mingled, harmonizing with a steamy love song on the radio.
They rocked, locked together intimately; Otis relished every moment, every breathy moan, sensing it all through a haze of passion. Warm puffs of breath sent chills down his spine, while powerful fingers stroked his cock in time with both "Be My Baby" and Garret's own faltering rhythm. They moaned one last time, muscles seizing as they pulsed in unison: Garret into Otis' body, Otis into Garret's hand.
They shook through the aftershocks, finally stilling, their heavy panting felt more than heard. Once they calmed, Garret kissed the back of Otis' neck, sighing as he slipped free to roll onto his back, dragging Otis' over to rest against his chest.
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A Lie I Can Live With
The next thing Otis knew, an insistent "Er, er, er, er, er!" interrupted dreams of him and Garret, fighting shoulder to shoulder, liberating Akutan once and for all.
He jerked awake, relaxing when arms around his shoulders tightened, pulling him closer. "It's only a rooster," Garret said. "They start crowing around five.
Go back to sleep."
More peaceful than he recalled ever being before, Otis sighed and burrowed into the blankets.
He next woke with sunlight streaming through the windows, and a grinning lover standing over him, holding two mugs, the unmistakable aroma of coffee bringing Otis fully awake. The cast of Tennessee Trauma bore silent witness to the best wake up of Otis'
life.
"Why?" he screwed up the courage to ask, taking the offered mug.
"Why what?" Garret cupped Otis cheek, sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes gazing into Otis'.
"We'd been out a few times before you so much as kissed me. Then all of a sudden you drop your guard and spend the weekend, then want me to meet your folks…
not that I'm complaining, mind you."
"You never asked for more," Garret replied, something unspoken lurking within the words, "which is why I'm still here."
"Wha… What?"
Garret sighed, breaking eye contact. He placed his cup on the bedside table, easing down beside Otis on the bed. Propping himself up on one arm, he gazed down at Otis' chest. "What do you see when you look at me?" he asked.
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Otis tried to find phrases that didn't sound hopelessly shallow. "I see a gorgeous man who works very hard to stay fit."
"What else?"
Otis shook his head, confused. Exactly what did Garret want him to say, and would he leave if Otis didn't get it right? "I see someone who's gone out of his way to share his likes with me, while having no qualms about trying stuff I enjoy, and you're...you're kind. You also like to use your job to do good in the world and give up free time to coach kids."
"Another reason why you're here."
"Huh?"
A slight hint of pink stained the man's cheeks. "No matter where I go, I get hit on: work, the gym, the grocery store, even during Little League games. There I am, minding my own business, and people I don't even know, men and women, approach me, slipping me their phone numbers or making suggestive offers."
Sounded like a good problem to have, until Garret added, "It's downright humiliating, I tell you."
He continued. "All they see is the outside, and all they want is sex, a conquest, to be able to boast to their friends, 'See that hot guy over there? I did him.'" Garret shuddered. "It ruled during my college days until I grew up and wanted someone to see me for me. I want to be appreciated for who I am, not what I look like.
"If you'd only wanted sex, you'd have gotten it, but nothing more." Eyes still downcast, Garret mumbled, "I wouldn't have stuck around." "
All the things Otis thought would scare the man off, didn't?
Apparently no, and Garret wasn't finished. "The night I came to your house and you asked me how my day went…well… That clinched the deal."
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"What do you mean?"
"No one else has ever, ever asked what kind of day I had. You did, and you didn't merely ask, you actually cared to
They rocked, locked together intimately; Otis relished every moment, every breathy moan, sensing it all through a haze of passion. Warm puffs of breath sent chills down his spine, while powerful fingers stroked his cock in time with both "Be My Baby" and Garret's own faltering rhythm. They moaned one last time, muscles seizing as they pulsed in unison: Garret into Otis' body, Otis into Garret's hand.
They shook through the aftershocks, finally stilling, their heavy panting felt more than heard. Once they calmed, Garret kissed the back of Otis' neck, sighing as he slipped free to roll onto his back, dragging Otis' over to rest against his chest.
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A Lie I Can Live With
The next thing Otis knew, an insistent "Er, er, er, er, er!" interrupted dreams of him and Garret, fighting shoulder to shoulder, liberating Akutan once and for all.
He jerked awake, relaxing when arms around his shoulders tightened, pulling him closer. "It's only a rooster," Garret said. "They start crowing around five.
Go back to sleep."
More peaceful than he recalled ever being before, Otis sighed and burrowed into the blankets.
He next woke with sunlight streaming through the windows, and a grinning lover standing over him, holding two mugs, the unmistakable aroma of coffee bringing Otis fully awake. The cast of Tennessee Trauma bore silent witness to the best wake up of Otis'
life.
"Why?" he screwed up the courage to ask, taking the offered mug.
"Why what?" Garret cupped Otis cheek, sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes gazing into Otis'.
"We'd been out a few times before you so much as kissed me. Then all of a sudden you drop your guard and spend the weekend, then want me to meet your folks…
not that I'm complaining, mind you."
"You never asked for more," Garret replied, something unspoken lurking within the words, "which is why I'm still here."
"Wha… What?"
Garret sighed, breaking eye contact. He placed his cup on the bedside table, easing down beside Otis on the bed. Propping himself up on one arm, he gazed down at Otis' chest. "What do you see when you look at me?" he asked.
A Lie I Can Live With - 59
Otis tried to find phrases that didn't sound hopelessly shallow. "I see a gorgeous man who works very hard to stay fit."
"What else?"
Otis shook his head, confused. Exactly what did Garret want him to say, and would he leave if Otis didn't get it right? "I see someone who's gone out of his way to share his likes with me, while having no qualms about trying stuff I enjoy, and you're...you're kind. You also like to use your job to do good in the world and give up free time to coach kids."
"Another reason why you're here."
"Huh?"
A slight hint of pink stained the man's cheeks. "No matter where I go, I get hit on: work, the gym, the grocery store, even during Little League games. There I am, minding my own business, and people I don't even know, men and women, approach me, slipping me their phone numbers or making suggestive offers."
Sounded like a good problem to have, until Garret added, "It's downright humiliating, I tell you."
He continued. "All they see is the outside, and all they want is sex, a conquest, to be able to boast to their friends, 'See that hot guy over there? I did him.'" Garret shuddered. "It ruled during my college days until I grew up and wanted someone to see me for me. I want to be appreciated for who I am, not what I look like.
"If you'd only wanted sex, you'd have gotten it, but nothing more." Eyes still downcast, Garret mumbled, "I wouldn't have stuck around." "
All the things Otis thought would scare the man off, didn't?
Apparently no, and Garret wasn't finished. "The night I came to your house and you asked me how my day went…well… That clinched the deal."
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"What do you mean?"
"No one else has ever, ever asked what kind of day I had. You did, and you didn't merely ask, you actually cared to
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