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He wanted to touch it, but… but they were exposed, in the middle

of the locker room, and discovery—by anybody—would be disastrous.

He kept an eye out, his ears open, but he moved in behind Chris,

pulled him back, supported Chris against his naked body. Chris would be

safe in his arms.

Chris had been loved all his life,protectedall his life. He relaxed

easily into Xander"s embrace, and started making breathy little moans as

he pleasured himself. Xander studied his profile, liking the way his

mouth tightened, the way he worried his lower lip with his teeth. He

wanted to close his eyes and bury his face in the hollow of Chris"s neck,

but he didn"t dare. It was his job to watch out for them. It was his job to

keep them safe.

It was almost over anyway. Chris had been quiet so far, keeping his

noises to himself, but suddenly the sound of his fist smacking in the wet

of the soap and water got loud, and he shuddered in Xander"s arms. He

groaned harshly, and Xander watched, transfixed, as his come shot out,

mixing with the water pounding on them and running down the drain.

They stood there, panting for a moment, and then a sound,

probably nothing, from outside made Xander stiffen. They separated

quickly, their naked skin peeling apart with reluctance, and both of them

turned toward the wall and started rinsing their hair as some sort of

cover.

In a minute, when it looked like nobody was coming, they breathed

out a sigh of relief. Xander tilted his head and threw the water out of his

eyes, and Chris grinned at him, that same cocky grin, but this time sleepy

and sated and proud.

“Next time, it"s your turn,” he said, giving Xander a meaningful

look at his privates. Xander blushed and nodded, and wondered at the

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