Chapter 1
“Marcus.”
He rolled over, burying his head under the pillow, and ignored the voice.
“ Marcus .”
Maybe he could groan and fake Benjamin out. He could always whimper and act like his chest was bothering him and get a sympathy pass. Maybe even a morning blow job. Anything but having to—
“Marcus, if you don’t get your ass up and answer your phone, you will never taste real bacon again. And I’ll ban you from Chances Are burgers for the rest of your natural life.”
His hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed his cell, sliding a finger across the front until he hit Answer . No fucking way was he losing bacon and a medium rare bundle of heaven. In fact, if he could get this call answered, convince Benjamin to play around some, and hit the shower, maybe he could talk his lover into getting out and visiting Chance and the guys. And if it happened at Chances Are, and lunch was involved…well, who could blame a man, right?
“Marcus here. And it better be damned important.”
A slight pause, then a familiar laugh filled his ear. “Marcus, please do not tell me you are still in bed. It’s almost ten o’clock, man.”
Marcus ran a hand over his face, then snorted. “Jealous much, Zack?”
“Fat and lazy. Never thought I’d see the day the famous Marcus Prater would rather lounge in bed than be up and working. If it’s like that, I can add Ben to my collection of men over here.” Zack laughed at the growly sounds Marcus was making. “Well then, if you aren’t ready to give him up, how ‘bout you meet me over at Chances Are for some lunch, and we can catch up on things. There’s something I want to run by you and Ben.”
Marcus rolled over on his back and fist pumped the air. Yes! He saw a big, juicy half pound of love in his future. But then he had to wonder at what Zack could have in mind. “Noon then? And care to give me a clue what you want to talk about?”
There was a weighty silence, and Marcus was almost ready to ask again when Zack sighed. “There’s still no word from Nick. Jeremiah’s really concerned, and I promised him we would see what we could find out. He swears it’s not like the kid to disappear like this. And from what I’ve been able to dig up myself…well, we need to talk about it.”
Marcus nodded. Benjamin brought the subject up almost every day, and while Marcus privately thought the kid probably found someone or something to entertain himself with, he was beginning to wonder. “Okay. See you at noon. Send my love to Archer. We’re looking forward to seeing you guys Thursday.”
After hanging up with Zack, Marcus rolled onto his back and tapped the cell phone against his chest while he thought. Atlanta was a big city, or more accurately, a collection of small communities that, all combined, made up the four million plus metropolitan area. Someone with the survival skills that Nick—or Gabe, his street name—possessed could blend into almost anywhere. But something that insignificant never stopped him before.
He started to yell for Benjamin when a weight bounced on the other side of the bed, and suddenly the sheets were yanked down and off. A wiggling body sprawled on top of him, and Marcus found himself more absorbed in the interesting way Benjamin’s hands made their way down his chest, tweaking his nipples before they roamed under his body. When Benjamin grabbed his ass and lined their cocks up…just right…he started to lose all thought except how damned lucky he was.
“Have something to tell me, love?”
Marcus grunted, loving the friction of his partner’s smooth skin against his hairy chest and belly, and the heat of their cocks rubbing together. He knew there was something important, but damned if he could remember. “What? Something? Oh, don’t you fucking stop,” he growled as Benjamin lifted his hips and slowed the delicious grind. Marcus reached for Benjamin, who rose on his haunches and sat on Marcus’s legs.
Shaking his
“Marcus.”
He rolled over, burying his head under the pillow, and ignored the voice.
“ Marcus .”
Maybe he could groan and fake Benjamin out. He could always whimper and act like his chest was bothering him and get a sympathy pass. Maybe even a morning blow job. Anything but having to—
“Marcus, if you don’t get your ass up and answer your phone, you will never taste real bacon again. And I’ll ban you from Chances Are burgers for the rest of your natural life.”
His hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed his cell, sliding a finger across the front until he hit Answer . No fucking way was he losing bacon and a medium rare bundle of heaven. In fact, if he could get this call answered, convince Benjamin to play around some, and hit the shower, maybe he could talk his lover into getting out and visiting Chance and the guys. And if it happened at Chances Are, and lunch was involved…well, who could blame a man, right?
“Marcus here. And it better be damned important.”
A slight pause, then a familiar laugh filled his ear. “Marcus, please do not tell me you are still in bed. It’s almost ten o’clock, man.”
Marcus ran a hand over his face, then snorted. “Jealous much, Zack?”
“Fat and lazy. Never thought I’d see the day the famous Marcus Prater would rather lounge in bed than be up and working. If it’s like that, I can add Ben to my collection of men over here.” Zack laughed at the growly sounds Marcus was making. “Well then, if you aren’t ready to give him up, how ‘bout you meet me over at Chances Are for some lunch, and we can catch up on things. There’s something I want to run by you and Ben.”
Marcus rolled over on his back and fist pumped the air. Yes! He saw a big, juicy half pound of love in his future. But then he had to wonder at what Zack could have in mind. “Noon then? And care to give me a clue what you want to talk about?”
There was a weighty silence, and Marcus was almost ready to ask again when Zack sighed. “There’s still no word from Nick. Jeremiah’s really concerned, and I promised him we would see what we could find out. He swears it’s not like the kid to disappear like this. And from what I’ve been able to dig up myself…well, we need to talk about it.”
Marcus nodded. Benjamin brought the subject up almost every day, and while Marcus privately thought the kid probably found someone or something to entertain himself with, he was beginning to wonder. “Okay. See you at noon. Send my love to Archer. We’re looking forward to seeing you guys Thursday.”
After hanging up with Zack, Marcus rolled onto his back and tapped the cell phone against his chest while he thought. Atlanta was a big city, or more accurately, a collection of small communities that, all combined, made up the four million plus metropolitan area. Someone with the survival skills that Nick—or Gabe, his street name—possessed could blend into almost anywhere. But something that insignificant never stopped him before.
He started to yell for Benjamin when a weight bounced on the other side of the bed, and suddenly the sheets were yanked down and off. A wiggling body sprawled on top of him, and Marcus found himself more absorbed in the interesting way Benjamin’s hands made their way down his chest, tweaking his nipples before they roamed under his body. When Benjamin grabbed his ass and lined their cocks up…just right…he started to lose all thought except how damned lucky he was.
“Have something to tell me, love?”
Marcus grunted, loving the friction of his partner’s smooth skin against his hairy chest and belly, and the heat of their cocks rubbing together. He knew there was something important, but damned if he could remember. “What? Something? Oh, don’t you fucking stop,” he growled as Benjamin lifted his hips and slowed the delicious grind. Marcus reached for Benjamin, who rose on his haunches and sat on Marcus’s legs.
Shaking his
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