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Atlantic coast a little, they were checking into a nice hotel (the best since

the one in Carlsbad) and Xander was trying the same approach to making

love as he"d tried for getting unlost.

He claimed the shower first, and since usually he let Chris shower

first, Chris said he figured that was about fair. After he got out and Chris

jumped in, he listened. As soon as the water started, Xander called room

service and ordered everything they could afford. (It wasn"t much—their

travel budget was thin at best.)

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While he was waiting for the cart to arrive, he dug into Chris"s

luggage and pulled out the tube of lubricant (their third on the trip—

Xander was really starting to appreciate this stuff) and the sex toy that

Chris had laughingly purchased when they got lost in an old military

neighborhood in Texas.

It was larger than three of Xander"s fingers, and smaller than

Chris"s cock. Xander figured it would do just fine.

When Chris got out of the shower, Xander had set up their little

dinner and was sitting down gingerly, wearing his sleep shorts on the

outside and the hot-pink rubber thing on the inside. It made him squirmy,

and put his dick on high alert, and he wasn"t sure if he could justsitthere

and eat, but he had to try. It wasn"t a good surprise if you just threw

yourself on the bed and begged shamelessly in the middle of dinner.

Xander wasn"t sure about a lot of romantic shit, but he was pretty sure

that was true.

Chris was appreciative of the chow, and Xanderalwaysgot hungry

when he was nervous, so dinner was finished off pretty quickly. Then

Chris turned to him, as he stood, practically dancing on his toes, and

said, “What?”

Xander couldn"t quite answer. Chris was in his sleep shorts, too, so