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after.

  He clutched Braxton’s hands before they got his zipper down.

  Parting from the kiss, Fabian studied Braxton’s expression.

  Looking slightly defeated, Braxton stopped trying to strip

  Fabian’s pants off. He stepped back and ran his hand over his

  hair.

  Fabian buckled his belt and fought with the sense of dealing

  with a man who would eventually break his heart. “Uh, I don’t

  have anything to eat there. So, what should we do for dinner?”

  “We can call and get something delivered.” Braxton suddenly

  appeared conflicted.

  “Okay.” Fabian looked around the office, disoriented from

  the rawness. Struggling to think, he searched his desk and patted

  his pockets for his phone and keys, still dizzy from the contact.

  Not to mention the concept of a man who wanted to fuck him…

  everywhere risqué.

  Leading them out, Braxton walked down the hall, shutting

  lights and continually trying to get his long hair back from his

  forehead and eyes, as if either it was driving him crazy or he was

  nervous.

  They stood together waiting for the elevator in silence. Since

  it was after six, and Friday, the building had cleared out. Once

  inside the elevator, Braxton pushed the parking lot level button

  and fidgeted, shifting his weight, hands in and out of his

  pockets…biting his lower lip.

  “You sure you want to come?” Fabian asked.

  “Sure I’m sure. Do you not want me to?”

  The look of defensiveness shouldn’t have surprised Fabian.

  He was getting used to it. “Only if you want to. I mean, if all you want is a fuck,” Fabian sneered, “we can do it in your car.” He

  didn’t intend for it to come out nasty, but it did.

  The elevator opened at their level and both exited, stopping to

  confront the other.

  “It’s not all I want. If it was all I wanted why would I be

  asking to spend the evening with you?” Braxton did not seem

  pleased.

  “Fine. Okay.” Fabian wanted him so much, he knew this kind

  of talk would turn Braxton off and they would each go their

  separate ways. “Don’t lose me.” Fabian walked to his car.

  Under his breath he heard Braxton reply, “I’m trying not to.”

  Fabian smiled to himself and sat behind the wheel, starting

  the car. He pulled out and waited as that sexy Porsche nearly

  kissed his rear end. They drove to Pasadena, ‘spooning’

  bumpers.

  ~

  Braxton tapped his earpiece to answer a call as he kept the

  Lexus in front of him while on the way to Fabian’s home.

  “Braxton Todd,” he said, checking the clock on the dash and

  knowing he should be allowing the answering service to pick up.

  “Braxton? It’s Dack. You never returned my calls.”

  Braxton moaned to himself and rubbed his forehead. “Look,

  Dack, I’m really not interested.”

  “But I thought we had some chemistry. You know.”

  “No. I don’t know. We didn’t have any chemistry.”

  “I got a great contract for a reality show. I was thinking

  maybe you can be my PR guy. Get me interviews on talk shows

  and into the magazines.”

  “And your sugar daddy will pay my fee?” Braxton shook his

  head in disgust.

  “Yes.”

  “Christ, Dack. Come on. You know how expensive it is to

  hire me?”

  “The old man wants me to succeed. He said he’d do anything

  I wanted. And I want to be a celebrity.”

  “Pull your pants down on your reality show. That’ll get you

  in the news.” Braxton slowed down as Fabian’s car exited the

  highway and began weaving through local neighborhoods.

  “Are you serious? Is that the advice you’re giving me?”

  “No. I’m joking, sort of. But you’ll be noticed and the ‘old

  man’ won’t have to pay.”

  “Would you do it? Pull your pants down on TV?”

  “No.”

  “Then why are you telling me to do it? I want a career, not a

  reputation as an idiot!”

  “Look, Dack, I’m sorry. I’m just exhausted and need to get

  back to you about it Monday. If you’re serious.”

  “Of course I’m serious. And…I really would love to…ya

  know…”

  “Ya know?” Braxton noticed Fabian pulling into a parking lot

  of a large apartment complex. He followed, looking for the guest

  spot.

  “…have sex with you.”

  “I…” Braxton watched Fabian park and said, “I’m in a

  committed relationship.” Never in his life had Braxton said that,

  lying or for real.

  “You are? Or are you just telling me that to put me off?”

  “No. I’m in love with someone and won’t cheat on him. Ever.

  So if all you want is a business contract, let me get back to you

  on Monday.” He parked and noticed Fabian walking to his car.

  “You’re full of shit. You’re just saying that.”

  Braxton shut the ignition of the car and opened the door,

  craning his finger at Fabian to come closer. He did, appearing

  curious. Braxton said to Fabian, “Dack Torrington doesn’t

  believe that I am in a relationship and won’t cheat.”

  “Dack the dick?” Fabian laughed.

  Braxton nodded and put his phone on speaker. “Say hi to my

  lover, Dack.”

  “Who?” Dack asked.

  Fabian leaned into the car and said, “Leave my man alone,

  got it?”

  “Who the hell are you?” Dack sounded angry.

  “My name is Fabian, and no one messes with my man.” He

  caressed Braxton’s hair.

  “Is this the truth or are you getting some guy in a bar to say

  that, Braxton?”

  “You hear any music, Dack?” Braxton touched Fabian’s thigh

  as he stood at his open Porsche door.

  “Huh. Okay. Bye.”

  Braxton disconnected the line and climbed out of his car,

  putting the earpiece into his pocket. “You believe this? Next

  person I expect to hear from is Virginia Steinman. My luck she’ll

  call and beg me for a three-way with a straight jock she’s conned

  into joining us.”

  “I’m not surprised after they went on a date with you. You’ll

  get them all trying to bag you, Braxton.” Fabian shook his head

  and smiled.

  “I only want one to bag me.” He shut his car door and

  without looking, pointed his key fob at it to lock it. “Or should I say, shag me.”

  “One?” Fabian reached out his hand. Braxton took it.

  Holding hands? Braxton Todd holding hands? Impossible!

  But it felt really good. Braxton laughed at himself and

  squeezed those fingers tight.

  ~

  Fabian led the way to his unit on the third floor and wondered

  if all this talk was for show, a slick charmer to continue getting

  what he wanted, or if it was sincere.

  After opening his door to his apartment, Fabian said, “It’s not

  much of a place. Sorry.”

  “It’s fine.” Braxton removed his tie and suit jacket, draping

  them over a chair in the living room.

  “I just had Chinese food last night, so, what else could we
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  order?” Fabian toed off his shoes and also removed his tie and

  jacket, headed to his bedroom to hang it up.

  When he did, he turned around to see Braxton at the doorway,

  investigating the contents of the simple bedroom, and him.

  Seeing Braxton strike a pose, leaning on the frame of the

  door, Fabian could imagine how easy it was for this man to get

  anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted. But, was it lonely there?

  Lonely having people only want you for one thing? Fabian knew

  the answer to that.

  He hung up his suit jacket and tie and opened the top buttons

  of his shirt. “Pizza?”

  “Anything.” Braxton crossed the room and held Fabian

  around his waist. They pecked lips and pushed their crotches

  together.

  The attraction was so strong, it wasn’t something Fabian

  could control. With a hand on resting on each of Braxton’s

  shoulders, he ran it down Braxton’s arms, feeling solid muscle.

  “Do I get to see you naked?”

  “Before pizza?” Braxton teased, rubbing noses playfully.

  “Uh…” Oh hell yeah. Now?

  As if it were a dare, Braxton stepped back and removed his

  shoes and socks.

  While Fabian watched, his mouth watering, Braxton slowly

  began to undress.

  His cuffs, his shirt buttons, open, allowing the material to

  hang free, just enough to see Braxton’s cut chest and six pack

  abs. And giving a great show, Braxton unbuckled his belt and

  opened his zipper, spreading the material wide to reveal a pair of

  black boxer briefs.

  Fabian’s cock engorged and pulsated as he waited.

  Braxton stepped out of his suit trousers and tossed them on a

  low padded stool beside Fabian’s dresser. He stopped before

  going any farther, and asked, “Good so far?”

  Fabian gazed from Braxton’s golden eyes to his jaw, down

  his neck, his chest, naval, and the dark treasure trail that led to his briefs. The outline of a prefect cock was showing through the

  cotton material.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  Braxton allowed the shirt to drop to the carpet.

  There he was, gorgeously bronze, sculpted like a

  Michelangelo statue, hairless chest, as if he waxed or shaved,

  and long lean muscular legs. Fabian couldn’t believe his eyes.

  Yes, he imagined Braxton was built nicely, but this? This is what

  he was hiding under his Ralph Lauren suits?

  “Where…Jesus, where do you work out?”

  “Got a personal trainer.” Braxton stalked him. “Your turn.”

  Fabian had no idea if he could compete with that! He backed

  up, his legs hitting his bed as Braxton began to turn predatory.

  Braxton helped Fabian with his shirt buttons as Fabian

  drooled over this Adonis who was getting him naked.

  His shirt was tugged out of his trousers and gently urged

  down his arms to drop onto the floor. Braxton ran his hands over

  Fabian’s chest to tweak his nipples. Fabian was about to come in

  his pants yet again. This man was pure animal lust and he adored

  the bastard.

  As Braxton leaned forward to take one of Fabian’s hard

  nipples between his teeth, he worked on Fabian’s pants, making

  sure Fabian’s briefs dropped with his trousers. Fabian’s cock

  flipped upright when it was exposed, hitting his own pelvis and

  wagging in delight.

  Braxton kissed his way down Fabian’s chest to his low

  abdomen and then sat on his heels as he admired Fabian.

  It felt as if Fabian was struggling for oxygen, he was so

  excited. He looked down at Braxton. Just the size of the man’s

  shoulders and biceps was making Fabian weak in the knees.

  Braxton urged Fabian backwards so he was lying on the bed

  width-wise, then he removed all of the lower half of Fabian’s

  clothing.

  While Braxton kissed Fabian’s inner thighs and pushed his

  knees apart, Fabian felt his heart pounding beneath his ribs and

  stared at the ceiling. Don’t fuck me and leave. Don’t.

  Braxton used his lips to caress his way to Fabian’s balls then

  sucked one into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.

  “Oh, hell yeah.” Fabian spread his legs wider and peeked at

  the nightstand where his supplies were.

  With just the tips of his fingers, Braxton held Fabian’s cock

  upright, not stroking it, but giving his nuts a tongue bath and

  good sucking.

  Craving more, Fabian raised his heels to the bed, straddling

  wide in invitation.

  Braxton ran kisses against his inner thighs, nuzzling Fabian’s

  balls with his nose and mouth.

  What a lover. What a fucking lover…

  “No wonder everyone wants you.” Fabian whimpered and

  tried to watch the action below.

  Braxton sat up and smiled. “Time to order dinner?”

  “Are you kidding me?” Fabian laughed nervously and pulled

  on his leaking cock.

  “You sure you don’t want to wait?” Braxton grinned

  wickedly.

  The statement stunned Fabian. Suddenly he was wondering if

  he had sex now, if Braxton wanted to leave, or if Braxton was

  giving him the option of at least having dinner first, before he

  vanished.

  ~

  Braxton admired Fabian’s gorgeous runner’s body. Lean,

  tightly packed and not heavily muscled. Just as he loved it. And

  that cock? Ideal. Cut, straight, and six inches? He ran his hands

  along Fabian’s legs from his knees to his balls, wanting to savor

  this, not wanting to fuck too quickly and feel awkward after. For

  the first time, Braxton did not want to run away. He wanted to

  take his time and enjoy the evening.

  Braxton rose to his feet and reached into his briefs to feel

  how sticky he’d gotten from the sexual play.

  Fabian opened his mouth to say something but didn’t, staring

  at Braxton’s build in obvious admiration.

  “My trainer kills me. I better look fucking good for all the

  agony.”

  “You look good, Braxton. Make no mistake. Holy shit. I

  could stare at you all night.” He started working his cock.

  Braxton wagged his finger. “Uh uh. No way.”

  Fabian released the hold he had on himself. “You act like a

  dom.”

  “Do I?” That amused Braxton. He was certainly a top in his

  mind, but a dom? “I don’t know if I want to tie you up…never

  did anything like that.” Braxton moved closer so their legs

  touched. He gave Fabian’s body another slow once over. “Have

  you?”

  “No. I have thought about it. I mean, not all the leather gear.

  Just being helpless with a powerful man. Like you.”

  The surge to Braxton’s groin at the comment was like

  lightning. He reacted, grabbing Fabian’s knees and pushing them

  backwards against Fabian’s chest, then he knelt on the bed

  between them.

  “Rubbers and lube…in the drawer.” Fabian’s chest rose and

  fell as he pointed to the nightstand.

  Braxton turned to look in the direction he indicated.

  “So…you want me to fuck you? Now?” Braxton was confused.

  At first he tho
ught Fabian wanted to have a leisurely evening,

  not fuck first. The mixed signals were hard for Braxton to deal

  with.

  “I don’t know what I want.”

  Seeing the apprehension in Fabian, Braxton released Fabian’s

  legs and crawled higher so they were lying face to face.

  “Why are you confusing me?” Braxton pressed their cocks

  together after making sure they lay side by side.

  “I’m not trying to.”

  “You said in the parking garage if all I wanted was a fuck to

  fuck you in the car. And you said it like you were angry.”

  “I did. I’m sorry.”

  “Now, I’m trying to go slow, have dinner first, and you’re

  anxious to get me in bed. What am I missing here?”

  “It’s me. I’m crazy.”

  Braxton wondered how crazy Fabian was. He couldn’t handle

  a nut case at the moment. He was one.

  Feeling both their erections soften, Braxton rolled off the bed

  and put his pants on.

  “Are you leaving?” Fabian leaned on his elbows.

  “No. Do you want me to? I just figured we’d eat with our

  pants on.” Braxton stopped getting dressed and said in

  frustration, “Just tell me what you want me to do!”

  Water welled in Fabian’s eyes and he didn’t answer.

  “God!” Braxton ran his hand through his hair and faced the

  wall. “It’s too complicated! I can’t handle one more

  complication in my fucking life!” He balled his fists.

  He heard movement behind him and felt the touch of

  Fabian’s hand. “Don’t go. I want you to stay. I’m not trying to be

  difficult. I’m trying to do the right thing for both of us.”

  Braxton spun around and met Fabian’s blue eyes. “And

  what’s the right thing, Fabian? Huh?”

  As gently as if he were touching a child, Fabian cupped

  Braxton’s jaw and drew him to his lips. At the tenderness,

  Braxton’s anger left. He held Fabian’s head, enjoying the

  affection, starved for it.

  “Let’s order a pizza.” Fabian smiled.

  “Sounds good.” Braxton rested his forehead against his.

  Chapter 13

  Fabian wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt while Braxton relaxed

  in his suit trousers, his sleeves rolled up and his shirt open low

  on his chest. They had ordered a pizza and while they waited for

  it, were sitting together on the sofa, drinking wine, facing each

  other. Mirroring postures, both men were leaning back on the

  arm of the couch, one knee bent, facing each other.

  “I came out young.” Fabian sipped the red wine. “I suppose