Page 132 of Sweet T

“I was trying to think of a way to soften the blow.”

“Good start.”

“You’ll be fine. Project Haven’s first two candidates interviewed and have your daddy’s approval already. They’re both moving into the Hawthorne House this week. They’ll be looking for work. The tavern is the perfect way to make contacts and acclimate.”

Tucker studied Evan, his eyes squinting with whimsical scrutiny.

“What?” Evan asked nonchalantly.

Tucker kissed him. “OK. If you say so. You know I can’t resist your hand in my pants.”

“Good. Because I’m casting Cassie as Myra, Sidney’s wife.”

“Wait. You’re taking both my new employees?”

Evan’s hand crept farther, slightly cupping Tucker’s balls before brushing past and behind. His fingers curled at Tucker’s seam, lightly stroking and inching farther.

“You’ll be fine,” Evan assured. “It’s only four weeks. We’ll get the newbies trained, and when the show’s over, you’ll have four employees, one more than you’ve ever had. You’ll be sitting pretty.”

“You sound so confident.” Tucker was breathy now. “How can you be–?”

“Because things have a way of working out. You’ll see.”

The tip of Evan’s middle finger grazed the dimple of Tucker’s entrance. He circled it, pressing ever so gently with each tiny orbit.

“Unh.” Tucker gasped.

“How many times did you jerk off in this bed?” Evan withdrew his hand and stood. He peeled his t-shirt off, exposing his ripped chest and stomach. His abrasions had healed, his flesh a canvas purely for his tattoos now. “Thousands?”

“At least. God, you’re beautiful.”

“I bet you say that to all the trapeze artists.”

“Nope. You’re The Amazing Harbuck–my one and only.”

“What would you say to The Amazing Harbuck deflowering you again, this time in your childhood bed?”

“I would say shut the door and lock it.”

Evan did. Tucker stood and began undressing. He went to the window, parting the blinds. “They’re still out by the pool. We have plenty of time.”

When he turned around, he saw Evan standing a few feet away, naked, hard as a rock. Tucker couldn’t help but stare at him.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.”

“What are you thinking?” Evan went to the box on the dresser.

“I’m wondering where we could put a sex sling in the new house.”

Evan turned, lube and hand towel in hand. “And to think... you were so innocent when we met.”

Two months into their relationship, they’d found a comfortable groove sexually. Tucker most often played catcher to Evan’s all-star pitching. Occasionally, about once a month, they’d switch things up, though. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. But Evan liked having the option of taking his slugger deep every once in a while. They were growing more and more accustomed to each other’s bodies, discovering new pleasure centers and ways to broaden their intimacy.

Tucker sat on the bed. Evan walked over to him and Tucker took Evan’s cock in his mouth. He sucked it in slow pulls, stopping at the tip periodically and circling the crown with his tongue while tugging at Evan’s balls.

“Oh, that feels good,” Evan said, breath increasing. “What are you in the mood for?”

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