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pocketful of steak cubes if you want to get Mercury out of your sister"s
room. I swear, I think she"s been feeding him bacon in the middle of the
night!”),and Xander"s harem (“They"re nice to have around, okay? But
they"re not you. Besides. They keep treating me like some sort of exotic
pet. Come see the big gay basketball player—he"s white, he"s awkward,
and if we “accidentally” use his in-home waxing appointment when he"s
out with the dogs, he"s really really hairy!”).
Chris had laughed after that last one and stroked Xander"s smooth
chest with a droll lift to his eyebrow. Xander blushed.
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“I made another appointment,” he mumbled. “This one at the salon
so three women wouldn"t get all squeally about getting their pubes
waxed by the cute guy who makes the home visits.”
Chris closed his eyes and laughed some more. “Isn"t Robbie…?”
“Gay? Yeah. I didn"t have the heart to tell them—it was just too
tragic.”
Xander thought Chris would laugh again, but he didn"t. Instead, he
looked up into Xander"s rather sheepish expression and grew sober, then
pulled Xander into another kiss. This time was slow, and quiet. They
came in each other"s hands because kissing was the point, stroking bare
patches of skin, touching lips to eyebrows, temples, the side of the neck,
under the jaw, behind the ear. When they were done they took a shower,
and then sat side by side on the bed, eating room service, watching an
old movie. (The Great Escape—it was one of Chris"s dad"s favorites, and
the two boys had become fans.)
They managed to make love one more time before they fell asleep.
WHEN Xander woke up he was sitting up in bed, and Chris"s arms were
wrapped around his chest, and he was screaming into his bitten palm.
He caught his breath, and Chris pulled him back down onto the
bed, holding his big body while it shook the dream out.
