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Brandon s mouth until his balls bumped Brandon s cheek. Brandon licked and tasted as Nicky moved.
Yeah, you owe me a chance to fuck your face.
Nicky straddled Brandon s shoulders. Nicky s prick bobbed insistently, inches from Brandon s mouth.
Nicky rubbed the throbbing head over Brandon s face. Trails of pre-come heated and cooled his skin.
Brandon searched with his tongue, but could only catch the briefest taste of Nicky s cock. Then Nicky
reared up, grabbed Brandon by the hair, and shoved his cock down Brandon s throat. Brandon gagged
as Nicky hissed, Fuck yeah.
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The dark, heady flavor of Nicky flowed through Brandon s body. A few seconds to recover from the
initial assault was all Nicky gave him. Then Nicky began to pound his face. Both hands gripped
Brandon s skull, keeping him steady for Nicky s thrusts. Spit-slicked and hard, Nicky s cock rammed
him. Brandon wanted to reach up, grab Nicky s ass and swallow that prick in earnest, but he couldn t.
His arms screamed with the tension. God knew he d have rope burns tomorrow. All he could do was lie
there and take what Nicky was willing to allow.
Cheeks burning and jaws aching from the strain, Brandon sucked as best he could. He could barely
breathe, the way Nicky filled him up. Nicky s fingers began to jerk and his thighs trembled. Brandon
could smell it coming in the rich musk of Nicky s body. Nicky s chants of, Shit, shit, warned him and
Brandon relaxed his throat. When Nicky s load hit, it was salty and hot. Wave after wave of it burned his
mouth. Brandon tried to hold it, to share like Nicky had, but it was too much, too far down. He gulped,
swallowing everything Nicky gave.
Still shaking, Nicky collapsed beside Brandon. His spit- and come-slicked cock softened against
Brandon s cheek. Brandon turned his head to nuzzle in the wonderful scent of Nicky and sex. He d
invent ways to make Nicky punish him, if the aftermath would always be this good.
Brandon drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He barely moved as Nicky untied him. Drifting in
the boneless, contented state, the slight burn as Nicky pulled the rope from under his body set little
aftershocks shooting under his skin. Definitely rope burns, the subtle sting of the rope s imprint lingered
on his skin. Nicky pushed at his shoulder and Brandon cracked open one eye. He hoped he managed the
glare right. It was hard to get up the will for indignant when he just felt so damned satisfied.
The look managed to raise a chuckle out of Nicky. Nicky snuggled down next to Brandon and snorted
again. We ve got to come up with a system.
Brandon mumbled. A system? Why couldn t they just go to sleep? Then they could screw around all
day tomorrow.
Yeah. Nicky twisted his nipple and Brandon growled. You know, something to tell you when I m
here. I kinda like being among the living. And earlier was a little too intense for my blood, I think.
Brandon thought for a moment. Condom on the doorknob probably wouldn t work, huh.
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Naw, probably not. This time Nicky licked up the rings in Brandon s ear. Think about it, okay.
Sounding sleepy, Nicky added, Been shot at before. Not the best feeling in the world and I really don t
want a repeat.
Brandon wormed his arm under Nicky and pulled him close. Trust me. He mouthed the words against
Nicky s skin. Nicky smelled like sex. Hell, they both smelled like sex. I ll figure out something. I d hate
to lose you. It felt so good to have Nicky in his arms. Scary, but good all the same. You know I d
never intentionally hurt you. They just fit together.
Nicky stroked his temple. I know, babe. Nicky s breath flowed warm over Brandon s neck. I trust
you.
Contributors
James Buchanan
James Buchanan is a multi-published author of homoerotic romance. James grew up in a small
Southwestern town, hours away from any other small Southwestern towns. While he practices law with
the hope of getting it right eventually, James' true love is writing. Currently, James serves as the Erotic
Authors Association Awards administrator, discussion forum moderator, and Webmaster of their
MySpace page. For more information on James and his books visit www.James-Buchanan.com.
Kiernan Kelly
Kiernan Kelly lives in the wilds of the alligator-infested U.S. Southeast, slathered in SPF 45, drinking
colorful tropical, hi-octane concoctions served by thong-clad cabana boys.
All right, the truth is that she spends her time locked in the dark recesses of her office, writing gay erotica
while chained to a temperamental Macintosh, drinking coffee, and dreaming of thong-clad cabana boys.
Sigh.
Kiernan's webpage is: http://www.kiernan-kelly.com/
HB Kurtzwilde
Byron lives deep in the wet, sticky, mosquito-ridden depths of Florida. When not busily avoiding
alligators, he scribbles out futuristic and paranormal romance, as if this is any way for a grown person to
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behave. Though he claims to be a product of higher education, evidence has not been forthcoming.
Though he has a vast collection of nicknames and often answers to the wrong ones, Byron Kurtzwilde is
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