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cold of being outside for so long had been chased away and now Trent felt only a molten heat from within and around him.
    “Oh, hang on.” Andy paused, moving and picking up his sporran, the round leather bag that hung at the front of his kilt, to Trent’s moan of complaint. He retrieved something from it, grinning as he returned to the bed. Trent stared at the condom packet and mini tube of lube he held.
    “Is there anything that thing doesn’t carry?” he asked.
    Andy chuckled. “Kitchen sink?” He climbed onto the bed and stretched out over Trent again. “So, how we doing this then?” His spoke in a low, suggestive purr.
    “Your place, you choose,” Trent replied, tracing Andy’s skin with his fingertips again. He received a grin and Andy sat up to straddle him.
    “This works for me.”
    Lubed up, his fingers pushed inside one by one with little resistance, and Andy rocked down to meet them, making him groan. It had been far too long since he did something like this and he wanted to savor it. At the same, he wanted to move faster and get to the main event. Finally Andy was ready, begging him to “quit fucking teasing and stick your dick in there.” It was an order Trent was eager to obey after rolling on the condom.
    It almost burned, the clenching around him, feeling perfect as Andy drove down onto his cock, the body above him a pale, broad stripe in the barely there light. Trent wished he could see the glinting green eyes, the wild mane of golden brown hair better, but he would settle for feeling instead and gripped Andy’s thighs, moving up to his hips, shifting one hand to examine his member by touch.
    They moved together, beads of sweat running from Trent’s brow, their groans and cries filling the room. Trent gave one last buck upwards, releasing into the restricting rubber sheath as Andy dropped down, splattering Trent’s hand and both their stomachs with hot liquid. Andy’s lips found Trent’s again, moaning into the deep, lazy kiss. They did a minimal clean up and struggled to get under the covers when their limbs had become practically boneless. The New Year continued to roll in without them as they had soon drifted off to sleep, arms and legs around each other.
     
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      “Trent?” a low Scottish-accented voice burred in his ear.
    “Mm?”
    “I’m off in the shower; I won’t be long, okay?”
    “Mm-hmm,” he managed to hum, barely awake.
    He was lying in a warm, soft bed feeling heavy limbed and sated, his black hair the only thing visible above the covers. He wasn’t ready to get up and face the world yet. Though his ears picked up the sounds his brain didn’t really register them, as he was still mostly asleep. He heard a heavy door open and slam shut, then something being dropped on the floor, clattering against wooden floorboards, and a minute later came the sound of the bedroom door creaking open and steps approaching the bed. Oh, Andy’s back, that was quick, his sleep fuzzed brain reasoned idly, not realizing that the steps were too light for a man.
    “ Ha-ppy New Year Andy —”
    Trent yelled, suddenly jolted awake by a woman’s loud voice as she practically leaped on him. She screamed in response and fell onto the floor in her haste to clamber quickly off him.
    They both screamed in surprise together.
    “What—what?” Andy asked, panicked, as he ran in, dripping wet and with only a towel clutched around his waist. The strange woman struggled to her feet, turning to him while Trent held the covers firmly up to his shoulders and stared at them both.
    “Andrew! There is a naked man in your bed!” She paused for a moment. “Can I have him?”
    “No! My naked man! You go find your own!” He stepped around her so he was between her and the bed. “What’re you doing in here?”
    “I came in to say Happy New Year to you and I find him !” she explained, gesturing at Trent before giving him a bright smile. “Hiya.”
    “Uh, hi,” Trent replied, returning