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fun.” He kissed one of Ellis’s balls then the other.
Ellis’s eyebrows went up. “Fun? For who? Me or you?”
“Both of us.” Jon licked a line from Ellis’s taint to the trunk of his cock. “Besides, the bathroom is farther away from the Marsh’s room.”
“So?”
Jon gave the head of Ellis’s cock a quick suck before letting go again. “And I was given explicit instructions to keep down the noise by Mrs. Marsh because she’s a light sleeper.”
Ellis’s mouth fell open. “She did not say that.”
“She did.”
“Liar.”
Jon lifted Ellis’s ass high enough to let him bite one of his ass cheeks. Ellis’s shout was sandpaper and broken glass. Jon lowered him back down. “Believe me now?”
“Okay, okay.” Ellis shifted his weight. “Please put me down now. My arms are going to give out.”
“Ye of little faith.”
“It has nothing to do with faith.”
Jon took Ellis’s cock again and Ellis made a strangled sound. He dug his heels into Jon’s back as he thrust his hips.
“Jon, please…”
Jon swirled his tongue over the head, then pressed it against the slit.
“Jon…”
He did it again.
“God…God…God…”
Jon blew a soft breath across the tip of Ellis’s cock.
Ellis jerked and his arms folded. Water lunged out of the tub, splattering the tile floor. Jon pushed Ellis’s legs off his shoulders. A panicked kick from Ellis landed a heel into Jon’s face. Ellis came up coughing and sneezing water out of his nose.
His wide-eyed look turned into fury and he punched Jon in the arm. “Asshole.”
Jon held a hand over his throbbing eye and laughed. “Hey, I’m the one who got kicked in the face.”
“You deserved it.” Ellis coughed some more and wiped the water out of his eyes. He winced and touched the side of his head.
Jon scooted closer. “You okay?” He went to take a look and Ellis slapped his hand away.
“I’ll probably have a knot the size of a baseball, thanks to you.” He glared and Jon burst out laughing.
“Sure, laugh. I bet you won’t find it so funny when you have to explain to Mrs. Marsh how her bathroom got flooded.”
Jon snapped his mouth shut and looked over the edge of the tub. The floor had been transformed into Lake Lanier.
********
Whatever Ellis had dreamed about faded and he lay in the dark, his body aching in all the right places.
Outside the window, the wind scraped leaves against the glass. In the short pauses between the gusts, the house settled.
Something was wrong.
Ellis turned on the bedside light and sat up. The sheets in the empty space beside him were still warm.
“Jon?” Was he in the bathroom? Ellis checked. Sopping wet terry cloth squished between Ellis’s toes. He nudged the towels away from the bathroom door so he could open it.
Empty.
A faded strip of light leaked from the gap in the bedroom door.
Ellis grabbed his nightshirt and put it on. Jon’s lay on the floor half under the bed.
There was no one in the hall.
The hairs on the back of Ellis’s neck tingled. “Jon?”
The grandfather clock in the living room ticked. In the kitchen the fridge kicked on.
Ellis felt around the wall until he found the switch. Light washed away the shadows and the living room appeared. Ellis started to head to the kitchen, but a squeak was followed by the slap of wood on wood. He made it to the front door just in time to catch a glimpse of Jon’s naked form move from a patch of moonlight and into a shadow.
Ellis grabbed his coat off the hook and snatched his shoes from the floor. He ran down the steps in the direction Jon had gone. Frost bit Ellis’s toes and the air stung his skin. He struggled to get his shoes on without stopping. When his feet were covered, he ran, but lost Jon to the darkness created by a web of trees.
“Jon?”
Leaves crunched to his right followed by the snap of a tree branch. The patch of woods gave way to a field lit by the moon and stars. The silver light turned Jon into a gray ghost
Ellis’s eyebrows went up. “Fun? For who? Me or you?”
“Both of us.” Jon licked a line from Ellis’s taint to the trunk of his cock. “Besides, the bathroom is farther away from the Marsh’s room.”
“So?”
Jon gave the head of Ellis’s cock a quick suck before letting go again. “And I was given explicit instructions to keep down the noise by Mrs. Marsh because she’s a light sleeper.”
Ellis’s mouth fell open. “She did not say that.”
“She did.”
“Liar.”
Jon lifted Ellis’s ass high enough to let him bite one of his ass cheeks. Ellis’s shout was sandpaper and broken glass. Jon lowered him back down. “Believe me now?”
“Okay, okay.” Ellis shifted his weight. “Please put me down now. My arms are going to give out.”
“Ye of little faith.”
“It has nothing to do with faith.”
Jon took Ellis’s cock again and Ellis made a strangled sound. He dug his heels into Jon’s back as he thrust his hips.
“Jon, please…”
Jon swirled his tongue over the head, then pressed it against the slit.
“Jon…”
He did it again.
“God…God…God…”
Jon blew a soft breath across the tip of Ellis’s cock.
Ellis jerked and his arms folded. Water lunged out of the tub, splattering the tile floor. Jon pushed Ellis’s legs off his shoulders. A panicked kick from Ellis landed a heel into Jon’s face. Ellis came up coughing and sneezing water out of his nose.
His wide-eyed look turned into fury and he punched Jon in the arm. “Asshole.”
Jon held a hand over his throbbing eye and laughed. “Hey, I’m the one who got kicked in the face.”
“You deserved it.” Ellis coughed some more and wiped the water out of his eyes. He winced and touched the side of his head.
Jon scooted closer. “You okay?” He went to take a look and Ellis slapped his hand away.
“I’ll probably have a knot the size of a baseball, thanks to you.” He glared and Jon burst out laughing.
“Sure, laugh. I bet you won’t find it so funny when you have to explain to Mrs. Marsh how her bathroom got flooded.”
Jon snapped his mouth shut and looked over the edge of the tub. The floor had been transformed into Lake Lanier.
********
Whatever Ellis had dreamed about faded and he lay in the dark, his body aching in all the right places.
Outside the window, the wind scraped leaves against the glass. In the short pauses between the gusts, the house settled.
Something was wrong.
Ellis turned on the bedside light and sat up. The sheets in the empty space beside him were still warm.
“Jon?” Was he in the bathroom? Ellis checked. Sopping wet terry cloth squished between Ellis’s toes. He nudged the towels away from the bathroom door so he could open it.
Empty.
A faded strip of light leaked from the gap in the bedroom door.
Ellis grabbed his nightshirt and put it on. Jon’s lay on the floor half under the bed.
There was no one in the hall.
The hairs on the back of Ellis’s neck tingled. “Jon?”
The grandfather clock in the living room ticked. In the kitchen the fridge kicked on.
Ellis felt around the wall until he found the switch. Light washed away the shadows and the living room appeared. Ellis started to head to the kitchen, but a squeak was followed by the slap of wood on wood. He made it to the front door just in time to catch a glimpse of Jon’s naked form move from a patch of moonlight and into a shadow.
Ellis grabbed his coat off the hook and snatched his shoes from the floor. He ran down the steps in the direction Jon had gone. Frost bit Ellis’s toes and the air stung his skin. He struggled to get his shoes on without stopping. When his feet were covered, he ran, but lost Jon to the darkness created by a web of trees.
“Jon?”
Leaves crunched to his right followed by the snap of a tree branch. The patch of woods gave way to a field lit by the moon and stars. The silver light turned Jon into a gray ghost
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