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the plates.
"Sure. That'd be great. And these look amazing." He grabbed the mustard and pickles, put some on his
burger.
"Thanks." Clay loaded up and then grabbed some salad.
He watched the man eat for a moment and then dug into his own. Oh, God, that was good. Like whoa
good. "We do good work together," he managed around a mouthful of burger.
"We do. I hope we get to work together more."
"Now that I know your secret about the accounts, I'm betting we will."
"I'd want to spend time anyway."
He reached out with his foot, sliding it up along Clay's leg. "You're good for my ego, Clay." The man
made him feel like a million bucks.
"You're good in my bed, babe."
Bean nodded. "Feels like I belong there, man." Like he was made for the man, for getting fucked into
next week.
"Good." So serious. Clay looked like he meant it.
Bean's stomach got all fluttery, and suddenly the food lost its flavor; his entire focus was on Clay. Clay
reached out, fingers brushing his bottom lip. His tongue slid out to touch the tips of them.
"Mmm. Burger okay?"
"Burger? Oh! Yeah." He grinned sheepishly and waved the hand holding his burger. "Yeah, it's really
good."
"It is. Never did the mushroom thing before."
"I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He grinned. "You get tired of plain old hamburgers after about the
eight-hundredth night in a row."
"Oh, I have to add in pizza and tacos."
"Spaghetti for a little Italian variation."
"Yep. Simple stuff. Darius cooks if I need fancy."
"Must be cool having a cook in the family."
"It can be." Clay grinned over. "It can also be irritating as fuck."
Bean just laughed. "Still haven't forgiven them, huh?"
"Oh, it's not that. You should see a chef eating at someone else's restaurant. It's like hell."
"Yeah? He get all compare-y and shit?"
Clay snorted. "You have no idea."
"No, I don't. I mean, I've seen them around, and Bake's been drooling after them for ages, but I'd never
met 'em before the other day."
"They're trouble, but they're decent people. Darius is one of the hardest-working people you'll ever
meet, and Dev has a good sense of humor. They just get bored, more than anything. And there's two of
them, so they set each other up."
"They egg each other on, huh? I wouldn't knowanything about that." He gave Clay a wink.
"No, no, I bet you wouldn't." Clay chuckled and dug back into his burger.
They finished their meal in silence, but Bean hardly tasted it anymore. His focus just wasn't on the food;
he couldn't help being taken by Clay. The man really did it for him.
"You want to go watch a movie, babe? Explore the couch?"
"Whatever you want, Clay. That sounds mighty fine." Somehow, he thought exploring the couch would
end up exploring each other, but he could so live with that.
He helped Clay clear the table, bringing everything inside and making quick work of washing the dishes.
They did work well together, and bumped shoulders and hips as they moved around the kitchen.
"There's ice cream, if you want."
"Yeah? Depends on what flavor." Not that he was terribly picky.
"I have rocky road and butter pecan."
"Oh, yes, please."
"Which one?"
"Oh, I have to choose?" He pouted.
Clay hooted at him. "Scoop of each. I got it."
"Mmm. I'm feeling kind of spoiled. I like it." He could get used to it.
"You can take a turn next." Clay grabbed two big bowls and an ice cream scoop.
"At spoiling you? Be my pleasure. What exactly did you have in mind?"
"Mmm. Blow jobs. Hand jobs. Riding my cock 'til I scream?"
His heart skipped a beat, and Bean couldn't stop his moan. "If that's spoiling you, then oh, yes, I can do
it."
"I have fabulous ideas." Huge piles of ice cream were scooped out.
"And an amazing ice cream scoop." He leaned against Clay's back, laid his head against one shoulder.
"Yep. I may have a little sweet tooth..."
"Really? How come you're in such good shape, then?" He took advantage of the subject to slide his
hand along Clay's naked torso.
"Hours and hours of weight lifting."
"Oh, God, I bet that's fun to watch." He could just imagine all these muscles working hard, sweat
dripping down along Clay's skin. He groaned.
"That's what the basement's for right now." Clay grinned.
He chuckled and took one of the bowls from Clay, following as they moved to the living room. "Well, I
definitely want a front row seat to that show."
"Tomorrow morning work for you?" Was that an offer to spend the night again?
"It does." Bean licked his lips. "More than."
"Cool." Clay grabbed him up by the waist again, dragged him into a hard kiss.
Bean opened right up, ready to forget about his ice cream and movies and everything else in favor of
making out with Clay. God, the man was so sexy, so strong. Of course, Clay backed off, drew him into
the living room and sat him down. Trying not to pout, 'cause it was stupid to pout when you had ice
cream, he dug in. His eyes stayed on the man, though, admiring.
Clay took a spoonful of ice cream, moaning over the bite, eyes crossing. Bean grinned. God, the man
was something else. He was definitely smitten. In a way he'd never been before. He took a spoonful of
butter pecan, licking the cold stuff off the spoon. It surprised him when Clay leaned over and licked his
lips clean. He gasped softly, his mouth opening for Clay.
The kiss was slow and lazy, Clay lapping his lips. Fuck, he was already addicted to the way the man
made him feel.
They ate their ice cream, sharing drugging kisses in between bites. By the time they were done, he was
harder than he'd ever been, his balls aching.
"Good ice cream." Clay was flushed, breathing hard.
"Best I've ever had."
"Cool." Clay put the bowls on the coffee table, then slowly and deliberately pushed him back onto the
sofa, muscled body covering his.
Bean reached up and looped his fingers around Clay's neck, holding on.
"Hey." God, that solid body felt good.
"Hey." He smiled, legs sliding to wrap around Clay's waist. "And I thought the ice cream was good. This
blows it out of the water."
"Mmmhmm." Clay leaned down against him, hips moving lazily.
He pushed back against Clay, wanting more. He could get off on how Clay looked at him, how one kiss
became another and another and another. He'd never felt like this and it was fucking sweet, intoxicating.
Moaning, he gave himself up to Clay, ready to let the man do anything to him. Anything.
Clay didn't push it -- the kisses didn't get wilder or harder, they just kept coming and coming. Bean
thought, just maybe, he'd drown in them. He couldn't think of a better way to go.
His hands were sliding up and down Clay's back, loving the sensation of warm skin against his palms.
When he found a hot spot, Clay moaned for him, pushed down into him a little harder. He'd go back to
those spots over and over, and sometimes slip his hands down to Clay's ass and just hold on.
"You're fucking addictive, babe." The words were soft, followed by little biting kisses.
"Back at you," he managed between gasps.
"Are we basking?"
"I thought this was foreplay."
"Either way works."
Bean nodded. "Long as we're at it together, yeah?"
"Excellent." His lips were taken again, cutting off the conversation.
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