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dinner."
"I... I can do it."
"Do what, love?" He started undoing Paul's pants, button first, zipper next.
"Take it out."
He chuckled and shook his head. "You don't need to do it alone. I put it in -- I can take it out again."
He slid Paul's pants down over his ass. "Let's just lean you over the sofa here." He loved how Paul
moaned for him, wiggled.
He made sure to touch the lovely body as Paul bent over the arm of the couch, his fingers lingering
along Paul's crack.
"Jeff..." Paul arched, went up on tiptoe.
"Such a lovely boy. I want to lose myself in you."
"Where would the fun in that be?"
He chuckled. "I think it sounds fabulous. But I can't eat, sleep, and breathe you twenty-four-seven,
unfortunately." Jeff got his fingers on the base of the plug, though he didn't pull it out yet.
"No. I think we'd go a little crazy. And I know the guys here would miss you."
Chuckling, he pulled the plug right out. "Besides, we wouldn't appreciate the time we had together
if we were always together."
"Uh...uh-huh." Paul stood, ass muscles hard as little rocks.
Jeff cupped them in his hands, massaged them. "Easy, love."
"Sorry. Sorry. Oh, God. You have amazing hands."
"I'm glad you think so -- I love touching you." Jeff squeezed again and nibbled on his neck.
"My pants are down."
"I noticed. Makes it easier to touch."
He did love Paul's soft little laugh. "Excellent point."
"Maybe we should eat naked."
"What did you cook?"
"Oh, I didn't cook. I wanted this to be a special meal." He winked at Paul. "I have lobster mac and
cheese, steak and baked potato, and raspberry chocolate mousse."
Paul's eyes actually crossed. "Oh, God."
"I may be only an okay cook, but I can order with the best of them."
"It sounds amazing. Thank you."
He helped Paul step out of his pants and led his naked lover to the kitchen. Grabbing a couple of
tea towels, he put one down on Paul's chair, and one on his own. He wasn't going to make Paul eat
naked alone, but he wasn't going to strip until he'd taken the food out of the over, either.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Just sit, love. It's just taking food out of the oven."
"It smells so good. Lobster mac and cheese! I've always always -- always -- wanted to try that."
"Then I'm happy to be the one to give it to you for the first time."
Paul kissed him, the smooch playful, happy. Joyful. Smiling, he hooked his arm around Paul's waist
and took another kiss. Paul opened up to him, but he kept the kiss light, loving Paul's relaxation.
"Now sit, and eat my bought-especially-for-you lobster mac and cheese."
"Yes, Jeff." Paul kissed the tip of his nose.
God, he was so falling in love with this lovely man.
Paul fell on the mac and cheese like a starving man, gratifyingly eager, savoring each taste.
"Is it everything you hoped?" He hadn't even tasted his own yet.
"Oh, my God. How yummy."
"Cool." Smiling, he took a bite of his own. Damn, it was really good. Nearly as good as watching
Paul enjoying it.
They spent the rest of the meal feeding each other, chatting. It fascinated him, how once Paul
relaxed with him, the man was articulate, wickedly smart, and incredibly charming. No wonder the
man made an amazing bartender.
And no wonder Jeff was falling more in love with Paul the more he spent time with him.
By dessert, Paul was in his lap, laughing and teasing. It was the perfect precursor to making love
without a condom for the first time, the whole evening building the joy and intimacy between them.
There hadn't been any knocking on the door, no panicked phone calls. It was amazing. He liked to
think it had more than a little to do with him spending his time with the boys during the day, helping to
ground them, implementing his rules. That truly made a difference, and this was the proof.
"Would you like to move to the bedroom?" he asked.
"Do you need me to clean up first?"
"Usually I'd say yes, but this evening we're just going to go straight to the bedroom." He knew Paul
enjoyed service, so any other time he would have said yes.
"Straight to the bedroom?"
"Yep. I'm eager to make love to you." He grinned. "The dishes will still be there for you in the
morning."
"Yes, love, but we're not. Straight, that is."
"Oh!" He laughed as the penny dropped. "My clever boy."
Paul beamed, chuckled at him. "Thank you. I like to play."
He knew that, Paul's sense of play was just one of the many wonderful things about the man. "I
know. It's one of my favorite things about you."
They moved into the bedroom together, hand and hand. Already naked, there was nothing to
remove, which meant they could head right for the bed and not have to worry about any pesky
clothing. Ease of access -- Jeff approved.
"We're really doing this, huh? You and me?" God, Paul was so sweet, so trusting.
"We are. I've never wanted to with anyone else -- you're it." Jeff wanted Paul to know how special
he was.
"I want to be. It, that is. Your "it'."
"That works perfectly for me." Jeff couldn't help but beam. Paul made him so happy.
"Good." Paul moved close to him, reached for him.
He picked Paul up and laid him on the bed, lying down against the beautiful, slender body.
"I hope no one knocks."
"Me, too. It's too late for emergencies." He gave Paul a wink and closed the distance between their
mouths. If Paul was focused entirely on him, he wouldn't have time to worry about interruptions.
Paul moaned, lips parting underneath his. Good boy. His tongue swept in, and he tasted Paul and
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