“I loved you first,” Russ countered drowsily. “Have a look at that view.”
Jarold turned his head to look out the picture window at the Sydney skyline and the Harbor Bridge lit up like a busy spaceport. “Beautiful,” he said. “I couldn’t be happier… unless….”
“All the laws changed so we could be married, have children, and live together wherever we want,” Russ finished for him.
“I’m really wearing that one out, huh?”
“It’s what I want as well,” Russ said, flicking out his tongue at an alluring nipple.
“I know what you want,” Jarold chuckled. “But seriously, I hope I don’t put you off with my social activist inclinations.”
“You might put me off with words like ‘inclinations’,” Russ said. “But you know I’m behind you in whatever you want to do. That wasn’t a double entendre, by the way.”
“It’s hard to believe that when you’re sucking my nipple.”
Russ left off. “Was I? Sorry.”
“No harm, no foul.” Jarold nosed at Russ’s curls. “You ready for another inning?”
“How many of those are there again?”
“Nine to a game,” Jarold smiled.
“Right. And they have a top and a bottom.”
Jarold rolled, taking Russ with him, ending up atop the other man. “Pitchers and catchers,” he murmured.
“Mmm,” Russ hummed with pleasure as Jarold rubbed his hardening cock against Russ’s. “I’m really starting to appreciate what you Americans consider sport.”
Jarold bumped his crotch against Russ’s. “This is gonna work, you know.”
Russ didn’t answer. He reached up and pulled Jarold’s head down, igniting another spontaneous combustion that blew them from the table to the glass wall overlooking the city. Jarold took Russ from behind against the cool, smooth surface, Russ’s hands flattened against the window, his arousal sliding in a slick of its own making. Jarold’s hips churned, one hand wrapped around Russ’s wrist, the other gripping a sleek flank as he thrust in short, rolling strokes. Russ came with a guttural cry and squirted a stream of translucent cum between his belly and the glass. Jarold yanked Russ’s hips back, lodging his length in the tight heat, his buttocks clenching and relaxing as he pulsed into the contracting sheath. When he came, his knees almost failed him and he leaned heavily on Russ’s damp back, lapping blindly at the sheen of sweat. It was several long moments before he disengaged, pulling out and falling to the carpet almost simultaneously. Russ joined him on the soft pile, spooning up behind him with a sigh of fulfillment. With small touches and sloppy kisses, they extended the afterglow until they drifted off right there on the floor until they woke together in the morning.
And if they didn’t live happily ever after, they damn well deserved to.
About the Author
CONNIE BAILEY is a Luddite who can’t live without her computer. She’s an acrophobic who loves to fly, a fault-finding pessimist who, nonetheless, is always surprised when something bad happens, and an antisocialite who loves her friends like family. She’s held a number of jobs in many disparate arenas to put food on the table, but writing is the occupation that feeds her soul.
Connie lives with her ultralight designer husband at a small grass-strip airfield halfway between Disney World and Busch Gardens. Logic and reality have had little to do with her life, and she likes it that way.
Visit her Web site at http://www.conniebailey.com/ and her blog at http://baileymoyes.livejournal.com/.
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August 2011
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