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Joe flushed as he trailed his eyes down Austin’s body—his dick wasn’t getting hard again without chemical intervention, no matter how that gaze made Austin feel—until it rested between Austin’s legs, at which point he seemed to realize he hadn’t just fucked Austin on their kitchen table, he’d fucked himraw.“Jesus, uh—” He swallowed.“Guess we got a little carried away, but it’s—I’m so sorry, I promise I—”
Austin put him out of his misery.“Joe.I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess you were tested when you figured out Paul was cheating on you.”
Joe exhaled shakily.“Yeah, obviously.Right after and then again a couple months later.”
“And I’m gonna go a little farther out on that limb and say those test results were either negative of anything serious or you got treated for the clap or whatever—”
Joe flushed.“They were negative,” he muttered.“Jesus.”
“—because otherwise you would’ve told me about it before we fucked the first time.So we’re fine.”Because Austin was not going to sayit was hot.Joe’s ego did not need any stroking at this point.“Other than someone’s gonna have to disinfect this table, and I think it should be you.”
“I think I have to peel you off it first,” Joe offered after a moment.
“Maybe get a towel,” Austin suggested, “’cause, like, if I stand up—” He was going to leave a trail all the way to the bathroom, was what he was getting at.
“Yeah, uh….”And then Joe bent and pressed his shoulder to Austin’s chest, grabbed his arm, and stood again, now with Austin slung over his shoulder.“Maybe I should just…?”
“Jesus,” Austin laughed.“You better not drop me.”
Joe didn’t drop him.He carried him all the way to the bathroom and deposited him in the shower, then retreated to resanctify the kitchen table before their come could become a permanent part of the finish.
Austin was debating whether to get out of the shower or plug the drain and sink into a relaxing bath when the curtain pulled back and Joe climbed in with him, half hard again.
“Keep that thing away from my ass.”Austin might’ve had a good time, but there werelimits.But Joe just grinned and kissed him and then buried his face and his teeth in Austin’s neck, his cock rubbing between their bellies until he spilled between them.
Breathing hard, Austin fumbled one-handed to turn off the water, which was running lukewarm.“All right,” he said, “is this a side effect of that whole ‘taking it slow’ thing, or is this just, like, part of actual dating nobody told me about?”
“Fuck if I know,” Joe said without removing his head from Austin’s shoulder.“I definitely never made Paul do that three times in a row.”
Austin snorted and nudged him aside so he could grab their towels.
They dried off, and Austin stole one of Joe’s hoodies and a pair of pajama pants because he didn’t trust his legs to take him up the stairs.Then he popped a couple Advil in anticipation of a new and interesting set of aches tomorrow and looked for something good on TV while Joe went to collect Pepa from Linda’s.The kittens had been released from their breezeway prison and took their time inspecting the house, as if to make sure Joe and Austin hadn’t burned the place down in their exile, then lined up to greet Pepa and Joe at the door.
It was sweet.Domestic.Utterly ruinous too, to know life could be like this—fun and hot and overwhelmingly filthy sex, preceded by a nice family dinner and followed up with a shower and cuddling on the couch watchingThe Muppet Christmas Carol.Austin’s life had never been so full.
So naturally the peaceful evening was interrupted by frantic knocking at the front door.
Chapter Twenty
JOE LAYloose-limbed on the couch, playing with Austin’s unbound hair while he pretended to rewatch Gonzo narrate a Christmas classic.
He was too pleasure-drunk to focus that intensely on anything.Well, other than the memory of Austin laid out on the table, begging and squirming on Joe’s cock.Joe had always considered himself more verse than anything, but after tonight he understood the appeal of exclusive topping.To do otherwise almost felt criminal.A waste of that delicious ass.
Mm, speaking of, maybe Austin would be willing to let Joe kiss it better in the morning?He probably wouldn’t want to take Joe’s dick again so soon.Joe remembered the days after his first time.Which, he couldn’t believe Austin hadn’t told him.Well, he could—it was totally in character.Maybe Joe should have guessed, what with the way Austin seemed to blow hot and cold on the idea.
Joe was mid sleepy-morning-rimjob-fantasy when the knock startled Pepa to her feet.She looked toward the front hall, and Joe and Austin shared a look.It was late on Christmas Day.Whoever, whatever, was at the door couldn’t be good news.
Dread formed a pit in Joe’s stomach.No.Not today.
He pushed those thoughts away, refusing to borrow trouble, and hoisted himself off the couch.
“Should I—”
Joe shook his head.“I’ll holler if I need help.”
He swallowed and metaphorically crossed all his fingers and toes before he gripped the doorknob and swung the door open.
Will stood on the porch, a backpack slumped at his feet.
