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nipples peak.
    Gable grabbed the bench at either side of Flynn‟s head and pushed himself upright again before speeding up his movements. He moaned when Flynn took his heavy cock in his hand and fisted it rapidly until he sprayed his seed all over Flynn‟s hand and belly.

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    Seeing Gable come and feeling the pulsating channel around his cock sent Flynn over as well, while his hips thrust up reflexively. He closed his eyes, refusing to look up at Gable and even going so far as turning his head when Gable tried to kiss him, so he wasn‟t surprised when he felt the weight lift off his hips. Flynn sat up and from the corner of his eye saw Gable wet a washcloth underneath the shower.
    “What‟s wrong?” Gable asked innocently when Flynn aggressively grabbed the washcloth out of his hands before Gable could start cleaning Flynn off.
    “I need to check on dinner,” was all Flynn could muster. He grabbed his clothes from where he‟d left them near the door and quickly dressed before walking into the kitchen, leaving Gable behind.
    He couldn‟t work his anger out on Gable, but he was sorely disappointed. He‟d expected so much more after the night before, but clearly Gable wasn‟t ready for that level of intimacy to creep into their daily life. Maybe he never would be.
    They ate in silence, Flynn too angry to make small talk and Gable too confused to find an opening to break the wall around Flynn.
    “Casserole was nice,” Gable eventually dared to say while they were doing the dishes.
    Flynn just nodded, feeling that he could at least acknowledge the compliment, although he was sure Gable would say pretty much the same if the dish was inedible. He was fighting his emotions, swaying between running away and lashing out at Gable. He wasn‟t the type to run away from a difficult situation. He didn‟t like his options for fighting back, though, mostly because he didn‟t want to accuse Gable of something he possibly wasn‟t aware of. He needed to find a way for them to talk, but had no idea how to broach the subject, especially because they‟d already discussed it the day before, so he left it to simmer and walked outside as soon as he‟d washed the casserole dish.
    Gable joined him on the porch a few minutes later. He was silent, but you could have cut the tension with a knife.
    “I did it again, didn‟t I?” Gable said quietly after several minutes of both of them staring out into the dark night.

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    Flynn swallowed. The fact that Gable knew somehow made it harder. “Yes,” Flynn acknowledged, clenching his teeth.
    “I‟m sorry,” Gable replied, even more quietly.
    “That doesn‟t help me much, now does it?” Flynn answered, anger boiling up right under the surface, but he was trying hard not to let it explode. “I‟m not your fuck toy, Gable. I thought that after last night, we‟d both agreed we were equals? I know you have issues, but I can‟t do this. I can‟t be in a relationship where I never know what‟s coming next. I need a partner, not… not….” He was so angry he couldn‟t find the right words.
    “Maybe I should just give you some space.” Gable got up from his chair on the porch.
    “We need to talk, Gable. Communicate. Explain things before we draw the wrong conclusions.” Flynn‟s tone of voice wasn‟t soothing, though. His anger and exasperation prevented him from hiding how much it all affected him.
    Flynn watched as Gable limped down the steps and into the darkness. He knew Gable would go to the stables and hide among the horses for a while, but he couldn‟t run after him yet, so he stayed on the porch. Just before he saw the light in the stables turn on, he heard a loud volley of expletives, but then the night grew quiet again. Flynn couldn‟t settle, though. Despite their fight, hearing Gable swear like that made all sorts of worst-case scenarios run through his mind. He waited for as long as he could, and then set out toward the distant light.

    GABLE sat down on a bale of hay, clutching his foot. He was still cursing, albeit a lot more quietly than when he‟d just tripped, willing the pain to subside. He could feel his ankle swelling inside his boot and hoped nothing had broken. He had just managed to take his boot off when Flynn appeared in the doorway.
    Gable looked up but Flynn didn‟t speak immediately. His eyes trailed from Gable‟s face to his foot.
    “You‟re bleeding.”

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    “I know. I