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while Flynn was seasoning a casserole.
    “I‟ll take a quick shower,” Gable announced, smiling enticingly as he made his getaway.
    Flynn had chosen that night‟s dish carefully. It would take minimal work, and they had about forty-five minutes of nothing to do but wait while dinner was cooking, so about five minutes after Gable left the kitchen, Flynn was watching him through the back door.
    Gable had wrapped his bandaged leg in plastic and was standing under the spray of the cold shower at the back of the house, just like the first time Flynn had spied on him, only this time, Flynn wasn‟t going to leave him out there on his own.

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    “Can I join you, or would you prefer I watch you from afar?” Gable wiped the water off his face and opened his eyes. “It‟s up to you, but I wouldn‟t mind a little… help.” Flynn couldn‟t get out of his clothes fast enough, especially not when he looked down Gable‟s body and saw his lover‟s cock swell before his eyes.
    The water under the spray was freezing, though. “Fucking hell, this is cold!” Flynn shouted.
    Gable laughed and protectively wrapped his arms around Flynn.
    “So you thought it was a good idea to have sex under the shower?”
    “I‟ll have sex with you anywhere, but I doubt I could get it up now,” Flynn shivered.
    Gable turned the water off and grabbed a towel, throwing it around Flynn‟s shoulders and rubbing him intensely. Slowly the feeling returned to Flynn‟s skin and he noticed Gable was still hard, despite the cold water.
    “You‟re a horny bastard, aren‟t you?” Flynn teased.
    Gable nodded, a wicked smile on his face. “That‟s not hard around you.” He pulled at the towel, dragging Flynn closer to the bench so he could sit.
    Looking up, Gable took Flynn‟s cock in his mouth and sucked on it. It made Flynn light-headed to feel all his blood rush south, so he lightly rested his hand on Gable‟s wet hair in case he lost his balance.
    Gable‟s mouth felt amazing, and within no time he was rock hard. The fact that he could see Gable touch himself only made the heat rise faster.
    “Gable, stop. Gable, please stop.”

Reluctantly, Gable pulled back. “What‟s wrong?” Flynn took Gable‟s face between his hands and kissed him. “Too fast,” he managed to utter when he came up for air. They renegotiated their positions until they were both straddling the bench, but since that meant they were sitting too far apart, Gable eventually pushed Flynn down so he could straddle him.

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    “Fuck, I need you,” Gable groaned against Flynn‟s mouth as he wantonly rubbed their groins together.
    “Just take it slow, okay?” Flynn didn‟t want a repeat of what had happened in the barn. Not because he was selfish and wanted some of his own pleasure, but because he hoped that, by now, they were lovers, mates, and not just fuck buddies. Gable didn‟t seem to get what he meant, though.
    Before Flynn could object, Gable was impaling himself on Flynn‟s erection and riding him and Flynn felt used. Again. Even so, he couldn‟t control the reaction of his body. Gable was tight and the friction intense from using just saliva as lube. The sheer enjoyment on Gable‟s face, the look of ecstasy combined with the total abandon in his movements left no doubt that he was giving in to his physical needs, and despite Flynn‟s misgivings, all these things were also having an effect on him. He couldn‟t deny that, even though Gable was using him, Gable‟s enjoyment was because of him, because of his body. He was the direct reason that Gable‟s cock was rock hard, jutting around every time he rolled his hips, precome beading at the slit with every movement. He was the reason for the reddened flush on Gable‟s chest.
    As Gable lifted himself slightly, Flynn‟s body pushed up into the tight heat and Gable groaned. He touched himself, hand firmly gripping his erection as he let Flynn thrust into him.
    “Fuck, that‟s good. So good!” Gable called out. He opened his eyes and looked at Flynn before diving down and kissing him sloppily.
    Flynn couldn‟t help but kiss him back, conflicting emotions fighting for dominance in his mind. Purely physically, this felt good, but Flynn missed the emotional side of the lovemaking so much, he knew his impending orgasm would not be a very satisfying one. He was close, though, and feeling Gable‟s still wet chest hair rub up against his own hairless chest made his