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where she was standing and ran into Xander"s arms. He was looking at

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her, bemusedly, when she planted a soft, mushy, inexpert kiss on his lips,

and he was still stunned as she backed away, wiping her mouth with the

back of her hand.

“Guess not,” she murmured. “Have a good weekend, Xander.

Think of me.”

And then they were gone, probably so Jed and Andi could scold her

in peace.

They waited until the rumble of the car had cleared their residential

block, and then Xander turned to Chris and said, “What was that all

abou—” when Chris was all over him. Mouth to mouth, body to body,

Xander went backward over the arm of the flowered couch and Chris

was right there, on top of him, kissing him until he couldn"t breathe and

couldn"t see and couldn"t think. He groaned, and hunger—all of that

carefully hidden hunger, all of that repressed need—roared through him,

and he went from good boy to horny man in one thrust of Chris"s tongue

into his mouth.

His cock was aching and full, and even though he was wearing

cargo shorts, it was about to burst out of them, and Chris was thrusting

his groin against his and ohGod…it was like his body had a license to

feel,toreact,tocraveand without warning, his entire body went cold,

then swept hot, and pressure built up in him, everywhere from his balls

to the back of his eyes. He wrapped his legs around the back of Chris"s

thighs, wrapped his arms around Chris"s shoulders, buried his face in

between that soft, male-scented hollow and Chris"s unruly curls and

howled, spilling in his pants after five minutes of necking on the couch.

In his arms, Chris shuddered and keened, and his groin thrust one

more time against Xander"s and the rapidly cooling spend inside