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wanted to apologize.
 I know. Let me make you feel good. He reached for the button of Vlad s jeans, and the younger
man sucked in a breath.
After he worked the stubborn button free, Joe slid the zipper down and pushed both the denim and
Vlad s boxer briefs below his delectable ass. He d still love to be the first one to take Vlad, but given
their current situation, he would move slowly. Vlad s balls came into view, and Joe leaned down and
tilted his head so he could gently suck one into his mouth.
 Ot Yabis!
Joe pulled back with a laugh.  What the hell does that mean?
 Um, holy fuck, more or less. You surprised me. Vlad s grin was sheepish.  I don t usually go
back to Russian, but I did not expect what you did.
Joe reached up and hooked his hand around the back of the man s neck to pull him down for a
kiss.  I m sure you don t want to hear this, but you re fucking adorable, he said when they broke
apart. He took a light hold of Vlad s shaft.
 Adorable? Puppies are adorable.
Joe was sure Vlad didn t realize it, but the knitted eyebrows and frown made him even cuter.
Probably not a good idea to mention at the moment, so instead he smiled and leaned down again.
 Let s see if we can get you to say some other interesting things. He took Vlad s hard and
already leaking cock into his mouth and kept moving down the shaft until the wiry hairs at the base
tickled his nose. He had to go slow and concentrate so he didn t make himself sick, but this was
important. Vlad needed to know how much Joe wanted him, needed him. He swallowed around Vlad s
cockhead, wrapping an arm around the other man s legs when he swayed. He pulled away and looked
up.  Baby, sit down. I can t believe I didn t even think about that. You re gonna hurt your ankle.
 What ankle?
Joe pulled a kitchen chair over.  Sit.
Vlad frowned.  You cannot be comfortable on the floor.
 I m fine. Once Vlad was seated, Joe worked him in earnest, using his hand in counterpoint to
his mouth and listening as Vlad switched between Russian and English swear words. He pulled away
long enough to say,  Can t decide what language to use?
 I think in English, but right now, my brain is like oatmeal.
 Oatmeal?
 You know what I mean.
 Mmm. Joe returned to sucking Vlad s cock, now using his second hand to gently massage
Vlad s balls. It wasn t long before Vlad gasped and spilled warm, sticky seed into Joe s mouth.
Humming, Joe took it all. Strangely, it seemed to ease some of the sickliness he felt.
 So good, Vlad said with a sigh.  Now my brains are worse than oatmeal. They are totally
gone.
 I guess it s true what they say about a man thinking with his dick.
Vlad looked down at him.  You would know.
 I would, yes.
Chapter Seven
Once Vlad had put himself back together, he and Joey went out to Joey s living room and settled
on opposite ends of the couch. He d brought several baked goods, figuring everybody liked those.
Much as he himself would enjoy one of the chocolate-chip muffins as big as his head, he took out the
fruit salad he d also purchased and offered some to Joey, who shook his head, instead choosing an
obscenely large cinnamon roll.
 How did you know I love cinnamon rolls?
Joey took a bite and moaned. Vlad s dick made a good effort to twitch at the sound, but since it
had only been five minutes since he d shot down Joey s throat, not much was happening below the
belt.
 I didn t. So I also brought muffins and doughnuts.
 Really? Joey peered into the bag and licked his lips.
Is he trying to kill me?
 I m gonna get fat if I eat all these.
Vlad snorted.  I don t think you need to worry. But they are all yours I can t start eating things
like that, or I ll be overweight when I get back on the ice.
 If I eat all these, you re gonna have to help me work off the calories. Joey grinned.
I want him.
Reaching over, Vlad used the pad of his thumb to wipe a smidge of white icing off Joey s chin.
Grinning, he pushed the digit into Joey s mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when it was
thoroughly cleaned by a wicked tongue. It was amazing how much the icing on a cinnamon bun looked
like cum.
 Oh, I will help you. I am very focused on fitness.
 Quite obviously the case. But I d be able to see it better if you took off your shirt.
Rolling his eyes, Vlad did as Joey bade.
 Eat your food and then come here.
The fruit salad vanished quickly. Rising, Vlad went and stood in front of him.
 Straddle me and don t feed me any more bullshit about how you ll hurt me. Remember the
whole  a hundred ways to kill someone with my bare hands thing I mentioned the other day? I m a
deadly weapon, baby.
With a chuckle, Vlad lowered himself onto Joey s thighs.  Yes, of course you are. Now what?
 Now I make you my dessert.
Joey pulled him closer, then kissed and licked the exposed skin of his chest. When Joey lightly
bit down on his nipple, Vlad cried out. Why does that feel so good?
 You like?
He did it again, and Vlad could only grunt in agreement. The torment continued until finally Vlad
leaned back.  Fuck me.
Joey s eyebrows shot up.  Now?
Rocking forward, Vlad rubbed against the erection straining the towel Joey was still clad in.
 Yes, now. I know you want to.
 Fuck, babe, it s not a matter of want. Of course I want to. But are you sure? I mean 
Before Joey could beat himself up more for the previous evening s events, Vlad put a finger over
his lips.  I am sure. I want you to fuck me.
Joey s head fell back against the couch cushions, and Vlad rocked over him again, eliciting a
strangled groan from him.
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