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"You're okay? It wasn't too much?" He started fluttering a little, worried.
"Baby, you made the top of my head come off -- I'm fine." Zeke stood and growled, pulling him
close. "Of course I'm going to make you pay for it."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, baby. I promise." Zeke began hustling him back up the beach to where their private cabin
overlooked the shore. "And I know you know I can deliver on that promise. You haven't seen
half of what I packed in that extra suitcase." Zeke's hand slid to his hip, fingers unerringly
finding the dark hickey that had been drawn up just that morning and digging in to it.
"Ex...Oh..." He arched, leaning back, body aching.
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"Jesus, you're sexy, baby. Making me hard all over again." Zeke's sped up, not running, but
moving them more quickly.
"I just want you." Simple as that. Well, maybe not simple.
"Feeling's more than mutual." Zeke's hand grabbed his, running with him up to the porch. Instead
of going to the bedroom, though, Zeke led him to the cabin's little kitchen.
"What are you doing, love?"
Rummaging through the fridge, Zeke looked rather pleased with himself. In a moment, Gary saw
why. "There it is!" Zeke pulled out a bottle of champagne from the fridge. "I had a feeling we'd
need this at some point."
"Are we celebrating?" He chuckled, grabbed a couple of glasses.
"Baby, number one on the New York Times bestseller list -- of course we're celebrating!"
He grinned, jumping as the cork popped, whacking the ceiling.
Laughing, Zeke filled the glasses he'd found, and then held one of them up. "Congratulations,
baby."
They clinked the glasses together, drank. Oh, man. Bubbles.
"I wanted to celebrate something else, too." Zeke spoke softly, voice serious. "I want to celebrate
us. You're the best thing to ever happen in my life."
Gary's cheeks heated, eyes on the table. "Oh. Zeke. I." What could he say? Zeke was his hero.
Zeke's fingers slid beneath his chin and tilted his head up until he met Zeke's eyes. "It's the truth,
baby."
"Love you, huh? For real." God, for a writer, he was so not articulate.
"Yeah, me too, baby. I love you." Zeke nodded and drank the rest of his champagne, and then his
hero wrapped him up in a tight hug. "Okay, enough mushy stuff. It's time to tie you up and get
my revenge for not only getting sand in my shorts, but getting sticky in them, too."
"You liked it." He dared to pat Zeke's cock, to wink.
He did love Zeke's laughter. Zeke drew him into the bedroom, eyes intent, growing heat. Their
little house was bright, full of light, sunshine. The bedroom was open, the bed soft. Everything
was right here. Real.
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Zeke laid him out on the bed, fingers sliding beneath his t-shirt and skimming it up and off.
"Mmm... look at you."
"Why, when I can look at you?" Zeke had left the force almost immediately after Ygenvy had
died, and Gary had the pleasure of the man's attention full-time.
"You do my ego good, baby." Zeke bent and kissed his belly, lips warm and soft, tongue hot and
wet. Teeth... not there yet.
"Mmm." He stretched and hummed, licking his lips. "Your mouth."
"Uh-huh. Gonna taste every inch of you, baby. Every. Single. Inch." Zeke's tongue swirled
around his navel, circling it teasingly, stabbing into it with the tip. That tickled, made him pull
away and gasp. Made him want. "Stay still, baby, or I'll have to make you."
This time Zeke's teeth got involved, scraping along his skin. His legs drew up, his gasps coming
again and again. Zeke ignored his prick and his balls. The man didn't go anywhere near his
nipples.
"I think you should turn over, baby. I have a plug in that suitcase with your name on it." Zeke
came up and gave him a quick, hard kiss. "It vibrates. It's going to make you crazy."
"Are you sure I need help with crazy?" God knew, he was getting better, but he was still a bit of
a nutcase.
Zeke's chuckles slid against his lips. "This is a good crazy, baby."
"Yeah. I'm getting better at that good crazy stuff."
"Mmm." Zeke murmured and then blew a raspberry against his neck. "Hands and knees so I can
plug you up, baby."
He rolled, ass up, almost begging for it. He loved Zeke's touch, Zeke's need. Groaning, Zeke
rubbed against his ass, Zeke's cheeks rough as they dragged over him.
He dropped his cheek to his hands, eyes closed. "You have good hands."
"Made for touching you." Those hands fondled his buttocks with broad strokes and then spread
him, Zeke's breath on his hole teasing him.
"Zeke!" He tensed, chuckling and gasping all at once.
"I could stop." Zeke didn't, though, and the breath of warm air came again before Zeke's tongue
slid along his hole, wetting his skin.
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The sound that came out of him could have been 'no'; he just wasn't sure. It didn't matter anyway,
as long as his lover didn't stop. Hot, pointed, Zeke's tongue pushed into him, wriggling just
inside the guardian ring of muscles. Gary began moving -- rocking back before pulling away,
low cry ringing out.
Zeke's tongue kept pushing, his lover's face pressed hard against his ass. His cock drew painfully
hard and he reached back, started stroking it, good and hard. The tongue fucking stopped
immediately. Zeke growled. "That's mine."
He groaned, shivered. "I need."
"But you don't know what you need. I do." Two fingers pushed into his hole, the stretch burning
just right.
"Oh..." He rippled, moaning deep and low, head tossing a little.
Zeke added the thumb, stretching him wide. "This is a big one, baby. Gotta make sure you're
ready."
"How big?" He almost came, just from the thought.
"Bigger than me." Zeke's teeth grazed the skin at the small of his back. "And it does stuff."
"Fuck." He jumped, jerking, coming up off the mattress.
"Mmm. So responsive, so sexy. You make me need, baby. Gonna make you need, too." Another
graze of Zeke's teeth accompanied a hard push of those fingers, Zeke hitting his gland.
His eyes flew open, muscles going tight. "I need. I do. More."
Zeke held up the plug, the thing life-like and large. "Here's your more, baby."
"Oh..." His hand slid back toward his cock as he stared and swallowed.
Zeke shook his head. "No touching, baby. I can see I'm going to have to tie your hands to the
headboard." Leaning back, Zeke grabbed the leather cuffs, dangling them near his face.
"I just... it feels so big." He stopped, blinked at himself. "Man, that was punny."
Zeke chuckled, fingers moving his wrists into the cuffs and then attaching them to the
headboard. He watched, the old worry trying to creep up on him and fading back.
"I'm going to take care of you, baby." Zeke settled between his legs, eyes hot on him.
"You always do. Will, right?"
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Zeke stilled, the plug resting against his opening. "You're mine, baby. For always. Always."
"Yours. Yours, Zeke. I'm free now." He pressed down, the plug started to spread him, to fill him.
"Free to fly, baby." Zeke pushed, helping it move into him.
"Yeah. Yeah, Zeke. Free to fly." Fuck him.
That plug pushed right in, tip rubbing against his gland. His toes curled and he jerked against the
cuffs. "And we haven't even turned on the vibrations yet." Zeke winked, twisting the plug and
then making sure it was seated.
"I. Full. Full, Zeke." He shifted, pulling away with a gasp.
"Yeah, just like you like it, baby." Zeke tapped the bottom of the plug and then held up a small,
black box. "This is the remote."
"Don't. I'm not ready. It's too much. I can't." His ass rippled, squeezed around the plug.
"You want a ring, baby?" Zeke didn't wait for him to answer, just grabbed a leather cock ring
from the suitcase sitting by the bed and wrapped it tightly around the base of his prick.
"Oh." His legs drew up, knees bending as a dull need filled him.
Zeke grabbed his foot and kissed his ankle, mouth moving slowly up the inside of his leg. His
eyes rolled, the soft, hot touches enough to drive him into babbling. Every now and then Zeke's
teeth would sink into the tender skin, the pain sudden and sharp and just about perfect. Gary
groaned, legs shifting, sliding on the sheets.
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