For a moment neither moved. Garst savored the moment, the knowledge that he'd be here for a helluva long time going forward. Then Trell bucked against him, and all control shattered.
Garst plunged into him. His release built, tightening his balls and easing up his spine like a shuttle readying for takeoff. Not much longer, and from the husky pants coming from beneath him, Trell was ready to come again. Oh, yeah, that was his little fuckbuddy, always ready for action.
He came with a wild cry, spilling himself into his lover. His orgasm pummeled through him, draining him of everything except one simple fact -- he loved Trell. The muscles in his arms trembled, and Garst rolled to Trell's side in a sated heap.
They lay together, sweaty and satisfied, for long moments. The distant aroma of food came from the table, and Trell's stomach rumbled.
Both men laughed.
"Tomorrow you're buying," Trell said, easing off the bed to stagger across the room. He grabbed a cloth, cleaned himself off and tossed it to Garst, who did the same.
Trell returned to the bed with the food packages. "Tomorrow you're also on the receiving end." Trell passed a container over.
Garst took it, surprised it was still warm. "So he who buys gets fucked? That sounds... interesting." He opened the container and grabbed some silverware to dig into the meal. Suddenly, he was famished.
"Yeah, something like that."
Garst grinned and took a huge bite. He'd accept that bargain. He knew, somewhere in between eating and fucking, Trell would figure out this undercover fling had turned into something more. In fact, considering that he was sitting here at all, Garst figured Trell already knew.
Adera Orfanelli
Adera Orfanelli began writing several years ago when she discovered how fun it was to write stories about hot men and adventurous women living and loving in outer space. With the universe to explore, she lets the stars light her way and her imagination play.
Website: http://aderaorfanelli.com.
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