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boots and hat.
Okay...
"Galen? Galen? Where the fuck are you?" There was a
sinking feeling in the pit of his belly that damn near hurt, and
the fear was metallic and sharp in the back of his throat.
He heard a tiny splash from the adjoining bathroom,
Goober woofing and looking at him, ears flopping. Shane hit
the bathroom door at a run, the image of his Galen fallen in
the tub sudden and sickening.
Galen was in the tub all right, head back on the fancy
rolled edge, arms dangling over the side. His lower lip was
maybe an inch from the water. He was snoring.
Oh.
He stood there for a second, heart just pounding, then he
flicked the toggle that let the water out before turning on his
heel and heading out.
He heard a snort, a splash, a thud and a yelp, Galen crying
out sharply. Then nothing but Goob whining at his heels.
Fuck. Asshole. "Are you okay?"
"Shane?" Damn, Len sounded drugged, a little slurred, and
a lot wet and gurgly.
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"Yeah. Are you okay?" He didn't want to be fucking nice
and go help.
"Uh." There was more splashing and squeaking, and finally
a very damp and bedraggled Galen appeared in the doorway.
"Oh, shit, darlin'. I fell asleep."
"Yeah. You gotta be careful about that. You could drown."
He tossed Galen a towel from the top of the laundry basket.
"You feed Goober yet?"
"Yes?" Galen sighed, rubbing his hand across his short
cropped hair. "I don't know, darlin'. I think I did, but he
always acts hungry."
"'Kay." He'd just feed the pup again. And not yell. See him
not yell? He was so not yelling.
Stomping. Slamming down bowls. Possibly growling.
But not yelling.
Go fucking him.
"You're gonna explode, Shane. Come on. Let me have it."
Galen spread his hands, shoulders slumping a little. "I
deserve it."
He just shrugged, grabbed himself a beer, the air from the
fridge cooling his skin. What fun would that be? Galen was
tired, and they could go out whenever, maybe the next time
Galen was home. It wasn't like he was fucking going
anywhere anytime soon. Hell, he wasn't ever gonna get to be
any better than he was right now; he knew it. "I'm gonna go
change into some shorts."
"What time is it?" Galen had followed him out, staying just
close enough, but not quite touching.
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"Little after midnight." He hung up his good shirt, grabbed
his shorts. He'd gotten off at seven, showered over at Rick's.
Met Tommy over at the restaurant at eight.
"Oh. I. Damn." That hangdog look was gonna make him
kick something.
He didn't know what to say, so he just sort of didn't. He
hung the phone up and sort of wandered.
"Darlin'." Galen finally stopped him by slipping up behind
him, wrapping those long arms tight around him.
"This isn't gonna make me less pissed at you."
"What will?" A clean-as-a-whistle chin rubbed his shoulder.
Galen only got that smooth when he shaved twice.
"I don't know. Tommy offered to get me a date." One that
showed up, even.
Galen stiffened, but just as Shane was about to get all
don't you even dare, Galen nodded. "Yeah. I can see that. I'm
sorry."
"You needed your sleep. We can go out whenever." He
finished his beer, watched Goob drag one of Galen's flip-flops
down the hall. "You hungry?"
"No, but I could make you something." Galen backed off,
letting him go, one hand sliding down his arm.
"Nah." Shane took a deep breath and blew it out. "I'm
wanting Swiss Cake Rolls and another beer." Nothing like
comfort food.
"We've got beer. No Swiss Cake Rolls. Maybe Moon Pies..."
No. Galen didn't get to sound kinda lost and worried. Not
tonight.
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"Man, I'm batting a thousand tonight." He rubbed the back
of his neck. Man, this being pissed thing sucked. "You want a
beer?"
"Yeah." That smile was wry, Galen's upper lip curling. "You
want me to make brownies?"
"No. I want you to stop acting all worried and start
working on seriously sucking up."
That got him a sharp bark of laughter, Galen coming right
on up and pulling him close, big hands on his hips. "Want me
to kiss and make up?"
"I'm not ready to make up yet. But kissing's a start, yeah."
At least there, he knew Galen wasn't off thinking about
football and phone calls and trips and stuff.
Well, he was pretty sure, anyway.
"I can do that." Bending, Galen set their lips together,
kissing hard, pressing his mouth open to taste inside.
Oh. Oh, better.
He pushed back, letting out some of the frustration, some
of the aggravation from the last few hours. Days.
Months.
Whatthefuckever.
Fuck, his Galen smelled good.
Felt good, too, when Len grabbed his ass and lifted, pulling
him right up against that hard, wide body. That kiss had his
breath whooshing out, had him pressing close. He bit down
on Galen's lip, fingers pushing down into those shoulders.
Bastard. Falling asleep on him. Standing him up. Moaning,
Galen pushed him back, the world spinning until they hit a
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wall, until Galen could get leverage by pushing one thigh
between his. Then he had something to press against.
Oh, hell, yes. Yes. Just there. It ached all through him,
balls to bones. "More. Want more, damn it."
"Whatever you want, darlin'. However you want it." His
skin stung as Galen bent to bite his neck, teeth sharp and
hard.
"I want you. Fucking miss being yours."
"Shane." Galen looked at him for a minute, just stared,
before bending and putting a shoulder against his belly,
hoisting him up. Oh, Len hadn't hauled him to bed in too long.
He curled around Galen's shoulder, got his mouth on the
first bit of skin he could find and started licking and sucking.
"Uhn. Shane. Need." They made it to the bedroom, but
only just. He went flying, hitting the bed maybe a second and
a half before Galen hit him, pushing him down and kissing
him so hard he saw stars.
Fuck, yes. That's what he'd been needing more than
dancing, than going out, than fucking anything.
Galen rubbed on him, licking him, kissing him, soft sounds
coming from that wide chest. Like growls.
"More. Galen. I want." His skin felt tight, too small
everywhere Galen's touch wasn't, and he pushed up towards
that heat, getting all the contact he could.
"Yeah, yeah, darlin'. I want in you." Oh, that raw whiskey
voice shivered his spine.
He nodded, spreading wide as he could, needing Galen to
fill him up. "Now."
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"Just let me get..." Len scrabbled around, finally cursing
and pulling back, lifting his hips up, setting that hot mouth to
Shane's hole.
"Galen!" He arched, hands slamming against the
headboard and holding on tight as that hot tongue touched
him, pushed inside him. In and out, Len touched him, pushed
him, opened him up. Got him wet. Goddamn that mouth. He
couldn't breathe, couldn't stop crying out and twisting and
begging for it. Bastard. Making him need. "Please!"
Slipping back up between his legs, Len pushed Shane's
knees up over Len's wide shoulders, cock slipping against his
hole. Then Galen was inside him, hot and hard and feeling
better than anything had in so long.
Oh. Oh, fuck, yes. He nodded as they found a rhythm,
something that was just them and them alone.
Galen stared down at him, serious as a heart attack, eyes
hot as those hips rocked steadily back and forth. Len had that
laser focus, right on him, like he hadn't in a month of
Sundays. It was what he'd been aching for, missing, and he'd
almost forgotten. Forgotten what it was like to be trapped in
those eyes.
"Shane..." He thought maybe Len was feeling it, too, the
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boots and hat.
Okay...
"Galen? Galen? Where the fuck are you?" There was a
sinking feeling in the pit of his belly that damn near hurt, and
the fear was metallic and sharp in the back of his throat.
He heard a tiny splash from the adjoining bathroom,
Goober woofing and looking at him, ears flopping. Shane hit
the bathroom door at a run, the image of his Galen fallen in
the tub sudden and sickening.
Galen was in the tub all right, head back on the fancy
rolled edge, arms dangling over the side. His lower lip was
maybe an inch from the water. He was snoring.
Oh.
He stood there for a second, heart just pounding, then he
flicked the toggle that let the water out before turning on his
heel and heading out.
He heard a snort, a splash, a thud and a yelp, Galen crying
out sharply. Then nothing but Goob whining at his heels.
Fuck. Asshole. "Are you okay?"
"Shane?" Damn, Len sounded drugged, a little slurred, and
a lot wet and gurgly.
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"Yeah. Are you okay?" He didn't want to be fucking nice
and go help.
"Uh." There was more splashing and squeaking, and finally
a very damp and bedraggled Galen appeared in the doorway.
"Oh, shit, darlin'. I fell asleep."
"Yeah. You gotta be careful about that. You could drown."
He tossed Galen a towel from the top of the laundry basket.
"You feed Goober yet?"
"Yes?" Galen sighed, rubbing his hand across his short
cropped hair. "I don't know, darlin'. I think I did, but he
always acts hungry."
"'Kay." He'd just feed the pup again. And not yell. See him
not yell? He was so not yelling.
Stomping. Slamming down bowls. Possibly growling.
But not yelling.
Go fucking him.
"You're gonna explode, Shane. Come on. Let me have it."
Galen spread his hands, shoulders slumping a little. "I
deserve it."
He just shrugged, grabbed himself a beer, the air from the
fridge cooling his skin. What fun would that be? Galen was
tired, and they could go out whenever, maybe the next time
Galen was home. It wasn't like he was fucking going
anywhere anytime soon. Hell, he wasn't ever gonna get to be
any better than he was right now; he knew it. "I'm gonna go
change into some shorts."
"What time is it?" Galen had followed him out, staying just
close enough, but not quite touching.
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"Little after midnight." He hung up his good shirt, grabbed
his shorts. He'd gotten off at seven, showered over at Rick's.
Met Tommy over at the restaurant at eight.
"Oh. I. Damn." That hangdog look was gonna make him
kick something.
He didn't know what to say, so he just sort of didn't. He
hung the phone up and sort of wandered.
"Darlin'." Galen finally stopped him by slipping up behind
him, wrapping those long arms tight around him.
"This isn't gonna make me less pissed at you."
"What will?" A clean-as-a-whistle chin rubbed his shoulder.
Galen only got that smooth when he shaved twice.
"I don't know. Tommy offered to get me a date." One that
showed up, even.
Galen stiffened, but just as Shane was about to get all
don't you even dare, Galen nodded. "Yeah. I can see that. I'm
sorry."
"You needed your sleep. We can go out whenever." He
finished his beer, watched Goob drag one of Galen's flip-flops
down the hall. "You hungry?"
"No, but I could make you something." Galen backed off,
letting him go, one hand sliding down his arm.
"Nah." Shane took a deep breath and blew it out. "I'm
wanting Swiss Cake Rolls and another beer." Nothing like
comfort food.
"We've got beer. No Swiss Cake Rolls. Maybe Moon Pies..."
No. Galen didn't get to sound kinda lost and worried. Not
tonight.
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"Man, I'm batting a thousand tonight." He rubbed the back
of his neck. Man, this being pissed thing sucked. "You want a
beer?"
"Yeah." That smile was wry, Galen's upper lip curling. "You
want me to make brownies?"
"No. I want you to stop acting all worried and start
working on seriously sucking up."
That got him a sharp bark of laughter, Galen coming right
on up and pulling him close, big hands on his hips. "Want me
to kiss and make up?"
"I'm not ready to make up yet. But kissing's a start, yeah."
At least there, he knew Galen wasn't off thinking about
football and phone calls and trips and stuff.
Well, he was pretty sure, anyway.
"I can do that." Bending, Galen set their lips together,
kissing hard, pressing his mouth open to taste inside.
Oh. Oh, better.
He pushed back, letting out some of the frustration, some
of the aggravation from the last few hours. Days.
Months.
Whatthefuckever.
Fuck, his Galen smelled good.
Felt good, too, when Len grabbed his ass and lifted, pulling
him right up against that hard, wide body. That kiss had his
breath whooshing out, had him pressing close. He bit down
on Galen's lip, fingers pushing down into those shoulders.
Bastard. Falling asleep on him. Standing him up. Moaning,
Galen pushed him back, the world spinning until they hit a
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wall, until Galen could get leverage by pushing one thigh
between his. Then he had something to press against.
Oh, hell, yes. Yes. Just there. It ached all through him,
balls to bones. "More. Want more, damn it."
"Whatever you want, darlin'. However you want it." His
skin stung as Galen bent to bite his neck, teeth sharp and
hard.
"I want you. Fucking miss being yours."
"Shane." Galen looked at him for a minute, just stared,
before bending and putting a shoulder against his belly,
hoisting him up. Oh, Len hadn't hauled him to bed in too long.
He curled around Galen's shoulder, got his mouth on the
first bit of skin he could find and started licking and sucking.
"Uhn. Shane. Need." They made it to the bedroom, but
only just. He went flying, hitting the bed maybe a second and
a half before Galen hit him, pushing him down and kissing
him so hard he saw stars.
Fuck, yes. That's what he'd been needing more than
dancing, than going out, than fucking anything.
Galen rubbed on him, licking him, kissing him, soft sounds
coming from that wide chest. Like growls.
"More. Galen. I want." His skin felt tight, too small
everywhere Galen's touch wasn't, and he pushed up towards
that heat, getting all the contact he could.
"Yeah, yeah, darlin'. I want in you." Oh, that raw whiskey
voice shivered his spine.
He nodded, spreading wide as he could, needing Galen to
fill him up. "Now."
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"Just let me get..." Len scrabbled around, finally cursing
and pulling back, lifting his hips up, setting that hot mouth to
Shane's hole.
"Galen!" He arched, hands slamming against the
headboard and holding on tight as that hot tongue touched
him, pushed inside him. In and out, Len touched him, pushed
him, opened him up. Got him wet. Goddamn that mouth. He
couldn't breathe, couldn't stop crying out and twisting and
begging for it. Bastard. Making him need. "Please!"
Slipping back up between his legs, Len pushed Shane's
knees up over Len's wide shoulders, cock slipping against his
hole. Then Galen was inside him, hot and hard and feeling
better than anything had in so long.
Oh. Oh, fuck, yes. He nodded as they found a rhythm,
something that was just them and them alone.
Galen stared down at him, serious as a heart attack, eyes
hot as those hips rocked steadily back and forth. Len had that
laser focus, right on him, like he hadn't in a month of
Sundays. It was what he'd been aching for, missing, and he'd
almost forgotten. Forgotten what it was like to be trapped in
those eyes.
"Shane..." He thought maybe Len was feeling it, too, the
way his voice cracked. Sweat dripped off Len's chest, landing
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