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the act. Then

Braxton met his gaze. They stared at each other as Braxton

began moving his hips gently, allowing Fabian to control the

depth but not the speed.

Fabian closed his eyes again and reached between Braxton’s

legs, massaging the hard root of his cock behind his balls.

The sound of a moan from Braxton brought chills to Fabian’s

skin. It was deep, masculine, and sensual, like the man himself.

After allowing Fabian to suck away, Braxton then, one by

one, reached for Fabian’s wrists and pinned them to the

headboard.

The act making him excited, Fabian relaxed under the control

of this dominant male, and trusted him not to push too deeply

into his mouth.

Adjusting his position, Braxton began fucking Fabian’s

mouth gently, using just the tip of his cock while keeping

Fabian’s arms pinned to the bed.

Fabian began to grow hard again, enjoying the submissive

games. He sucked as hard as he could as Braxton drew out nearly

to the tip and back in.

Peeking up, Fabian caught those golden eyes watching him

like a hawk. When they connected stares, Braxton thrust more

quickly, just shy of Fabian’s gag reflex. In reaction, Fabian

began moving his own hips, but nothing was there to give him

friction.

Tasting pre-cum, Fabian closed his eyes, balled his fists and

moaned around Braxton’s cock. It set Braxton off and he gave a

few fast pumps and Fabian’s mouth filled with his cum. He

swallowed as Braxton let his cock to slide out, still pumping cum

all over Fabian’s jaw and neck.

Fabian was in heaven. He licked his lips and tensed his arms

in pure pleasure.

Braxton released his grip and sat staring at Fabian.

Fabian met his eyes.

With a smile, Braxton touched the creamy drops on Fabian’s

chin.

“Love you, you fucker.” Fabian’s heart beat madly under

Braxton’s weight.

“That what you wanted?” Braxton grinned and slid down so

they were lying on top of each other. He kept wiping at the cum

with his fingers, cleaning up Fabian’s chin.

“Yeah. You?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Braxton kissed Fabian and they rolled over

so Fabian was on top. He dug his hands into Braxton’s hair and

deepened the kiss, the essence of their manhood and sweat in the

air and on their lips like sweet indulgence.

Fabian held him tight, rolling and rocking on the bed as they

kissed, stunned that what had begun as a cold, intimidating

partnership, had morphed into a love affair of epic proportions to

him.

When the rough sandpaper of their faces began to make

Fabian’s skin burn, he burrowed against Braxton’s neck and held

him tight.

~

They got out of bed once to wash up, then crawled back in to

be lazy.

When Braxton finally turned his cell phone on, which he had

placed on the nightstand, it chimed with a multitude of missed

messages and calls. Lying beside Fabian on the pillows, their

legs intertwined, Braxton and he looked at the list of emails and

text messages together.

“We have to call Brianna.” Braxton tapped the screen to open

up options.

“Yup, we do.” Fabian nestled against him, cheek to cheek so

he could view the small screen. “Oh! Skype? Holy crap!” Fabian

tucked the blanket closer around his shoulders.

Braxton laughed and held the phone up so he could see her

when she answered.

“Hey, big guy.” Brianna’s sweet face showed in the small

screen.

“Hey, little girl.” Braxton laughed.

“Fabian didn’t do his magic last night. We’re swamped.”

“Oh yes he did.” Braxton pointed the phone at him.

Fabian waved shyly. “Hi.”

They both heard Brianna cracking up, and could see her

roaring with joyous laughter. “I love it! Finally you two idiots

got together!”

“Did we ever.” Braxton whistled. “Wow.” He felt Fabian

elbow him. “So? What’s the scoop, Ms Cambridge?”

As the noise of an infant came through the phone, Fabian

asked him softly, “She has a baby?”

Obviously they could both hear it crying in the background.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said, “I can handle most of them, but there is a

last minute glitch at the red carpet thingy tonight.”

“What red carpet thingy?” Fabian asked.

“A small independent film production,” Braxton said to him,

“I arranged it before you were hired.”

“Hello!” Brianna yelled to get their attention, but was

smiling.

“We’re listening.” Braxton shifted so they could both see her

on the phone.

“The EP wants you there. She said she expects trouble or

something. I told her to hire private security.”

“What kind of trouble?” Braxton asked, not hearing about

any trouble previously.

“Some jerk she worked with was shit-canned for breach of

contract and now he’s gone all six-six-six on her ass. She

forwarded me an email he sent. A real nut case, Braxton.”

“Shit.” Braxton thought about it. “Hire private security. Get

an off duty LAPD cop from the police union.”

“Okay. So, are you going to go?”

Braxton asked Fabian, “You busy tonight?”

“I had plans with a gal pal, but I can reschedule.”

“You sure? I’d hate to make you break a date.”

“Can she come? With her own date?”

“Sure.” Braxton looked back at Brianna. “What time?”

“Eight. Private screening. You remember all the details?”

“I do. You want me to do the calling for security?”

“Nope. I love cops. Let me.” She giggled.

Braxton could hear another squealing yell from her child in

the background. “You need to get that screaming kid some

food?”

“Hub’s got it.” She nodded. “Okay, one more email to deal

with…and you two better not be playing with each other while

mama’s on the phone.”

Fabian cracked up and Braxton spotted his blush.

“We’re not. Our dicks are recuperating from their workout.”

As he said it Braxton remembered his. He checked the time.

“Remind me to call Tyson at the gym and cancel.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Uh hum?” Brianna looked impatient.

“We’re listening.” Braxton gave her back his attention.

“Drew Persely is relentless. He offered you twenty percent

more than what you usually charged in order to ‘acquire’ our

firm’s services.”

“No.”

Fabian looked at him.

Braxton looked back.

“Twenty percent more?” Fabian asked. “He just wants our

representation, right?”

“No. He wants me to suck his dick.” He addressed Brianna,

“No.”

“You sure, Braxton? I mean, he’s got Mark Richfield. I

wouldn’t mind having that car company on our client list.”

“Christ.” Braxton rubbed his face in annoyance.

“I can handle him.” Fabian touched Braxton’s leg under the

blankets.

Thinking of Fabian’s experience as a youth, he said, “Not

going to happen. He’s a fucking bully-pervo.”

“Guys?” Brianna said impatiently, “Think about it? Okay?

It’s a ton of money and great for our firm’s resume.”

Braxton knew his answer.

Brianna said, “Okay. Let me call the LAPD for an off duty

cop.”

“Get two,” Braxton replied.

“Got

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