before
finally letting go of the headboard and reaching for him,
pulling him in for a kiss that bruised and burned.
Oh, sweet fuck. He grabbed the back of Len's head, pulling
them together. They kissed hard, neither of them holding
back, just full on rutting male. Len just brought out the fight
in him. Finally, Galen broke away and pushed him back and
down, so he slid off to the bed. Those eyes just burned him.
"Truth or dare."
"Oh. Uh. Right. Dare, I guess. Be only fair." His breath was
just panting out of him.
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"Cool." How the man could walk with that hard-on Shane
could only guess, but Galen did just that. Rolled off the bed
and went to the closet, coming back with both hands full.
"Then I dare you to let me put this in you."
"In?" He tilted his head, craned his neck trying to look.
"What's this?"
Galen held up a smooth, black piece of rubber, slender and
rounded, tapering at the bottom and then flaring into a wide
base. "Butt plug."
His mouth popped open and he sort of blinked. He'd seen
one before, sure. In a magazine. Damn. He jutted out his
jaw; he could take any fucking thing Len dished out. "Okay."
"You're gonna love this, Shane. Trust me. But you have to
keep it in for the rest of the game."
"Isn't that cheating?" He reached out, fingers sliding
against Len's belly, thighs.
"Hell, yes. But if you don't think you can do it." Galen
trailed off, arching under his hand, practically purring. Smug.
"I didn't say I couldn't." Out loud.
"Oh, good. Because then you'd lose the game and really be
in to me. Hands and knees, buddy."
"Not gonna lose." He turned over, setting on his hands and
knees, arching up and stretching his back, fingers tangling in
the sheets.
A low noise was his reward, sounding like it was torn right
out of Len's gut. "Fuck, you're hot." His back was stroked,
nice and easy, gentling him. Something cold and wet was
dribbled down his ass, and he smelled something kinda fruity.
Fancy lube. "You ready?"
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"Yeah." He was shivering, wanting, nerves riding his spine
like marching ants.
"Okay. Just relax. This thing is way smaller than I am."
Two of Galen's fingers pushed into him, opening him a little,
then the end of the plug was pressed against him, feeling
hard and alien.
"Do they make 'em bigger than you, Ego-boy?" He spread
his thighs, hips rocking just a little. The plug was cool,
making his hole clench.
"God, yes. They make 'em as big as my arm. Wasn't ego."
His butt got a sharp smack from Galen's free hand. "Be
good."
"You're shitting me." He chuckled, his nerves easing right
up. "And I am good. Mostly."
"Yeah. There are some things? You're better at than
anyone I know." Once the tip of the plug was in, the rest
went in easily, sliding and stretching and hitting all sorts of
good spots inside. The wide, flat base settled against him,
keeping it in place.
"Oh." He stretched, shifted, feeling how that plug moved
inside him.
"Oh, fuck, Shane. You look. Decadent. Fucking amazing."
Galen jostled the plug, making it spear him.
"Fuck..." Everything in him rippled, jostling like an old Ford
on a dirt road. "My turn. My turn. No touching. Truth or dare."
"I should be mean and say truth and let you sit and listen
while I ramble on." He felt Galen's cheek rub his ass. "But I'll
say dare."
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He turned, settling on his side, hand dropping to his cock.
"Want to watch you touch yourself, Len, but no coming. I
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