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Pete was across the room and to the bar before Kenny could say another word. Kenny
watched the two men for several moments. Whatever was going on, Pete appeared even
more distressed than Sean. Interesting.
An arm wrapped around Kenny s waist and a set of soft lips kissed his neck.  You
about ready?
Kenny moved Eli s hand up to cover his heart.  I thought you were having fun with
Nate.
 I was, but I m suddenly interested in having fun with you. Eli kissed Kenny s neck
again, adding a quick slide of his tongue.  And only you.
At the purr in Eli s deep voice, Kenny upended his beer and drained his glass. He
found a nearby table and set it down.  Let s go.
* * * *
 You know what I hate most about this Jeep? Eli asked, as his hand wandered up
Kenny s thigh.
Kenny reached down and repositioned Eli s hand to the bulge in his jeans.  What s
that?
 These damn bucket seats. Why can t you be like one of those cowboys who drive a big
truck with a bench seat? Eli began kneading the thick cock trapped behind Kenny s fly.
 Mmmm. Kenny spread his legs further apart as he slowly made his way down Pine
Street.  And what would you do with a bench seat?
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Eli lowered Kenny s zipper.  The same thing I m about to do only I d be more
comfortable.
 I like this side of you, Kenny joked.  Is it the beer or the friendship that has you so
pliable?
Holding Kenny s cock in his hand, Eli bent over and swiped the flared head with his
tongue.  Do you really care?
Kenny rubbed the back of Eli s head.  Not really. I just thought it would be a useful bit
of information.
When the Jeep stopped, Eli rose up and looked around. They were parked behind
Logan s brand new motorcycle shop. Satisfied that Kenny wouldn t wreck, Eli took the head
of Kenny s cock into his mouth. Damn, the man tasted good. With the help of Kenny s
persistent hand on the back of his head, Eli took as much of Kenny s length into his mouth as
he could.
Eli gagged when Kenny s length hit the back of his throat. He pulled back off, watching
a string of saliva follow him as he released Kenny s cock. He swallowed and smiled up at
Kenny.  I used to be really good at this, he apologised.
 News flash. You re still damn good at it. Just suck on the head. That s what I enjoy
most anyway.
Eli reached down and lifted the lever to scoot Kenny s seat further back, giving himself
more room. Still staring into Kenny s big blue eyes, Eli wrapped his hand around the base
and lapped at the head of Kenny s cock. He grinned when Kenny s nostrils flared, knowing it
was a sure sign he was doing something right. If they d had lube in the Jeep he d have been
in Kenny s lap in a heartbeat but this was probably better. It was important to Eli to show
Kenny how much he meant to him. Since Eli wasn t much of a talker when it came to
expressing his love, he hoped to accomplish it through his touch.
With the taste of pre-cum coating his tongue, Eli carefully reached between Kenny s
legs to fondle his balls. It wasn t easy with the cast still on his hand, but his three fingers
were left free of the confining plaster. As long as he didn t scratch anything overly sensitive,
he should be okay.
 Oh, babe, Kenny moaned.  Scrape it with your teeth, he instructed.
Still maintaining eye contact, Eli lightly bit the area just under the crown and pulled up,
scraping his top and bottom teeth along the slippery flesh.
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 Oh, fuck! Kenny s grip on the back of Eli s head grew stronger.  I m gonna come.
Eli pulled back enough to tap the slit with the tip of his tongue as he jerked Kenny s
cock. From experience, Eli knew what a thrill it was to see the seed entering a lover s mouth.
The first strand had too much force behind it and ended up on Eli s face instead of in his
mouth.
The resulting mess was worth it when Kenny cried his name. Although Eli would
normally move to cover the head with his lips and swallow the rest, he stayed where he was,
giving Kenny the full face painting experience.
 Yeah. Yeah! Kenny howled each time a strand landed on Eli s face.
Kenny s hand moved down to squeeze his own length, draining the last of the orgasm
from his sac.  Shit, babe, Kenny panted, drawing a finger through the thick cum on Eli s
cheek. He held his finger to Eli s mouth, and Eli eagerly sucked it clean.
Kenny grinned down as he continued cleaning and feeding Eli.  No doubt about it. If
beer and laughter does this to you, I can see a lot of parties in our future.
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Chapter Seven
The smell of bacon woke Kenny the following morning. With Eli still sound asleep,
Kenny knew Luke was up and if Luke was cooking, something must be bothering him. He
carefully slid out of bed, and grabbed a pair of sweats from the drawer.
Entering the kitchen, Kenny stopped and stared at the large stack of pancakes beside
the stove. Shit. Something was seriously wrong. With his back to the doorway, Luke obviously
hadn t heard him come in. Kenny studied his best friend for several moments, wondering if
he dared enter the room further.
 Morning, Kenny finally said.
Luke grunted.
Kenny walked to the coffee pot and filled one of the mugs on the counter.  You re up
early.
Luke turned bloodshot eyes towards him.  There s a football game this morning, or
have you completely forgotten about everything but that man in your bed?
 I didn t forget. Kenny glanced at the wall clock.  But the game isn t until ten. It s only
six.
Luke placed two more pancakes on the plate and turned off the stove. He carried the
food to the table and sat down without another word.
 Need more coffee? Kenny offered. He wasn t sure what the hell was going on, but
given time, he was sure Luke s damn would burst on its own accord.
 Nope, Luke answered, filling his plate.
Kenny took a seat at the table. He hated to sit down to breakfast without waking Eli,
but something told him it would be best to deal with the situation without Eli present.
 Smells good.
Luke passed Kenny the bacon and continued eating.
 I didn t hear you come in last night. Did you have a good time? Kenny asked, trying
to make conversation and fish at the same time.  Would you pass the syrup, please?
Luke grabbed the bottle and slammed it down beside Kenny s plate.
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