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Brandon removed his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock. He watched Nate s face for any
signs of discomfort. Finding none, he slid inside, inch by inch, until Nate was sitting all the way down on
him, completely impaled.
 Oh God, that feels so good. I ve missed you, Bran. I ve missed this.
Brandon was finding it hard to form a complete sentence. Nate was so hot, so tight. The warm water
lapping up against them and the look of rapture on Nate s face were too much. Brandon wanted to take
it slow, to savor the feelings of being inside the man he loved, but he couldn t. He grabbed Nate s hips
and raised him almost completely off, then lowered him back down. With each stroke and thrust
Brandon felt himself moving closer to the edge. He changed the direction of his thrusts and aimed for
Nate s prostate. He used one slippery hand to stroke Nate s erection while his other hand guided Nate
up and down. When Nate screamed out and shot all over Brandon s stomach, he thrust upwards one
more time and filled Nate with his release.
Nate collapsed against Brandon s chest. Brandon wrapped his arms around him and put his lips to
Nate s ear.  I love you, Nate. I ve missed you so damn much. I thought I was gonna go out of my mind.
 I m sorry, Brandon. I never meant to hurt you like that.
 Shh. I wasn t trying to make you feel guilty. Just don t shut me out like that again, okay? Whatever it is,
we ll handle it together.
Nate nodded, but didn t say anything. Brandon could tell he was tired.  Come on. Let s get out of this
tub. If you fall asleep, I ll have to carry you. As slick as this sucker is, we re liable to slip and break
something vital.
Nate stood up and got out first. He managed to make it onto the mat without falling. Brandon got out
next. He almost made it. He would have, if he hadn t accidentally put his left foot on the tile instead of the
mat. He slid backwards and grabbed for the first thing his hands came in contact with. Nate.
Nate made a desperate attempt to keep them both upright, but it didn t work. Brandon fell in a sitting
position onto the commode, which was closed, thank God. Nate landed hard on his lap, knocking the
breath out of him.
When Brandon was able to breathe again, he said,  Are you all right, babe?
Nate was shaking. At first Brandon thought he was hurt, but he soon realized Nate was laughing. He
turned around and gave Brandon an apologetic grin.  I guess next time I decide to provide a little
romantic atmosphere, I should warn you first, huh?
Brandon snorted.  First of all, I don t ever need help getting aroused. Just looking at you does the trick.
Second, with you being a doctor and all, I m just glad you didn t decide to slip me a couple of Viagra.
My dick probably would have broken in half when you landed on it just now.
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Being in bed with Nate and having no barriers between them again was heaven for Brandon. Of course,
being completely naked was nice, too. Brandon held back the covers as Nate crawled underneath and
leaned in for a kiss. Brandon pulled him down, rolled on top of him and started sucking on his neck.
 If you give me a hickey, you ll have to explain it to your mother.
 If she says anything I ll remind her of all the times she s had to wear a scarf to church to hide some of
the hickeys dad has planted on her from Pastor Oakley. He resumed nibbling.
Nate jumped as Brandon moved from his neck to his shoulder.  Does this mean I m forgiven for oiling up
the tub?
Brandon licked his way down Nate s breast bone.  Yes, but I can think of things I d much rather oil up.
Nate gave him a put-upon sigh, but Brandon wasn t buying it.  I suppose if you must, you must.
Brandon moved his hands down Nate s stomach to the dark blonde hair between his legs.  If I must,
huh? I ll show you just what I must do. Brandon had just reached the good stuff when the phone rang.
He fell back onto the bed.  Fuck. What s a guy got to do to get a little lovin around here?
Nate nudged him in the ribs.  Quit bitching and answer the phone. It could be important.
Brandon gave up and reached for the receiver.  Nash.
 Nash, it s Howard. If you aren t already, you might want to get dressed.
Brandon sat up.  What is it? Where are you?
 I m at a motel just inside of the Chicago city limits. We ve found Wilson.
Brandon was already on his way to the closet to grab a fresh pair of jeans.  Have you questioned him
yet?
 Nope.
Brandon tugged on his jeans, not bothering with underwear.  Why the hell not?
 Because I m not John Edwards and I left my crystal ball at home. Hate to tell you this, Nash. Wilson s
dead.
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