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  Billy knocked on the door with the toe of his boot, hands filled with grocery bags and tomorrow morning's donuts and a twelve pack of beer and his briefcase and his laptop and his dry-cleaning and some roast beef sandwiches from the deli for supper tonight. "Johnson! Man! You home? My hands are full."

  He kicked again. If he had to put everything down to find his keys, he'd never figure out how to pick everything back up and then it was back and forth and back and forth and sure as shit some asshole'd steal something.

  "Johnson? Bird? Open up!"

  "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Where’s the fire?"

  The door opened. "Oh. Billy, man, you should be here -- there's a big mound of stuff at the front door. I think it was knocking, even."

  "Jackass." He stumbled in, chuckling. "I didn't want to make another trip down to the Jeep again."

  "You should have called me on your cell phone." Johnson was still laughing at him, but his arms were suddenly carrying a lot less. "Good grief, is there any errand you didn't do?"

  "Hmm... I didn't go to the movie store, and I didn't go get a new battery for my good watch." He followed Johnson into the kitchen, stopping to deposit the suits and uniforms in the hall closet and his briefcase in his office. "I got your uniforms while I was out. My suits were done."

  "Are you sure they're mine? Last week they switched 'em with some guy named Bob. Now, while I don't mind folks calling me Bob -- he was about your height, and I was singing soprano until they found Bob and we got our overalls switched back."

  "I'm pretty sure, Bird. I held them up and was looking right at the crotch." He cackled, putting the milk in the fridge and bumping hips with his Bird.

  Johnson laughed. "Perv."

  "Who? Me? No..." He chuckled. "I got roast beef sandwiches for supper."

  Bird's eyebrow went up. "And pervs don't do roast beef sandwiches for supper?"

  "Huh?" It took him half a second, then he grinned. "Nope. These are non-perv sandwiches, deli-guaranteed."

  "Well, color me disappointed -- I thought I'd shacked up with an honest-to-goodness perv."

  They finished putting up the food, and he pushed into Bird's arms. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

  "Does that mean perv is back on the menu?" Johnson grinned at him, tugging him close.

  "All fucking weekend long." He raised his face for a kiss, hungry for Bird's taste.

  "Hallefuckinglujah."

  Johnson's mouth closed over his, hard and hot and good. He moaned, tongue pressing into Johnson's lips, arms wrapping around the man's neck. Johnson rubbed them together, those hands sliding along his back, over his ass, fingers searching for bruises that just weren't there -- it had been so long since they'd managed more than a quick hand or blow job.

  "Sixty hours, Bird. Sixty straight hours for nothing but what we want."

  "Oh, we can get up to some pervy shit in sixty hours, Dallas."

  "You think? You got ideas, Mr. Bird?" He nuzzled Johnson's jaw, nipping. "All your marks are gone."

  "Oh, I've got ideas. Most of them involve marking you back up again."

  "Only most?" He nipped harder, cock pressing against the zipper of his slacks.

  "Hey, we need to sleep at least a few hours." Johnson nipped back, chewing on his lower lip.

  "Uh-huh." But only a few. He grinned up into Johnson's eyes, hands stroking his lover's temples, jaw.

  "Most of my plans involve being horizontal." Bird nuzzled into his touch.

  "Mmm... sandwiches can wait, Bird."

  "What sandwiches?" Johnson asked, walking him backward toward the bedroom.

  He started unbuttoning Johnson's shirt, nodding. So good. Johnson got them to the bedroom before those long fingers started pulling off his clothes, making short work of his suit coat, his tie, his dress shirt, having a little more trouble with his belt.

  Billy wiggled, working Johnson's pants open, pushing them down over that fine ass. "Mmm."

  "Oh, fuck... damn, I've missed this." Johnson pushed back into his hands.

  "Yeah. Been too fucking long." He leaned forward, licking at one of Johnson's nipples.

  Johnson groaned, hands dropping to his shoulders and -- not shoving, more suggesting. "Maybe not everything's horizontal after all..."

  He tugged Johnson over so he could sit on the bed, tongue sliding over the weeping slit of Johnson's heavy cock.

  Johnson half chuckled, half moaned. "Saving your -- oh, God, right there -- knees, Dallas?"

  "Mmm-hmm... Helping the height difference a tad." He hummed, fucking that pretty cock with his tongue. Johnson didn't answer him, just kind of made a little choking noise, hands grabbing his shoulders and holding on tight. He started sucking, head bobbing faster and faster, cheeks hollowing as he pulled.

  "Billy! Fuck. Oh." Johnson's hips started moving, fucking his mouth as he sucked.

  Yeah. Billy reached up, tweaking Johnson's nipples, tugging in time with the thrusts. Johnson gave a strangled cry and came hard, spunk pouring down his throat. He moaned, sucking and licking and draining those heavy balls dry. Fuck, yeah.

  Johnson pulled out and pushed him down onto the bed, kissing him eagerly, tongue sweeping through his mouth for a taste. He opened wide, lips bruising at the pressure, tongue sliding up alongside his Bird's. One of Johnson's hands wrapped around his hip, fingers digging in, and he could feel the bruises forming beneath them, as the pressure broke the blood vessels and make him hot. Billy pushed into the touch and whimpered into Johnson's mouth, his cock throbbing with the sensation.

  "You're so sexy. Make me need, Billy." Johnson's hand slid, wrapped around his prick, and pulled hard.

  He bucked, came with a low cry. God, it felt good, just getting the edge off and knowing this was the beginning, just the start.

  Bird kept kissing him, tongue pushing deep, hand moving on him, pulling out every sensation. It made him melty, made him ache deep inside. Made him arch into Johnson's body. Made him stay hard. Johnson was all teeth and hands, fingers bruising him, urgently spreading marks over his skin.

  "Oh, fuck. Bird. Gonna feel you for days..." He spread wide, rocked up into the touches.

  "Yeah." Bird nuzzled his neck, nose sliding over his skin as those long fingers pressed into the softness of the insides of his thighs. He spread wider, chin lifting, balls drawing up tight. Bird bit at his nipple, while those fingers pushed behind his balls to press on the smooth skin beyond them.

  "Harder." He bore down, riding the ache.

  Johnson didn't waste time asking what he wanted harder. Instead, Bird bit and twisted his nipple, while one big thumb rubbed hard along his perineum.

  "Yes!" He bucked, eyes rolling in his head. Johnson's other hand grabbed his cock, jacking him roughly. "Bird. Bird, man. I. Fucking shit."

  "Just let go, Billy. We've got all fucking night, and I'm planning to use it."

  "All night. God, yes. All fucking..." His toes curled, and his knees drew up.

  One of Bird's fingers pushed right into him, the other hitting that perfect spot along the smooth patch of skin. He screamed as he shot, heels drumming on the ground. Bird groaned and licked his way up along Billy's belly, cleaning the come as he went.

  "Bird. Damn." He gasped, blinking a little.

  "Yeah." Johnson settled beside him, tugged him close. "You still want those sandwiches? We could have supper in bed."

  "Man, that sounds perfect. I'm so fucking tired of working." He was exhausted, bone deep.

  "Yeah, they need to cut you some slack. You stay and nap. I'll go get those sandwiches you brought home."

  Bird gave him a kiss and tucked him in.

  He was going to get spoiled. It was a damned fine feeling.

  ***

  For his birthday, the b
oys at the garage got him a whole box full of porn. Everything from boring guy on girl action to nasty, raunchy BDSM shit. And the fuckers had taken off all the labels. He should have just tossed them, but at the same time... well he just had to know, so he was, slowly but surely, making his way through them.

  Billy walked into the door as he was watching some guy fuck a blonde with boobs so fake they didn't even move as she bounced. "Uh. Hi. That's... Really friggin' scary, Bird."

  "You should have seen the one I just watched. Three guys gangbanging this real sweet little bottom. Of course he got to spank them all at the end -- that was pretty hot." He grinned, rubbing his prick which suddenly was a lot more interested in the proceedings now that Billy was there.

  "The boys went all out, did they?" Billy grinned, shook his head before coming over and leaning down for a kiss. "Happy birthday, Mr. Bird."

  He purred, leaning his head back to deepen the kiss. "Thank you very much, Dallas. And as a matter of fact I'd say the boys outdid themselves. Twenty five porno tapes, and not a single readable label."

  "Oh-ho! Twenty five? I'm fucking impressed. Anything good?" He got another kiss and another, Billy's lips warm and soft.

  He pulled Billy down into his lap. "There was one that had me choking the old chicken. The star reminded me of you."

  "Oh?" His lover pinked right up, settling easily over his thighs. "Short and square?"

  "Good looking with the finest skin I have ever seen." He slid his hand along Billy's cheek. "Of course he didn't bruise up nearly as nicely as you do."

  "He didn't have you." The words were whispered, as those lips covered his and Billy's tongue slid in to taste.

  He purred into Billy's mouth, hands sliding down to that beautiful ass. Billy moaned into his lips, hips rocking and pushing into his hands. The TV provided an obscene soundtrack for them as they kissed and moved against each other.

  "Mmm... you want your present from me now or later, Bird?" Billy's lips were so hot, trailing against him.

  "I thought you were my present." He held Billy's butt tight -- he wasn't giving this gift back.

  "I've been yours for a while. But there's a package for you in the bedroom." Billy rubbed back against his hands, moaning low.

  Well, extra gift or not, he still wasn't letting go. "You now, gift later," he muttered, nipping at that sweet lower lip.

  "Oh, good." Billy opened wide, moaning against his mouth.

  He growled and shifted, turning them so Billy was lying beneath him on the sofa. "Gonna fuck you hard and long."

  "Promises, promises." Billy tugged at his shirt, legs going to wrap around his waist.

  "Don't you worry, I'm going to follow through." He pulled his shirt up over his head and tore at Billy's, impatient and wanting.

  Billy's buttons went flying the shirt catching at Billy's wrists and trapped those arms in the cloth. He started biting at the beautiful pale skin, while he rubbed against Billy's legs. Billy strained beneath him, trying to work his own hands free while meeting each biting kiss. Johnson pulled Billy's pants down to his ankles, effectively trapping his lover right there on the couch.

  "Bird. Fuck. Love." Billy's cock was bobbing, kissing that flat belly with its wet tip.

  "Yeah. Gonna fuck you." He licked at Billy's cock, groaning at the sweetsalt flavor.

  "So fucking hot. Bird. Johnson. Oh, fuck." Billy whimpered, twisted, bucking up beneath him.

  He bit at Billy's nipples and then those sweet abs, the teeth marks he left behind dark and lurid. Billy turned, offering him that pretty ass, wrists and ankles still caught up as his lover begged for it. Moaning, he leaned in and bit one sweet cheek, his cock throbbing as his teeth bit in. Billy's low cry made that throbbing worse, and his lover's body jerked away from him before pushing back..

  He moved to suck up a small mark in the small of Billy's back, fingers digging into the unmarked ass cheek.

  "Bird!" Billy rocked against him, moaning and shifting, skin fucking hot.

  "Yeah, you got it in one." He chuckled and rubbed his chin along Billy's spine, the day's growth scraping the skin gently.

  "Tease..." Billy pulled his legs up underneath him, hips rocking. "God, you make me hot."

  He dragged his stubble back down along Billy spine all the way to that fine ass and then parted the lovely cheeks, as he rubbed the sensitive flesh around Billy's hole. The ring of muscles tensed, twitched for him, grew tight.

  Purring, he started lapping at Billy's asshole, fingers bruising as they held Billy's ass cheeks apart. Shaking, crying out, pushing back into him, Billy was going crazy, balls bumping his chin, ass trembling under his hands. He got Billy's hole good and wet and then started going for broke, as he fucked that sweet hole with his tongue.

  "Oh. Bird. Johnson. Fuck me. Want your cock. Oh, fuck, can't reach my prick like this. So hot. Fuck. Fuck."

  Oh, shit. When Billy begged it went right to his fucking balls, and he wanted bad. He manhandled Billy onto his back, tugged off the trapped trousers and then pushed the short, muscled legs up over his shoulders. He shoved in to the tightest, hottest fucking place he knew.

  Billy's eyes rolled, a happy, harsh scream filling the air; that dark cock throbbed, hole gripping his prick.

  "Yeah. Fuck yeah." He started fucking Billy, giving his lover everything he had. Billy took it all, body rippling, muscles straining.

  So fucking beautiful, folded up beneath him, fucking marks painting that pretty skin. He bent Billy farther and brought their lips together. Billy opened right up to him, whimpering and moaning into his mouth, lips wrapping around his tongue and sucking hard. He could feel Billy's prick between their bellies, hard and rubbing. He broke the kiss and braced his hands on the couch next to Billy's head, staring down into those blue eyes as he slammed into Billy.

  "I love you. Love you. Oh, Bird. I..." Billy's eyes went wide, body going stiff as heat spread between them.

  He held still while Billy's ass rippled around his cock, and then he jerked in a few more times, shouting as he came hard.

  "Oh. Oh, happy birthday." Billy nuzzled, licked at him.

  He eased Billy's legs down and settled on his lover with a happy sigh. "Thanks, Billy -- it is now."

  He got a warm grin. "Flatterer."

  "Oh, yeah, it's just flattery. That fucking awesome sex we just had? Flattery." He winked and nuzzled, licked at a mark on Billy's neck.

  "Oh, man. No. That fucking awesome sex we just had? That's just sheer God-given talent on our parts."

  He laughed, and his cock slipped out of Billy. He settled, placing a kiss on one of Billy's nipples. Then he remembered what Billy had said earlier, and he popped back up. "Did you say present?"

  A soft laugh sounded. "I did say present."

  "Cool. Now I searched you pretty thoroughly, so I know it's not on you. Where is it?"

  "In the bedroom under my side of the bed in the shiny blue paper."

  He gave Billy a quick kiss and was at the door before he thought to look back and ask. "I can get it now, right?"

  "Hell, yes." Billy rolled up, stripping the rest of the way. "You want a beer?"

  "Sure."

  He found the present right where Billy said it would be. A rectangular box, not really heavy, but not exactly light either. It didn't make any noise when he shook it. He brought it into the den, grinning as Billy came in with two beers. "It's not a breadbox, is it?" he asked with a wink.

  "Nope." Billy was bouncing a little, eyes shining. "At least it wasn't when I wrapped it."

  He laughed and carefully picked at the tape holding the bright paper together.

  "Oh, man. Just open it! I want to know if you like it!"

  He chuckled, knowing Billy hated it when he was careful with the paper. "It's so pretty, I don't want to rip the paper."

  "I'm going to bite your butt, Johnson." Billy rolled his eyes, nudging.

  He put the present down and rolled over, ass up. "Go on then."

  "Argh!" Billy pounced, wrapped surpr
isingly strong arms around his hips as sharp teeth marked him. He yelped, cock jerking and starting to fill. "That's right. Biting your butt." Billy growled, nipping again and again. "Teasing me. Beautiful bastard."

  "Shit, Billy, I'm never going to get it open if you get me all riled up." His voice was husky, cock keeping on getting hard.

  "You offered." Billy licked and nuzzled. "Open your present."

  "Only after you brought it up," he argued and pushed his ass back toward Billy before rolling back to sit properly. "And don't think once it's open, I'm not putting you to work again." He grinned and leaned in to kiss Billy. God, he loved this man.