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“Hey, look where we are—I’m programmed for this track here.” Joe looked entirely
unapologetic.
“I’d love that. Hell, I’d like just having you guys around. Having breakfast or a bath.”
Damon was learning the little things were just as important.
“So are we all saying this is something we want?” Tork asked, looking at each of them in
turn.
Erik nodded, no hesitation at all, and Damon looked to Joe.
“Hell, out of all of you, I reach out the most,” Joe reminded them. “Of course I’m in.”
“Damon?” Tork asked, attention shifting back to him.
Damon met everyone’s eyes, one after another. “You know the cancer... I might not beat
it.” He didn’t know if that was something they could handle.
“Shut the fuck up,” growled Joe. “Of course you are.”
Erik and Tork chimed in their agreement.
“I intend to, but I might not. I might not and I’ll need more help than ever.”
“Then it totally makes sense for us to all be in one place,” Tork pointed out. “If we’re all
living in the same place, then we’re all there for you more often. I think it just makes sense.”
Tork was waving the spoon around as he spoke.
Damon nodded. “I just wanted to give you all the out.”
Tork snorted. “Since when have you known any of us to say shit we don’t mean?”
Damon chuckled then started to laugh, and God, it felt good.
Tork, Erik and Joe all looked at him like he was doing something incredible.
Joe took a huge bite of ice cream. “Okay, Tork. Find us a house.”
“Done.” Tork popped another bite of ice cream into Damon’s mouth.
Oh, that was so good. So good and he opened his mouth for another bite. Tork leaned in
and kissed him, just quickly, tongue slipping in for a second. Then he was fed another bite of ice
cream, the little cookie bits crunching.
“That’s hot, watching Tork feed him.” Erik was such a dork.
“Uh-huh. I could jack off right here while they do that.” Joe was an even bigger one.
Tork grinned, winked at Damon. “It’s hot doing it. Our Cricket is one sexy dude.”
“Flattery.” He knew better.
“Not me,” countered Tork. “You all call me ‘mother’ for a reason. Feeding you just puts
the cherry on top for me.”
Erik chuckled. “He’s just grateful Joe’s not still reaming him.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tork could almost pull innocent off.
Almost.
“Shit, my cock is bruised from your tight ass.”
Tork and Erik laughed and wow, Damon loved these guys. So much it hurt.
“It’s going to be okay.” He said that a lot.
They all did. He hoped they were all right.
Chapter Five
Tork was itching to start looking for a house for them, but that wasn’t what this weekend
was about and they had a pact that they left their cell phones at the door. And that included
anything to connect to the net with, so no laptops or iPads or any of that shit.
Man was he getting old? That he’d rather look for a house for all of them than get his
rocks off? Maybe the problem was that his ‘tops’ were currently both snoring.
Damon looked over at him from the sofa, dark eyes burning a little. “I want you to stroke
yourself off for me.”
“What?” It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard, it had just surprised him, the sexual direction
from Damon.
“You heard me. Come here so I can see.”
“Yes, Sir.” His cock was firming up, this side of Damon so unexpected and hot. Hot.
“You want me in a chair?” On the floor? At Damon’s feet? Anything his lover wanted. Anything
at all.
“Get a pillow and kneel for me. I want to see it all.”
Tork whimpered, his cock going the rest of the way hard immediately.
Grabbing a pillow off the chair in the kitchen, he brought it into the living room and set it
on the floor so Damon would have the best view.
“Mmm. Perfect.” Damon watched him like a hawk, so focused.
It made Tork wriggle. He got on his knees and slid his hands down over his chest, toward
his cock.
“Mmm. Work your nips for me first. I know you like that.”
“What do you want me to do with them?” He slid his hands back up.
“Little touches until they ache.”
Groaning, he ran his fingertips lightly across his nipples, a full shiver going through him.
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