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Bean literally bounced in his seat. "Fan-fucking-tastic! I haven't had a good fuck since--" Bean cackled. "This morning."

  "Dude, that's hours!" He hadn't laughed so much in days.

  "I know! Forever, right?"

  "Eons." God, this was fun.

  "I don't know how I've managed all day without my dick falling off."

  "Anticipation. It's a perfect cure for that."

  Bean chuckled and spread his legs where he sat. "Well, if blood flow is good for it, then I'm in business." He rubbed himself through his jeans.

  "Save that for me. I want to you come around my cock."

  "Oh, fuck, yes. Whatever you want, Clay."

  He grinned. He'd already been very, very clear about what he wanted, really. Hot water, hot sex. With Bean. Bean was nearly vibrating by the time he pulled the pickup into his driveway.

  "Let's go, man. There's a shower with our names on it."

  "You got my name engraved on your shower? I'm touched, man."

  He snorted and swatted Bean's ass but good. Grinning, Bean stuck his ass out and wiggled it. That made him pinch and squeeze before he unlocked the door.

  Bean jumped and laughed and pressed close, following him in. "God, you make me fucking giddy."

  "That's good. Fucking is good. Giddy is good, so long as you get hard." He winked, goosed Bean again.

  "Get? I'm way beyond 'get hard.'" Bean closed the door behind him and turned to push up against his thigh, proving that yes, indeed, he was very hard.

  "Hey. Welcome back." Clay slid his hand behind Bean's head, tilted it back, and took a hard, long kiss.

  Bean opened right up for him, tongue touching his, arms sliding around his waist, easy as pie. They settled right together, and Clay fucked Bean's lips lazily, priming the pump, so to speak. Bean's hips started to move with the same rhythm as his tongue, rubbing up all over him. Clay nodded, hands on Bean's hips, directing the man. Sweet, needy moans fed into his mouth, Bean so fucking sensual.

  It worked for him. He liked a man that liked sex.

  "Can I come, Clay?"

  "Over and over and over, but once tonight, I want you to come on my cock." He'd let Bean decide whether he'd get it up again.

  "Oh, fuck, yes. I'll get it up again, Clay, I swear. For that cock? I'll get it up as often as you need me to."

  "Fucking A." He leaned back into the kisses, focusing on those swollen lips.

  Bean kept rubbing, wild and eager in his arms. Hungry little fucker. He bit and nibbled, hips pushing them together.

  "Gonna," moaned Bean. "Oh, fuck. Gonna."'

  He sucked Bean's bottom lip in, biting it, just a little bit. Bean cried out, body jerking in his arms. He could fucking smell the man's come.

  "Mmm. Shower." He started muscling Bean toward the bathroom.

  "Yeah, 'cause some of us are sticky and gross. Not to mention dirty."

  "Yep." He could have a nice grin over that.

  Bean started stripping as soon as they got to the bathroom. Clay did the same, turning on the water to heat.

  "Look at you, man. You make me all hard again."

  He flexed, showing off a little bit. He knew he looked good. Moaning, Bean reached out to trace his pecs, squeeze his biceps.

  "Pretty man." He let his belly ripple.

  "Me? I'm just a skinny old beanpole. Now you? You're a stud."

  "Mmm. You've got a tight ass." He grabbed said ass and squeezed. Hard.

  Bean groaned for him, pushed into his hand. "It's all yours."

  "Excellent." He grabbed a rubber, muscled them into the water, pressed Bean up against the tile. "My turn."

  "Oh, fuck, yes." Bean spread his legs.

  The conditioner made a perfectly reasonable lube, and he slicked his fingers up, pushing two in deep.

  "Yes. Yes." Bean pushed back, taking his fingers and wordlessly begging for more.

  "Hot man." He opened Bean up, moving that tight little hole.

  "Hot for you, Clay. Want you inside me."

  "Soon." He worked a little harder. "You ready?"

  "Fuck yes. Can't you tell?" Bean's ass pushed back toward him.

  He swatted that tight ass again, then gloved up, slicking his prick.

  Whimpering, Bean pushed back demandingly. "Come on. Come on."

  He lined up and pushed in, spreading Bean without hesitation. Bean pushed back into his invasion, ass clamping down tight around him. He bit out a tight curse, then rolled forward, insisting that Bean take him in. Bean relaxed his muscles long enough for him to go deep, and then tightened around him again.

  "Fuck, yeah." He pulled out slowly, then slammed in again.

  "Faster."

  "Mmmhmm." He grunted, started fucking hard and quick, driving them both higher.

  Bean worked with him, pushing back into every thrust and making the best noises.

  "Hot man." He set his teeth against Bean's shoulder.

  "Fucking burning, man. For you."

  "Good." He leaned in, humping hard. "Thought about you all day."

  "Ditto."

  Bean leaned back, cheek rubbing against his. He leaned harder and brought their lips together, kissing deep. Bean opened right up to him, ass and mouth, his for the taking. Fuck, this man was hot. So hot. And fine. And wild. It was like Bean hadn't just come. Clay grunted and slammed in harder, eyelids heavy, heart slamming in his chest.

  "Fuck! Fuck." Bean whimpered, groaned.

  "Uh-huh. Exactly."

  Bean's laugh was free and wild, filling the air. Fuck, this man was an addiction. His cock ached, his balls were heavy.

  "Can I come? Please? I wanna. I need to."

  "Over and over and over." He bit Bean's earlobe, jacked that pretty cock.

  "Oh, fuck!" Bean cried out for him, body jerking between his hand and his cock.

  "Good. Come on. I want to fucking feel you coming on my prick." Those muscles were going crazy.

  "Yes. Oh, fuck. Clay!" As Bean shouted his name, the man came, ass going unbelievably tight around his cock.

  He panted through Bean's orgasm, then started slamming, driving himself higher and higher. Bean wasn't selfish, the man humping back and bearing down on his cock, making it good.

  "Fuck, babe. So good..."

  "Uh-huh. Uh-huh." Bean was panting hard, movements slowing as Bean pushed back into his thrusts.

  He grunted and pushed deep, shooting so hard he couldn't bear it. Bean collapsed against the wall, chest heaving.

  "Better." He rested hard, pressing them both against the tile.

  The water beat down around them, keeping them warm as they caught their breath. He let his fingers run up and down along Bean's abs, feeling each and every ridge.

  Moaning softly, Bean leaned his head back on Clay's shoulder. "Feels good, man."

  "Yeah. Yeah, babe." He nuzzled the curve of Bean's shoulder. "You hungry?"

  "Yeah, starving actually." Bean chuckled. "And for food this time."

  "No shit." He slid out, patted Bean's ass, and dealt with the condom.

  Bean pushed under the water, soaped up and rinsed quickly. "You said something about burgers?"

  "I did. We could do them here. Meat's in the fridge."

  "You got some onions and mushrooms? I can make the patties for you." Reaching out, Bean soaped him up, hands and fingers touching him everywhere.

  "Works for me. There's chips and beer, too." Hell, he even had good cheese.

  "And beer. Let's not forget the beer." Bean turned off the shower and got out, grabbing a towel and starting to dry him off like it was the most natural thing in the world.

  "I never forget the beer." He pulled Bean close, took one more hard-hard kiss.

  Bean opened up to him, smooth as butter. Their bodies slid together, the towel rough between them.

  He swept his hands down over Bean, cupped the fine ass, squeezed it. "Come on. Clothes. Food."

  "Yes, Master." Bean gave him a wink and high-tailed it out of the bathroom.

  Clay snorted and winged the
balled-up towel at Bean's head.

  Bean managed to duck, but then he came to a halt. "Shit. Clothes." He laughed.

  "No, no. You just got out of the dirty clothes." He dug out a pair of soft shorts.

  "Mmm, I love the idea of getting into your pants."

  "You'll look good in them." And he'd have easy access.

  Bean took them from him, fingers sliding along his.

  He grabbed a pair of shorts for himself, tossed over a T-shirt. "For later, if you get chilly."

  "Thanks." Grinning at him, Bean slid on the shorts and tucked the T-shirt into the waistband, leaving the long, lean torso bare.

  He gave Bean the once-over. Pretty. Very. There was a faint blush on Bean's cheek, but the man showed off for him a bit, letting him see. Nice. He approved. "Come on, babe. I'm gonna waste away."

  Bean nodded and leaned against him, clearly wanting a kiss. Greedy, hungry man.

  He gave it, tongue fucking Bean's lips for a second before he backed off. "Food."

  "Yeah, yeah. Sorry." Bean didn't look it, though, eyes bright and glittering with happiness.

  "Uh-huh."

  Real sorry, both of them.

  ***

  Bean admired Clay as the man worked the grill, turning burgers expertly. They were getting just enough char on them to be delicious without going to the point where they'd taste like burned meat. Fucking A.

  He'd whipped them up with a little chopped onions and mushrooms mixed into the meat and that, along with the barbeque sauce Clay was slathering them with as they cooked, was going to make them the tastiest burgers ever.

  Bean whistled as he tossed together a salad using lettuce and bits and pieces of vegetables that Clay had in the fridge. They worked as well together in the kitchen as they did in the bedroom; they made a good team. Hell, he hadn't felt this comfortable with anyone outside of Bake in... well, ever.

  He brought the salad and a couple more beers outside and put them on the picnic table already set for two, and then settled in one of the deck chairs, where he had a great view of Clay.

  "Looking good," he noted, meaning the burgers and the man, both.

  "Thanks, babe." Those broad shoulders flexed, waist tapering down into a teeny tiny ass.

  God, he could sit here and drool all fucking night long and the rest of the week, too. He laughed, having a sudden image of him telling Bake he couldn't come into work because he was too busy drooling.

  "Share the joke?" The buns went on the grill, boom boom.

  "Oh, it's silly. I was just thinking I should tell Bake I'm not going to make it to work the rest of the week, so I can stay here and admire your amazing body."

  "Oh, he'd be here in a second, cussing me."

  "I think you mean cussing me." Bean laughed. "He can't do the business accounts to save his life."

  "No? I'm in touch. I hate that part."

  "Yeah? You need someone to look at your books? I'm pretty handy with that part. I mean, I like getting out there and getting my hands dirty and all, but the numbers are where I get my groove on."

  "Yeah? I could contract that out for you, if you're interested in a little work." Buns and burgers landed on the plates.

  "Sure. That'd be great. And these look amazing." He grabbed the mustard and pickles, put some on his burger.

  "Thanks." Clay loaded up and then grabbed some salad.

  He watched the man eat for a moment and then dug into his own. Oh, God, that was good. Like whoa good. "We do good work together," he managed around a mouthful of burger.

  "We do. I hope we get to work together more."

  "Now that I know your secret about the accounts, I'm betting we will."

  "I'd want to spend time anyway."

  He reached out with his foot, sliding it up along Clay's leg. "You're good for my ego, Clay." The man made him feel like a million bucks.

  "You're good in my bed, babe."

  Bean nodded. "Feels like I belong there, man." Like he was made for the man, for getting fucked into next week.

  "Good." So serious. Clay looked like he meant it.

  Bean's stomach got all fluttery, and suddenly the food lost its flavor; his entire focus was on Clay. Clay reached out, fingers brushing his bottom lip. His tongue slid out to touch the tips of them.

  "Mmm. Burger okay?"

  "Burger? Oh! Yeah." He grinned sheepishly and waved the hand holding his burger. "Yeah, it's really good."

  "It is. Never did the mushroom thing before."

  "I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He grinned. "You get tired of plain old hamburgers after about the eight-hundredth night in a row."

  "Oh, I have to add in pizza and tacos."

  "Spaghetti for a little Italian variation."

  "Yep. Simple stuff. Darius cooks if I need fancy."

  "Must be cool having a cook in the family."

  "It can be." Clay grinned over. "It can also be irritating as fuck."

  Bean just laughed. "Still haven't forgiven them, huh?"

  "Oh, it's not that. You should see a chef eating at someone else's restaurant. It's like hell."

  "Yeah? He get all compare-y and shit?"

  Clay snorted. "You have no idea."

  "No, I don't. I mean, I've seen them around, and Bake's been drooling after them for ages, but I'd never met 'em before the other day."

  "They're trouble, but they're decent people. Darius is one of the hardest-working people you'll ever meet, and Dev has a good sense of humor. They just get bored, more than anything. And there's two of them, so they set each other up."

  "They egg each other on, huh? I wouldn't know anything about that." He gave Clay a wink.

  "No, no, I bet you wouldn't." Clay chuckled and dug back into his burger.

  They finished their meal in silence, but Bean hardly tasted it anymore. His focus just wasn't on the food; he couldn't help being taken by Clay. The man really did it for him.

  "You want to go watch a movie, babe? Explore the couch?"

  "Whatever you want, Clay. That sounds mighty fine." Somehow, he thought exploring the couch would end up exploring each other, but he could so live with that.

  He helped Clay clear the table, bringing everything inside and making quick work of washing the dishes. They did work well together, and bumped shoulders and hips as they moved around the kitchen.

  "There's ice cream, if you want."

  "Yeah? Depends on what flavor." Not that he was terribly picky.

  "I have rocky road and butter pecan."

  "Oh, yes, please."

  "Which one?"

  "Oh, I have to choose?" He pouted.

  Clay hooted at him. "Scoop of each. I got it."

  "Mmm. I'm feeling kind of spoiled. I like it." He could get used to it.

  "You can take a turn next." Clay grabbed two big bowls and an ice cream scoop.

  "At spoiling you? Be my pleasure. What exactly did you have in mind?"

  "Mmm. Blow jobs. Hand jobs. Riding my cock 'til I scream?"

  His heart skipped a beat, and Bean couldn't stop his moan. "If that's spoiling you, then oh, yes, I can do it."

  "I have fabulous ideas." Huge piles of ice cream were scooped out.

  "And an amazing ice cream scoop." He leaned against Clay's back, laid his head against one shoulder.

  "Yep. I may have a little sweet tooth..."

  "Really? How come you're in such good shape, then?" He took advantage of the subject to slide his hand along Clay's naked torso.

  "Hours and hours of weight lifting."

  "Oh, God, I bet that's fun to watch." He could just imagine all these muscles working hard, sweat dripping down along Clay's skin. He groaned.

  "That's what the basement's for right now." Clay grinned.

  He chuckled and took one of the bowls from Clay, following as they moved to the living room. "Well, I definitely want a front row seat to that show."

  "Tomorrow morning work for you?" Was that an offer to spend the night again?

  "It does." Bean licked
his lips. "More than."