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That s better, Mitch commented.
When his eyes adjusted to the light, Ben found his gaze centered on the bed. The very large California king covered by a comforter in
shades of antique gold, maroon, brown, and cream.
Is that a bed or football field?
If I tackle you, will that answer your question? Mitch asked as he went from window to window, closing the drapes.
I seriously doubt it. Besides, doesn t a tackle just end the play?
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Stopping by the bed, Mitch pulled the comforter down to reveal cream-colored sheets. Not here, it doesn t. In this room, a good tackle
is what gets the game started. It s the only way to score.
The rules just don t apply here, do they? Ben laughed. He joined Mitch beside the bed. Why don t we switch sports and just
wrestle?
I m definitely up for that.
Reaching out, Ben cupped the prominent bulge in Mitch s jeans and squeezed. That s fairly obvious.
Hissing in reaction, Mitch grabbed him, flopped back on the bed, and took Ben with him. Their impromptu wrestling match became
more of an exercise in stripping while groping and kissing as much as possible in the process. Their T-shirts hit the floor first and Ben was
pushed supine to the bed while Mitch bent over him. A bold, wet stripe was laid across Ben s nipple with the flat of Mitch s tongue before he
diligently began sucking the beaded flesh. Back arching convulsively into the hot, wet heat, Ben distractedly followed the path of Mitch s
wandering hands.
One found the button of Ben s jeans. It was opened and the zipper lowered, making room for that hand to slide inside and beneath the
white cotton of Ben s briefs. Already electrified by the stimulation being applied to his nipples, Ben groaned when strong fingers wrapped
around his fully erect cock. The small stroking movements Mitch managed, even restricted as they were by the fabric of Ben s jeans, were
enough to take him to the edge.
Stop! Damn, stop please, Ben cursed, his hand encircling Mitch s wrist. I don t want to blow yet.
Releasing his grip on Ben s cock, Mitch lifted his head from Ben s chest. His lips were reddened and wet and the look in his eyes was
part passion and part something Ben couldn t name. Whatever it was, it seemed far too serious for the business at hand.
This is so familiar, Mitch unexpectedly mused.
It should be, we share the same equipment, Ben quipped, hoping to once again lighten the mood. His words garnered a small smile.
Not just for that reason but& for something more.
Understanding dawned in Ben s mind. That other guy, the one you said you d been with before.
Yeah.
Was it serious?
You could say that.
Sorry it didn t work out. Been there, done that.
I m sure a lot of people are in the same boat, but you know, despite the fact that I started it, I really don t think this is the time to
discuss relationship problems, do you?
No, but just one question before we go any further.
What s that?
Are you sure you want to do this? Sometimes the next morning that bright idea we had the night before doesn t look so bright. You
may wake up with regrets.
If I wake up without doing this, that s what I ll regret. Stay. I m sure.
I m not going to waste time trying to convince you otherwise if you re sure. With that simple acceptance of his word, Ben went to
work on Mitch s jeans, opened them, and pushed them and his briefs down far enough to free his cock. Mouth watering, he gave the thick
column a couple of experimental pumps.
Oh, fuck yeah, Mitch groaned, falling back on the bed.
Before you get too far gone, Ben said, leaning over him. Condoms? I want to suck you.
In the drawer, Mitch answered. A wave of his hand indicated the nightstand by the bed.
Levering himself off the bed, Ben rummaged in the drawer and came up with not only condoms but lube. He held the bottle up and
commented, I see you buy the good stuff.
Mitch s smile was open and not the least bit bashful. Jack off in style.
Ben chuckled and found he loved the feeling. This& this thing between them -- passion and humor -- it was a heady and alluring
combination. Eager to continue, he grabbed a condom. What say we shuck the drawers?
Comedian, Mitch said with a snort, but he didn t hesitate to comply. The rest of their clothing was discarded on the floor. Mitch lay
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