Page 199 of The Locker Room
he spoke, his voice was strained.
“Cuddle later, fuck now!” he demanded, and Xander pulled back,
grinned fiercely into his face, and said, “Pushy bottom!” before opening
his mouth and taking Chris in all the way to the back of his throat.
He couldn"t always do that—Chris was really hung—but when he
wanted it bad enough, when he"d been craving the taste of Chris for,
goddammit,six fucking weeks, it was easy. Breathing was secondary,
there was no need for breathing when he could have Chrisinside him,
when Chris was panting and begging and thrusting his hips forward and
fucking Xander"s mouth and whimpering… oh God, was that a
whimper? Xander growled and lunged forward, swallowing hard, and
reaching behind Chris to find his favorite place and play with it.
He grunted in surprise when he found the soft, small rubber plug
back there, waiting for him.
“I was afraid you wouldn"t take charge,” Chris grunted when he
felt Xander"s tug on it. In response, Xander wrenched it out without
mercy, and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed when Chris
dumped come down his throat.
Chris was shaking, his knees were trembling, and his fingers went
limp after clenching in Xander"s hair hard enough to hurt. He went
boneless in Xander"s arms as Xander released him and rubbed his cheek
on the tails of Chris"s shirt, but Xander wouldn"t let him.
“I"m gonna fuck you,” he threatened. “I"m gonna strip you, and
take you, and make you scream all over again, you hear me?”
Chris clenched him to his middle again, and whimpered, and
begged. “Please? Oh, God, Xander. I need you… God, I missed you…
just fuck me… need you inside me somehow… don"t care how….”
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Chris"s tux hit the ground, and he toed his way out of his shoes as
Xander stripped everything that was left of his own clothes and then…
