With Caution

Chapter One
    “I fucking love your mouth.” Remi dropped his head back to the pillow, his eyes closed, taking in every little sensation.
    The suction on his cock increased as the clever tongue danced along the shaft.
    “Oh, fuck. Gonna come. Stop. Not yet…” Winding his fingers through his lover’s hair, Remi fought the growing sensation. He tried to slow the inevitable by pulling those delectable lips off him.
    A soft, seductive kiss tickled his stomach, making him loosen his grip. As soon as his hand fell to the mattress, his prick was once again engulfed.
    Ass muscles clenching tight, he shivered. His balls drew closer to his body and his legs tensed. It was absolute torture. A tingle raced up his spine. No, not yet. “Oh God, oh—”
    The wonderful warmth left his cock.
    Remi half growled, half laughed. “You fucking tease.”
    A snort answered him, then his dick was gripped, held upright and laved from tip to balls.
    Fisting his hand in the thick hair again, Remi pulled his lover’s face closer to his groin. “ Yessss , that feels good.”
    His legs were shoved higher, exposing him more, and that wicked tongue laved his crease, snaking down.
    Riiiing.
    The licking continued.
    Remi tried concentrating on the slick caress over his perineum and the breath across his balls. It was so—
    Riiiing.

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    Loud. It was loud, like it was right next to his ear. He looked around, his fingers letting go of the dark hair. He didn’t remember there being a phone. It rang again and the moist warmth disappeared from his cock. What the—?
    Blinking his eyes open, Remi squinted against the sunlight coming through the window. Shit. He’d forgotten to close the curtain, or rather the quilt he used as a curtain, again. What day was it? Oh yeah, Saturday. He’d just gotten off a twenty-four hour on, twenty-four hour off stretch.
    His morning erection throbbed. The wet tip rested against his lower abdomen.
    Wrapping his hand around it, he squeezed it through the thin jock. “Fuck.” The dream.
    He kept having the same damn dream over and over. Well, except for the ringing. The phone was diff—
    Riiiing.
    My cell phone. Reaching toward the phone on the nightstand, he glanced at the alarm clock. 7:02 a.m. If that was Chay wanting him to go running, Remi was going to strangle him. He grabbed the cell and flipped it open before it rang a fourth time. “Yeah?”
    “Remi.” Sterling’s voice cracked. “They’re at it again. Please come get me, I can’t stay here. You gotta come.”
    Remi bolted to a sitting position. His breath hitched and his hard-on dwindled, replaced by a knot in his chest. “Where are you?” Throwing back the covers, he jumped out of bed, looking around for his jeans. “Sterling, where are you? Are you in the house?”
    “Hurry, Remi. They’ve been at it since six.”
    “What? Why didn’t you call me sooner?” Remi snagged a pair of jeans from the floor at the foot of his bed. Loose change flew out of the pockets, falling onto the gray carpet.
    “I thought you’d be running with Chay.”
    He froze, his stomach plummeted to his feet and a chill raced up his back. “Shh.
    Sterling, I told you not to mention him in the house. If Dirk hears—”
    “I’m outside.”
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    With Caution
    Making himself move again, Remi balanced his phone on his shoulder and shook the pants out. “Sterling, you can’t let Dirk know I’m still friends with Chay. If he found out…” He shoved his foot into the jeans, not wanting to think about what would happen if the asshole found out Remi was still hanging out with the “fucking fag”. After sticking his other leg in, he tugged his pants over his hips and grabbed the black T-shirt off the computer chair by his bed. “Start walking toward town. I’m on my way.”
    “But you have to stop him.”
    Like hell he did. What he had to do was get Sterling away from there, before the old man decided to start in on him. “Do what I said and start walking.” Remi moved faster, putting on the T-shirt and jerking his black baseball jersey out of the closet. The hanger whizzed past him and clattered against the side of the sleigh bed. When he drew the jersey over his right arm, his phone fell from his shoulder. Juggling, he caught it before it hit the floor and put the phone back on his shoulder. “Move it, goddamnit. Hang up the phone and get away from the house.” Remi winced at the bite in