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Quincy licked and bit and sucked on the sensitive nerve endings around his hole. He shoved his tongue inside as he cupped Lane’s balls in his hands. Lane braced his shaking legs, his hands flat on the wall as noises spilled from his throat. “Oh, you need to fuck me. You need to fuck me right the fuck now.”

Quincy growled and shut off the water. He shoved open the shower door and grabbed Lane around the waist to haul him out. Lane’s startled eyes met his own in the mirror as he braced himself on the counter with one hand and fumbled with the lube with the other. Quincy tore open the condom and rolled it down his dick, then reached around, holding out this hand for the lube, which Lane squeezed into it. His mouth fell open when Quincy brought his fingers back to his hole. He worked his fingers in Lane, his blue eyes locked onto Lane’s in the mirror. With his hair slicked back, his harsh-pretty face looked stark, almost feral and the excitement thrumming through Lane’s body stole his breath.

Neither said a word as he opened Lane up for his pleasure. Lane could barely breathe as he waited for that first, thick penetration. When it came, he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back into his head.

“You have the sexiest fucking dimples over your ass,” Quincy growled out the words as he held onto Lane’s hips, his thumbs pressed into those indentions. “I’ve never seen a sexier ass in my life.” He groaned as he pushed up deep inside and held there. “You good?”

“Good? I’m fantastic!” Lane moaned and bent over more, smiling when Quincy shoved a towel in front of him so his body wasn’t against the harsh edge of the countertop. The nubby material of the towel gave him something to thrust against too and he started to rotate his hips and move on Quincy’s dick.

“Oh yeah,” Quincy breathed. “You are so fucking hot.” He leaned over and nuzzled into Lane’s back, kissed his shoulder blade, then came up to pump into him. When Lane kept rolling his hips, Quincy stopped moving.

Lane watched him in the mirror, watched his wide eyes as he took in the way Lane moved his hips. Lane came forward, then rolled as he came back, knowing his body moved in a sinuous way that was driving Quincy out of his mind. He could see it in his expression—the way his lips stayed parted, the way he panted and his nostrils flared.

Quincy shoved forward, bringing Lane’s feet off the floor, rubbing Lane’s prostate over and over until Lane couldn’t keep moving, couldn’t do anything but take it as stars burst behind his eyelids. He cried out and rubbed his dick harder on the towel, so much harder it hurt. But Quincy sped up his movements, thrusting inside Lane faster and faster until he suddenly roared and lifted Lane clear up off the floor, holding his hips tight as he pulsed into the condom.

He didn’t even give Lane time to catch his breath before he was pulling out and dropping to his knees on the hard tile and sucking Lane’s cock deep into his throat. At the same time, he rubbed his fingers over Lane’s dilated hole, collecting lube before he shoved two fingers up inside him and nailed his prostate.

The tension built so hard and fast Lane grabbed Quincy’s head and howled, his body bowing as he spilled into that hot mouth. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

He would have fallen to the floor if Quincy hadn’t suddenly wrapped his arms around Lane’s hips and held him tight then. Quincy pressed his lips to Lane’s stomach before resting his cheek against him. Lane worked to catch his breath, staring down at the dark wet hair and how Quincy had closed his eyes as he fought to breathe himself. And he knew that he would never ever find anything like this again.

Chapter Thirteen

"Have to say," Quincy murmured as they stared at the small beach house. An older married couple lived in the house, though it only looked like they did part-time. There hadn't been any lights or movement for over an hour, so they were sure the place was empty. That and Lane had checked their social media accounts and found out they were out of town. “I expected a mansion or something. To spend that much on a poster?"

"Collectors are a quirky bunch." Lane rested his head against the back of the seat as he slouched low. "This could be a vacation home or it could just be owned by people who prefer to spend their money on collectibles. I once lifted a porcelain vase worth over two hundred thousand from a trailer. No security system, not even a sturdy lock on the door. They’d kept it in a locked hutch that was so nice I couldn’t bring myself to bust it up. Had to pick the lock. But that trailer, like this place, was completely unsecured."

"How do you know it is?” He looked over the small, two-story clapboard house. “We haven't gotten close enough to see if there's a security system."

"If there is, it doesn't matter." Lane pointed at one of the windows on the second floor.

Quincy narrowed his eyes when he saw it. “Why the hell would they go out of town and leave a window open?”

“Forgetful? The security system is either not wired to the windows, or there isn't one. I can easily scale that tree and get inside. If no one is really there, I'll just let you in the back door."

“The open window suggests someone is. Wait, you’re going to climb the tree?”

Lane snorted. “You sound so incredulous. Gymnast, remember? Pretty sure you’ve picked up on how flexible and strong I am.”

“I have and I really do have to compliment you on that fact.”

Lane couldn’t resist leaning over for a quick kiss. “Ever watched pommel horse competitions?”

“Every chance I get.”

“Liked them, huh? You know how I mentioned being decent on the rings? Well, the pommel is where I shined. Every maneuver is calculated. One mistake and it’s game over. You should see my flair and leg circles.” He winked.

“I’m so going to find a way to make that happen. I always wondered if it took more grace or brawn on that thing.”

“Grace. Muscle is important though and I’m strong. I stay that way because I’ve needed to.” He held out his arms. “These long things came in handy because I have a lot of strength in my shoulders and my skill was balance. That skill translates well to burglary. I hardly ever have to disable security systems because a lot of people leave upper windows unlocked. I always check those first.” He moved his finger to point back the way they'd come. "I saw a place a couple of blocks over where we can park the car. We’ll go through the trees in the back. I’ll grab the storage box.”

They had stopped by an office supply store and picked up a surprisingly expensive flat file box to store the poster in. Lane had a real problem with rolling up posters and Quincy deferred to his expertise because he knew nothing about them. Other than the ones he'd had on his wall as a teen. Billy Joe Armstrong and Jared Leto. He glanced over at Lane—seemed he'd always had a thing for dark-haired guys under five foot ten.

He parked the car behind a thick stand of trees and they crept back to the house.

"Do you need me to boost yo—” Quincy swallowed the rest of his question when Lane jumped and grabbed onto a branch. He dangled for a moment, grinned at Quincy, then swung his legs up to another branch.

Quincy couldn't take his eyes off the man as Lane moved through the branches with a confident grace that astonished him. The heady strength it took for the kid to lift his body weight so effortlessly made his mouth water.

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