pul ed away and sniffled as he wiped the back of his hand across his nose.
“Sorry,” Kinzer said. “It's just...”
“Kinzer, I understand. There's no shame in being sad about
what happened.”
“I guess we'd better get to bed.” Kinzer scooped the sword
Dedrus had given him off the floor, hopped up, and headed to the stairs. “We got a lot of shit to sort through tomorrow.”
Dedrus didn’t move. “You can have my room,” he said. “I'l
just sleep here.”
“Come on. I think we can handle being in a bed together.”
“I don’t think I can,” he said. He wanted Kinzer so bad, as
he always had, and if he put himself in that position, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to resist making a move. “And considering what you've been through, I'd rather not disrespect you like that.”
Kinzer started up the stairs. “Then I guess I’l see you
tomorrow.”
Dedrus smiled. “ ‘Night, Kinzer.”
Kinzer jogged up the stairs, headed down the hal , and
slipped into his bedroom.
Spreading his limbs across the couch, Dedrus rested his head
on a lace pillow at the end and rol ed so that he was facing the cushions. He closed his eyes.
A few moments passed before something pressed against his
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ass.
He flipped over and hopped to his feet, ready for a fight.
Kinzer stood before him, holding his hands out. “Whoa,
cowboy. Chill the fuck out.”
“Sorry,” Dedrus said. Every hair on his immortal body stood
on end. “You freaked me the shit out. Did you need something?
Another cover? Pil ows?”
Kinzer wiggled his thumb behind the waistband in Dedrus’s
khakis and pul ed their pelvises together.
“Yeah,” he said. “I need something.”
He kissed Dedrus. It was a soft kiss, but as Kinzer’s hot
breath rushed across his lips, he thought they were about to burst into flames. He grabbed the back of Kinzer’s head and pul ed him closer.
Kinzer opened his mouth wide. Dedrus eagerly reciprocated
as his thoughts were lost in a sea of nerves.
But he couldn’t do this. Not while Kinzer was vulnerable.
Not while he was stil recovering from Janka’s death. He wanted
him. He wanted him so bad. But not like that.
Pressing his hand against Kinzer’s bulbous, jagged pec, he
pried himself free.
“What?” Kinzer asked.
“This wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to disrespect—”
“I know,” Kinzer said. “But I want you to.”
He wrapped both arms around Dedrus and spun him
toward the wal , ramming his shoulder blades against a painting.
73 Devon McCormack Dedrus couldn’t control himself. His fingers found their way
under Kinzer’s shirt and felt about fervently, savoring the dips in his torso.
The edge of the painting dug into his back, scraping along
the wal , before dislodging from a nail and breaking free of its wooden frame as it hit the floor.
Kinzer gripped the hem of Dedrus’s shirt. As Dedrus threw
his arms over his head, Kinzer pul ed it off and tossed it behind him. His fingers went right for Dedrus’s khakis, unbuttoning and unzipping at lightning-speed before they were at his ankles.
“Ooo. Lookie, lookie,” Kinzer teased.
Dedrus had forgotten he’d been wearing white bikini briefs.
Deep arches in his torso dipped down on either side of the
waistband.
He blushed. “Shut up. I didn’t think anyone was going to be
looking.”He tucked his thumbs into the waistband and hurried to
pul them down.
Kinzer grabbed his wrists. “No, no,” he said, sliding them
back up. “I like them.”
He knelt down so he was eye-level with the monster bulge
in the briefs.
Dedrus giggled, like a schoolboy, but being that he’d been
alive since before earth’s creation, he knew he wasn’t fooling either of them.
Kinzer pul ed the front of Dedrus’s briefs down. His cock
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and sack sprang forward, as if they were reaching out to attack.
“Been a long time since I’ve seen this guy,” Kinzer said.
Been a long time since I’ve
“Sorry,” Kinzer said. “It's just...”
“Kinzer, I understand. There's no shame in being sad about
what happened.”
“I guess we'd better get to bed.” Kinzer scooped the sword
Dedrus had given him off the floor, hopped up, and headed to the stairs. “We got a lot of shit to sort through tomorrow.”
Dedrus didn’t move. “You can have my room,” he said. “I'l
just sleep here.”
“Come on. I think we can handle being in a bed together.”
“I don’t think I can,” he said. He wanted Kinzer so bad, as
he always had, and if he put himself in that position, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to resist making a move. “And considering what you've been through, I'd rather not disrespect you like that.”
Kinzer started up the stairs. “Then I guess I’l see you
tomorrow.”
Dedrus smiled. “ ‘Night, Kinzer.”
Kinzer jogged up the stairs, headed down the hal , and
slipped into his bedroom.
Spreading his limbs across the couch, Dedrus rested his head
on a lace pillow at the end and rol ed so that he was facing the cushions. He closed his eyes.
A few moments passed before something pressed against his
CLIPPED 72
ass.
He flipped over and hopped to his feet, ready for a fight.
Kinzer stood before him, holding his hands out. “Whoa,
cowboy. Chill the fuck out.”
“Sorry,” Dedrus said. Every hair on his immortal body stood
on end. “You freaked me the shit out. Did you need something?
Another cover? Pil ows?”
Kinzer wiggled his thumb behind the waistband in Dedrus’s
khakis and pul ed their pelvises together.
“Yeah,” he said. “I need something.”
He kissed Dedrus. It was a soft kiss, but as Kinzer’s hot
breath rushed across his lips, he thought they were about to burst into flames. He grabbed the back of Kinzer’s head and pul ed him closer.
Kinzer opened his mouth wide. Dedrus eagerly reciprocated
as his thoughts were lost in a sea of nerves.
But he couldn’t do this. Not while Kinzer was vulnerable.
Not while he was stil recovering from Janka’s death. He wanted
him. He wanted him so bad. But not like that.
Pressing his hand against Kinzer’s bulbous, jagged pec, he
pried himself free.
“What?” Kinzer asked.
“This wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to disrespect—”
“I know,” Kinzer said. “But I want you to.”
He wrapped both arms around Dedrus and spun him
toward the wal , ramming his shoulder blades against a painting.
73 Devon McCormack Dedrus couldn’t control himself. His fingers found their way
under Kinzer’s shirt and felt about fervently, savoring the dips in his torso.
The edge of the painting dug into his back, scraping along
the wal , before dislodging from a nail and breaking free of its wooden frame as it hit the floor.
Kinzer gripped the hem of Dedrus’s shirt. As Dedrus threw
his arms over his head, Kinzer pul ed it off and tossed it behind him. His fingers went right for Dedrus’s khakis, unbuttoning and unzipping at lightning-speed before they were at his ankles.
“Ooo. Lookie, lookie,” Kinzer teased.
Dedrus had forgotten he’d been wearing white bikini briefs.
Deep arches in his torso dipped down on either side of the
waistband.
He blushed. “Shut up. I didn’t think anyone was going to be
looking.”He tucked his thumbs into the waistband and hurried to
pul them down.
Kinzer grabbed his wrists. “No, no,” he said, sliding them
back up. “I like them.”
He knelt down so he was eye-level with the monster bulge
in the briefs.
Dedrus giggled, like a schoolboy, but being that he’d been
alive since before earth’s creation, he knew he wasn’t fooling either of them.
Kinzer pul ed the front of Dedrus’s briefs down. His cock
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and sack sprang forward, as if they were reaching out to attack.
“Been a long time since I’ve seen this guy,” Kinzer said.
Been a long time since I’ve
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