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at the top of the list tonight, I think."
"Yeah?" That cock was right there and he pressed closer, thigh rocking against it.
"Uh-huh. I think you just might be." After his first experience kissing Wal, he wasn't sure he
wanted to ruin the moment trying again, so Hector let his lips move down Wally's neck, licking
and kissing.
Wally swallowed, throat working under his lips.
Salty. Hector grinned against Wally's skin. The man tasted just fine. He licked some more,
savoring a little.
"Mmm. That's fine." He bit a little and Wally pressed closer, hand wrapping around his hip,
tugging.
"It is." Hector moved even closer, until they were pressed so close together you couldn't slide a
credit card between them.
Wally's tongue slid over the ridge of his ear, hot and slick and fine. Closing his eyes, Hector
threw caution to the wind and turned his head. His lips met Wally's, slow and easy, his tongue
darting out to taste.
Oh, that was a sweet, rich sound, Wally humming as the kiss slowly deepened, Wally's tongue
sliding against his.
Okay, so one kiss wasn't something to judge by. This wasn't hard and hurty. This was long, rich,
and hot. Hector fucking approved.
Things heated up as sweet as you please. Wally knew what to do with those hands, mapping
Hector's body, finding one hot spot after another. When they touched his nipples, Hector cried
out, his hips rolling. They hardened to a painful degree, but it was fucking delicious.
"Yeah..." Wally eased him back on the sofa, those fingers touching his nipples, almost plucking
at them, over and over.
"Shit, Wal!" That was gonna make him come in his jeans, because he'd been idling far longer
than he could take, and his body was kicking into high gear.
"This not good for you, honey?" Wally's thumb rubbed the tip of one nipple, soft and easy as you
please.
"Oh, fuck. It's good. So damned good." He tried to remember to touch back, his hands sliding
over Wally's chest, down to those lean hips.
He got that ass in hand, thumbs rolling, rocking on the hard, corded muscle, pushing in deep.
Jesus fuck, that was a fine ass. Maybe the finest he'd ever held, and they weren't even naked yet.
Oh. Naked.
Oh, he could fucking do naked. He got Wally's shirt in his hands, tugged it up out of that
waistband. Hot skin appeared, all tanned and pretty, and Hector stroked collarbones and pecs,
working down to Wal's flat belly, pulling at the short hairs.
Damn, there was nothing like a man who worked for a living -- muscles and scars, hips moving
like Wally was going to hump the air.
"Wait for me, honey," he murmured, licking along Wally's shoulder. "I want that skin, too."
"I'll wait. I been waiting for a while..."
"You're a patient man, Wally." Had Wally been watching all this time? It would be hellaciously
embarrassing if he'd missed it.
"Works for me, now, too." Damn. Just damn. Fingers cupping Wally's cheek, Hector pulled the
man in for another kiss, this one a little harder, a little hotter.
Wally's hips were still rocking, working a little like the man couldn't not move.
The kiss was... well, fuck. It was nothing like that first time. Oh, their lips mashed together, and
it got desperate, but it was hot. Amazing. Not at all weird.
Wally's hand cupped his cock, fingers working, sliding and rubbing against his balls. Uhn. His
head fell back, his hips went up, and it was all he could do not to come. Just like that. Boom. He
shook, hanging by a thread.
"I. Skin, man? I want to touch." Wally's fingers found his fly, eased it down nice and slowly,
without waiting for him to say boo.
"Hell, yes." Hector figured he'd answer anyway, just to make sure Wally knew he was with the
program.
His cock fit in Wally's palm, sliding and slapping against the calluses. Moaning, he pushed
harder into that hand, letting Wally give him some friction. Then he got started getting the rest of
their clothes.
Wally's jeans were thin enough that they opened up like they had minds of their own. Fucking A.
Hector got his hand in, got past the boxer-briefs and got Wally in hand, too. It was good that he
was a fast worker, because all of his brain cells went to hell the minute Wally's thumb brushed
his slit.
"Fuck. Fuck, man." Wally's eyes rolled, teeth tugging his bottom lip just a little bit.
"Anything you want." He said it against Wal's mouth, his hand moving, working hard.
"You." Wally growled the word out, and then heat shot across his fingers.
Oh. Oh, God, just like that. Just like he'd been worried... Hector yelped, surprised as hell to feel
his own come coating his hand, his balls emptying like there was no tomorrow.
"So fine." Wally was grinning like a fool, eyes just laughing for him.
"I didn't know..." What? That Wally would be so damned hot? That he liked being wanted?
What?
"That plumbers could fuck? It's a closely guarded professional secret."
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