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left the kitchen. They walked together to the extra bedroom Chay used as a workout room.
    He opened the door and the deafening tones of Gray Mummy or White Zombie or whatever the name of that damned band assaulted him.
    Whatever it was Pita thought it sucked too. He took off back to the bedroom. Wus. Keaton rolled his eyes.
    Chay sat on the bench in a pair of black wind shorts and sneakers doing biceps curls.
    Keaton blinked at the flex of sweaty muscles. Ooh, that was a nice sight. His cock appreciated the view too. His stomach, however, could care less, it demanded food. He walked over to the stereo and turned it down.
    Chay looked up at him and smiled. “Morning, Bit. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
    “Nope, Pita did.”
    “Oh, shit, babe! I was hoping to finish working out and then go get you some donuts. I ate all the pizza.”
    Wow. How cool was that? Okay, maybe he wouldn’t strangle Chay over the pizza. He still had issue with waking up in bed alone and shitty music…well and the weather too, but he didn’t suppose that was Chay’s fault, so he’d let it slide this once.
    Chay set his dumbbell down and came to him. He bent and brushed his lips over Keaton’s.
    Keaton considered not responding for about half a second, then decided that would be childish, not to mention cutting his nose off to 118 www.samhainpublishing.com

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    spite his face. He opened up and kissed Chay back. Yum, pizza. His stomach growled again.
    Chay pulled back, smiling. “Want me to throw on some clothes and go get you some donuts?”
    God, he loved this man. He decided that the shitty music was forgiven too. “Nah. I’ll go get dressed and get some. I’ll even get you some too, if you promise to eat them in bed with me.”
    Chay grabbed Keaton’s semi-erect cock and squeezed. “You forgive me for not waking you up properly?”
    Keaton shivered, his cock taking interest. It looked like he was going to have to forgive that too. He bucked into his mate’s hand, hardening fully.
    The gleam in Chay’s eye was positively wicked as he jerked Keaton’s prick. “If I eat donuts in bed with you are we gonna play ring toss?”
    He snorted. “Not with my donuts, I’m starving. You can do what you want with your own. But I’m warning you right now. I get sprinkles in my ass and I’m moving into the guest room.”
    Chay laughed and pumped Keaton’s dick faster.
    Keaton closed his eyes and went with it. Chay was well on the way to being forgiven for things he hadn’t even done yet. Damn, it felt good.
    Teeth nibbled at his jaw and the fist around his prick got tighter, moved faster. He was so close he felt like his knees were going to give out. He surged up into Chay’s hand twice before he gasped for air and spurted all over the place.
    Chay kissed him once more and let go of him. Keaton staggered a little and braced himself on the doorframe. Damn. He felt like he’d been hit by a Mack Truck.
    Chay came back with a towel and cleaned Keaton, the floor and Chay’s hand. He tossed the towel over his shoulder. “You know, speaking of the guest room, I’ve been thinking about that. Since I use this room as www.samhainpublishing.com 119
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    my weight room, why don’t you take the other spare bedroom and do something with it? You can turn it into an office or maybe a library.”
    Keaton blinked. Huh? What the hell was Chay talking about? It was obvious that one of them hadn’t come. Keaton finally focused on what Chay had said and shrugged. It was a thought. Maybe he would…after Chay told everyone they were mates. “I’ll think about it.” He looked down at the tented material of Chay’s shorts. “You want me to take care of that for you?” Keaton’s belly rumbled.
    “Nah, I’m good. It will keep until you get back. Go get you something to eat.”
    He started to argue but his gut decided to protest by cramping.
    “Okay. You convinced me. I’m starving.” He kissed Chay on the chin and turned to leave.
    Chay swatted his butt as he left.
    Wow. What a morning. And to think he’d thought it was going to suck.
    Keaton searched for his car keys before he went to change. One of the things that had sold him on the two thousand and four, silver Chevy Impala was that it had an automatic start. He could turn it on with the remote and it’d be all nice and warm by the time he got in it.
    Technology…you had to love it. Well, it wasn’t the only reason. It was a cool-looking car and fast