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his belly and the way his ass tightened, keeping Robert in him. "Oh God!"
Another moan sounded like it was dragged out of Robert and he could feel the pulses inside him as Robert
came, too, filling him with heat.
"Yeah," Sam whispered, leaning forward and keeping Robert where he was. "That's it. Want to still feel it
when we're at the party."
Robert circled his hips a little, rolling and pushing against him.
"Like that," Sam said with a nod. "Want to walk funny. Want them to know." Well, maybe not that last part,
but damn, it felt good.
Robert stilled. "You are a perv, babe."
"I am not," Sam protested. "You stopped. Why did you stop?"
"I'm not sure I want everyone in town looking at you and going, 'Oh, you got fucked right before coming
here'."
Sam rolled his eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have said that. I don't really want them to know. But I don't want
you to stop, either. Please."
Robert chuckled and started circling his hips again, nice and slowly. A kiss dropped onto his neck. "Any-
thing you want, Sammy."
"Anything?" Sam's eyes drifted closed as Robert moved in him. It felt so good, just being there, coming
down and going up at the same time.
"Uh-huh." Robert kept moving. "At the risk of whatever your mind does with the idea. Anything."
Sam nodded and felt his breath catch as Robert's cock got harder in him. "Cake. Need a really, really big
cake. And other stuff." He reached down and curled his hand around his prick, tugging slowly.
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"Uh-huh." Robert's mouth slid along his neck, up and down, nibbling and sucking.
"Uh-huh," Sam echoed, losing his train of thought. "Stuff. Oh boy." He tilted his head to give Robert access,
his hand picking up speed.
Robert's lips grazed on his skin, lingering here and there, never enough to leave a hickey. At least not until
his hand was moving good and fast, and then Robert's teeth joined in the fun, scraping along his skin, the
suction increasing, pulling the blood up to the surface.
"Shit, yes," Sam breathed, his eyes open but unseeing. "Robert." He had to move, had to pushing back and
ride and arch, and his hand was tight, tight, tight, stroking himself off until he was right there, ready to go.
Again. "Ready?" He panted, trying to hold on.
Robert chuckled. "I'm done, babe. You do it. Come for me again." The words were punctuated by little
thrusts.
Sam nodded, not really able to get words out. He was pretty sure Robert was going to get the point anyway.
He bucked hard, his thumb stroking the sweet spot on his dick, and came again with a soft cry. It was mostly
feeling with less show, but it was a good one, going on and on and Robert rocked in and out of him.
When he was done, Robert slipped out of him and leaned back against the tile on the other side of the
shower, pulling him to lie back against the solid body.
Trembling and letting out one or two undignified whimpers, Sam cuddled up to him. He hoped the hot water
would hold out just a little longer. "You're nice. I like you. And you're pretty hot. I think I'll keep you."
"Yeah? Good. Because I'm not planning on letting go."
"Awesome." Sam looked up for a kiss. "And I want a band."
Robert's eyebrows came together. "Huh?"
"You promised me anything. I want cake and a band and a shiny uniform. Did you tell your mother yet?"
"Oh, right, anything." Robert chuckled. "I'm going to regret saying that out loud, aren't I?" Robert sighed
dramatically. "You can have a cake and a band and of course I'm wearing my uniform. Have you decided
what you're going to wear yet?"
No mention of mommy dearest out of Robert.
"Tux, I suppose," Sam said, looking up at him. "We're going to need flowers and decorations, and help. So,
no call to your mother, then?"
"Wait a minute. What do you mean by 'help'?" Robert straightened up and turned off the shower, that had
started to go from hot to warm.
"I mean I can't decorate all by myself, is all," Sam reached for the towels. "But first, we need to pick a date
and a venue, really. No sense in getting too far ahead of ourselves. And then figure out who to ask to wit-
ness."
Robert looked a little overwhelmed. "Whatever you want, Sam. Maybe we need a list, though."
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"Absolutely." Sam grinned, passing a towel and using his own on his hair. "They make planners for this kind
of thing. I wonder if I can get one without a bride on the cover?"
"We could put tomorrow aside for shopping and planning if you want." Robert rubbed the towel quickly
over himself, which was distracting, bringing his attention straight to all those muscles.
"Sure," Sam said, staring. He was just itching to lick. He wondered if they had time, but figured not. It didn't
stop him from leaning over though and trying. Clean fireman was almost as good as wet fireman.
Robert groaned as his tongue connected with skin, hand landing behind his head and holding him there.
"Mmm... don't we have this party thing to go to, babe?"
"Uh-huh. You should get dressed." Sam licked again, heading for Robert's left nipple, peaked from the after-
shower chill and the towel rubbing on it.
"You should stop using your tongue to stop me then." Robert's voice had gone all husky. "Because if we go
again, I'm going to need a nap."
Sam thought about that as he licked over the nipple and tugged it with his teeth. Really, it wouldn't be so bad
to miss the start of the party, would it? With a sigh he admitted to himself that it would, as they were kind of
the guests of honor, and he pulled back. "Right after the party," he said firmly. "My mouth, your body.
Okay?"
"There is no way I'm going to say no to that." Robert tilted his head up and took a kiss, their lips clinging,
tongues slipping into each other's mouths.
Oh, that was nice. Sam moved a bit closer, temporarily forgetting about parties and weddings and even the
fact that they were moving into "going to be late" territory. "Love you," he whispered into Robert's mouth.
"Me, too." They kissed a little longer, not going hard and needy with it, simply kissing until finally Robert
pulled away. "Hold that thought, eh?"
Sam nodded, smiling. "Yep. Holding. Oh, man! We're going to be late!" He turned and ran to the bedroom,
leaving his towel in a heap on the bathroom floor. "Did you iron, or do I need to wear the blue shirt again?"
The blue one was made of some magic fabric that never, ever wrinkled. Sam often thought he should have
bought about nine of them.
"No, I did not iron. I do not like ironing, Sam. And I'm wearing my uniform, okay?" It was easy for Robert.
He had his uniform, and his dress uniform for really fancy occasions like the wedding, and so he never had
to worry about anything else being clean or ironed.
"I don't like to iron, either," Sam said, pulling things out of the closet. "Tell me I at least have clean under-
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