Page 60 of The Locker Room

God screamed, his voice hoarse and muffled by his pillow, and Xander"s

entire body went cold, and his vision went black, and everything in his

universe centered around his balls, and his cock, and dumping come into

Chris"s ass.

He came so hard he almost passed out.

When he was done, he collapsed sideways, and watched detachedly

as the dark spots did the Macarena in front of his eyes. He was brought

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to earth slowly by Chris"s hand on his face, and although he moved

slowly, he did manage to trap that hand against an already stubbled jaw.

“Going to live, big guy?”

Xander blinked sleepily at him and smiled. He wasn"t sure what

was in his smile, but Chris"s bemused smile suddenly became darker,

intense, and Chris claimed his mouth hard, and a little bit desperately.

They were both sweating and sticky, and covered in lube and come, but

Chris opened his mouth and mashed that clean, hairless, muscled chest

against Xander"s, and Xander engulfed him in a deep, shivering kiss.

They didn"t necessarily pull away so much as fall apart, lulled by soft

pillows and the threat of sleep.

“That felt amazing, Xander. Do you trust me enough to do that to

you?”

Xander was too sleepy, too replete to freak out about trust. All he

knew was that Chris had trusted him, and what they"d just done… it had

been amazing. Glorious. Beautiful. He owed Chris.

“Yeah,” he said, without thinking about it. “Tomorrow. After we

go surfing.” Because the hotel was right across from the beach, and

surfboard rentals. They"d planned to be there for three days, just to go

surfing, because the sea was crystal blue and the sky was, too, and the

idea of being free inside that world of blue had made them howl and