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. You re afuckin tease. Tucker made a pouty face and turned to Chance. You hear that? Scotty says I ma tease. He stuck out his lower lip and batted his eyelashes.Chance slid a hand around his neck and pulled Tucker in for a kiss, plunginghis tongue deep and running his fingers up to cup the back of Tucker s head.Chance heldTucker in place while he kissed him hard, and when he pulled back, he ended itwith aFlashover - 88lick to the corner of Tucker s mouth.Chance turned to the bartender andshrugged. He doesn t kiss like he s teasing. Oh, fuck me, the bartender breathed, watching them both. I d let you bothtease me any day.Or night.All night. He wet his lips and looked at Tucker. What do you say? You guys play? Page 62 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlTucker met Chance s eyes. Do we? Chance looked directly at Scotty, but spoke to Tucker. No, he said firmly. We don t. Tucker didn t bother answering Scotty himself.He grabbed Chance by the frontof his shirt and dragged him to the dance floor, wrapping the hand that wasn tholding a drink around Chance s waist.He hauled himself up snugly againstChance s crotch and started a slow, grinding rhythm in time to the music. So, he said, mouth close toChance s ear, we don t play well with others, huh? Chance felt goose bumps go up his scalp at the breath in his ear. Nope.Inever did, in school.Teachers were always telling my mom I didn t listen wellor take directions, either. Tucker chuckled. The not takin directions part I believe.So damn bossy. Chance meant to say something else, but all that came out was a moan whenTucker s hand crept down to his ass and squeezed.His cock pushed insistentlyagainst the rough denim of his jeans and he d forgotten until now that hewasn't wearing underwear.And he was so fucking glad he hadn t when Tucker s fingers popped the top twobuttons of his fly and crept beneath the waistband.Chance dropped his mouthtoTucker s neck when he felt a sure brush of a hand against the head of hiscock.He darted his tongue out to touch the silky skin below Tucker s ear,smiling when he felt the tiny hairs stand up.His cock throbbed almost in time with the music and he pushed forward eagerly,frustrated when he realized Tucker couldn t get his hand in much farther.Tucker s own cock was a hard ridge against Chance s hip as they movedtogether, each seeking more friction and pressure.Tucker took a gulp of his drink and kissed Chance again, his tongue cool fromthe ice and tasting of sharp bourbon.He began to pant, his one free handpulling out ofChance s jeans and roaming over the bare skin under Chance s shirt. God,could come right here, Tucker muttered, pressing himself as tight as he couldagainstChance s thigh.Chance darted a look around. Fuck, where s the bathroom? he hissed, not surehe could even detach himself long enough to find it.Flashover - 89 Why oh, Tucker breathed. Yeah.Bathroom.Back a the house. He curled hisfingers into Chance s waistband and yanked him off the dance floor, headingtoward the back.They dropped their drinks on an empty table and Chancenoticed that Tucker was getting appreciative glances as they moved through thecrowd.Yeah, let them look he was the one who was going to have Tucker sdick in his hand in about five seconds.There were two small restrooms in the dark hallway.Tucker glanced up at theone with the figure of a woman on it and pushed inside. Don t guess we ll bebothered in here, Tucker mused, and then Chance found himself pressed withhis back to the wall. Gimme, Tucker muttered, scrabbling at Chance s fly, tongue darting out tomoisten his lips. Damn.Fuckin buttons won t undo. He jerked roughly at Chance s jeans until Chance chuckled and pushed him away. Quit it.Let me. He managed to get his fly open enough for Tucker to drawhis cock out and Chance sighed with relief.Tucker tried to keep a hand on Chance s prick while getting his own jeans openand only succeeded in frustrating both of them. Dammit.Dammit! Here, Chance whispered, steadying him.He flicked open Tucker s fly and hiscock nearly leapt into his hand, hard and leaking. Damn.You been packingthis all night? Tucker made a sound between a laugh and a groan. Pretty much.Oh God, do thatPage 63 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlagain. Chance nuzzled into his neck and stroked him again, harder.He closed his eyeswhenTucker reciprocated, cock leaping at the thought of Tucker hard as steel allnight. Fast, Chance demanded, hips thrusting forward into the tunnel of Tucker shand. Do it fast, come on.Wanna spill all over you. Keep talkin.Don t get enough dirty talk outta you, he said, pulling atChance s dick while jerking forward into Chance s hand. Want you to make me come, Chance whispered, and then we re going back outto that dance floor to give them all a show.Gonna grind so hard on you outthere, we ll make them all cream in their jeans.Okay? Tucker was panting now, one hand rucking up Chance s shirt to play over hisnipples while the other continued to pump him. Christ, yes.Yesyesyesyes. And then, Chance continued, sucking in a breath when he felt his balls drawup, then we re going home and I m gonna fuck you into the mattress, gonnapound you till you re walking funny and Gonna come &now, Tucker managed, and then shuddered within the circle ofChance s arms.Chance felt the hot spunk spill over his hand and didn t needanyFlashover - 90more coaxing.He bit back a groan and shot everywhere, his come falling onTucker s cock and the front of his jeans and then spattering on the floor.They took deep breaths in unison, trying to come down, and then Tucker reachedover to the paper towel dispenser.He shoved two paper towels at Chance andthen turned to the sink to clean up.They grinned at each other in the mirror, color high in both of their faces. Need me a drink, Tucker said.Chance made a noise of agreement as he pulled the bathroom door open. M thinkingI need more than one.Have to make up for all the pisswater beer you made medrink. ***Two hours later, Chance was happy, horny, and well on his way to drunk.They d been dancing all night, sometimes with other guys, but mostly together,making out on the dance floor like teenagers.Chance had had at least threebeers and two good-sized shots of tequila, poured generously by Scotty. If n I get you plowed, maybe y all will reconsider playin , he grinned, butChance could tell he didn t really mean it.Tucker showed up to haul him back to the floor.Chance barely had time toclunk his shot glass back on the bar and give Scotty a wink before Tucker waspressed up against him, cock thick and heavy in his pants.Chance s own cocktwitched. Thinkin it s about time we hit it, Tucker said, his hand combing throughthe sweat-slicked hair at Chance s nape
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