Page 64 of The Locker Room
Christian had been a little panicked, and Xander, for once the
lighthearted one, had tried to jolly him out of it. “C"mon, Chris. We"re
going to be okay. We"ve got three-quarters of a tank of gas, even if we
turn back around to go to the next gas station.”
“Yeah, but we didn"t plan this trip so we could spend it fucking
lost!”
“Well, duh! But we"re not lost!”
Chris had glared at him, annoyed. His hair had been pulled back
into a ponytail, and some of it had curled out of the queue to pester his
face in the humidity. “Yeah? Well, where in the hell are we?”
Xander smiled. “Together.”
Chris made a show of redoing his queue before he let his smile
escape. “Together?”
“Yup.” Xander had to smirk—he knew he had the guy by the balls.
“You asshole, you really think that"s going to work with me?” It
was a full-fledged grin now, and he was looking at Xander sideways
from those vast, dark eyes.
“It already has.” Xander had taken charge then, cupping the back of
Chris"s skull and hauling him forward for a kiss that left him, literally,
weak-kneed. He"d snuck his hand under Chris"s T-shirt, unsnapped his
shorts, and pulled the lever to lean the seat back before he even broke off
the kiss. Chris found himself flat on his back, with his cock in Xander"s
hand before he could protest, and Xander gave him a quick and dirty
one-off, right there in the turnout, without another car in sight. (He was
too tall to go for the blow job. He knew; they"d already tried somewhere
in Kansas, when Chris said it was either car sex or insanity. That was
when they discovered that unless they were careful, the two things were
truly synonymous.)
Chris spilled quickly, the throb of his prick giving Xander a rush of
power and adrenaline that was like nothing he"d ever felt on the court,
