Page 213 of Men in Shorts

His toes curled now as he devoured Brodie. This simple signal of Duncan’s excitement and delight sent jolts of both through Brodie’s body.

He scrabbled at the snow-soft sheet beneath him, trying to grab hold. The sheet was too taut to clutch, so he seized the edge of the bed and clung on.

Duncan made a questioning noise, his throat vibrating against the head of Brodie’s cock.

“Yessss…please,” was the only possible response.

Duncan quickened his strokes, keeping a steady rhythm, one that led to a singular destination.

Brodie bit his lip and let out a half-moan, half-whimper. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t…” His neck arched, shifting his view from Duncan to the glimmering canopy above.

The faerie lights blurred, like stars behind clouds, as Brodie’s orgasm burst forth. He clutched at Duncan’s sides with his feet, his legs jerking with each spasm.

At last he went limp, sinking into the mattress’s gracious embrace.

Duncan made a dreamy hum as he swallowed. Then he laid his cheek against Brodie’s thigh. “I pure missed the taste of you.”

Brodie was still beyond words, managing only a low laugh infused with euphoria. The twinkling glows above him came back into focus, clearer with each long, slow blink.

Then all at once, the lights went out.

* * *

Duncan peered around the showroom.The only remaining illumination came from the soft red glow of emergency lighting.

“Is it just me,” Brodie said, “or…”

“It’s not just you.” Duncan sat up and slid off the bed. “I’m notthatgood.”

“I thought maybe I’d developed a brand-new superpower.”

Duncan laughed. “By day he’s a mild-mannered psychology student. But at night he prowls the city streets as…Orgasmo!” He found his trousers on the floor and pulled his phone from one of the pockets. There was a single message from a few minutes ago:

Mum

Leaving the rink to come home, in case you needed a heads-up ;)

She must have thought he and Brodie were making up back at the flat. Nice of her to give a warning.

Using his phone’s flashlight, he followed the canopy’s faerie-light flex down to where it inserted into the power strip beneath the foot of the bed.

“One of these sockets is connected to the timer,” he told Brodie, “which shuts everything off at midnight. So I should be able to…” He unplugged the flex, then plugged it into a different socket. The bed’s faerie lights glowed again, looking more enchanting than ever with the rest of the room in darkness. “Voilà!”

Brodie applauded softly. “You are a man of many talents.”

Duncan tossed his phone on top of his trousers and went to climb back into bed.

“Stay right there.” Brodie rolled onto his side. “I want to look at your gorgeous self for a second. We undressed so quickly, I didn’t really see you before.”

Duncan heated under Brodie’s dark gaze, full of hunger and happiness. It roamed over him, lingering on his chest before descending.

Brodie licked his lips, and Duncan’s cock stiffened in an instant.

“It’s not fair if you’re the only one cold.” Brodie pushed back the duvet and shifted over to sit on the edge of the bed. He spread his thighs, then beckoned Duncan to stand between them.

Duncan stepped forward into the warm hold of Brodie’s legs. He closed his eyes as Brodie ran his hands over his chest and hips. Lately, Duncan had felt increasingly disconnected from his own body (when he wasn’t playing football, at least). But now, Brodie was reintroducing him to every inch of his own skin, muscle, and bone, making it all real again.

Brodie began to massage his glutes with greedy fingers. Duncan’s cock jerked in response. Brodie twitched an eyebrow at the sight, then bent over and drew the tip into his mouth.

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