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have no idea." They held each other's stare for a few silent moments.
"Ready, John?" Blay finally called out. John sat dumfounded; his bright blue eyes were
as big as saucers. What the fuck? He mouthed. In the midst of he and Qhuinn's alluring
exchange, Blay had mindlessly forgotten that John was even in the room.
Blay chuckled at John's expression as he strolled towards him. Qhuinn smiled, walked to
the stereo and started flipping through his attached iPod, settling on AC/DC's Back in
Black. Blay and John took a few practice swings before they really got into it, Blay being
the first one to land a shot right in John's ribs. Fucker, John mouthed. He got Blay back
with a quick blast to the jaw. After an hour of going back and forth, their paces slowed
dramatically. They were both dead beat with heavy arms. John fell to the ground, flat on
his back. He pulled each glove off one by one and tossed them across the room before he
lifted his hands up. I surrender.
Blay laughed and planted his ass on the mat. There was no way he was going to be able
to take on Qhuinn right now. Speaking of Qhuinn, he was no longer in the room. He
probably grew tired of being a spectator and hit up the weight room.
John sat up and looked around the room, searching for Qhuinn no doubt. He looked back
to Blay. What's doing with you and Qhuinn? And don't tell me to ask him.
Blay looked at John and took a deep breath. What's doing with him and Qhuinn? Hell he
didn't even know the answer to that. "We haven't talked about it."
There is obviously something going on.
"Yeah," Blay mumbled and hung his head.
John clapped his hands and Blay quickly brought his attention back to him. I hope it
works out.
"Thanks, man."
John pulled himself up from the mat and smiled. I'm going to soak. I feel like a wet
noodle. He held out his hand to Blay and pulled him up from the mat. They gave each
other a quick hug and pat on the back before John took off to his quarters.
Blay walked over to the weight room, but it was empty so he ducked into the bathroom
and washed his hands. He leaned over the sink and splashed water on his face and
through his hair before grabbing a towel from the rack. He turned around and leaned
against the sink as he held the towel over his face. Jesus, John had given him a hell of a
workout.
"It's about time."
At the sound of Qhuinn's voice, Blay dropped the towel and looked up. Qhuinn was
standing near the lockers, fresh out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his
waist. He took back his earlier thought. This was the sexiest he had ever seen Qhuinn.
Blay pleaded with himself to remain calm and avoid hyperventilation. "Did you get
scared or something?"
Qhuinn chuckled as he opened his locker. Without any hesitation, Blay dematerialized
behind him, slamming the locker shut before he could answer. Startled, Qhuinn turned
around slowly. "With speed like that, do you blame me?"
Blay walked forward forcing Qhuinn against the lockers. He let the dark scent of his skin
intoxicate him as he leaned in and pushed their lips together. He grabbed his hands and
raised them above his head. Both of them moaning as their tongues moved together.
Suddenly, Blay stopped everything and sat on the bench in front of Qhuinn. Qhuinn
dropped his hands to his side as Blay examined the beautiful body that was standing
before him. His torso was even more spectacular up close and personal. He wanted to
take him right then and there, but that would require a shower first.
"Blay?" Qhuinn whispered, but he didn't answer. Instead he raised a hand and with the
softest touch, he slowly ran his fingertips down the length of Qhuinn's stomach, moving
across every ripple. As he got lower, he wrapped his hand around his hip and gently
pulled him closer.
With both hands, he brushed his fingertips along the pelvic muscles that drove him wild.
He could feel Qhuinn's body tensing beneath his touch, his breathing becoming deep.
"You have the best abs I've ever seen& and these right here& these are phenomenal. I've
always wanted to touch them." He looked up and locked eyes with Qhuinn. "You don't
mind do you?" With deep breaths, Qhuinn shook his head slowly.
"Cat got your tongue." Blay smiled, leaning forward to press his lips to Qhuinn's soft
skin. He slid his lips along the pelvic muscles until they met in the middle, the middle of
the perfect V and pulled the towel off, draping it across his legs.
Qhuinn's huge, diamond hard cock was staring him in the face. His own dick was
twitching in his pants. Jesus Christ, he had always wanted to do this. He would not allow
himself to get nervous. He grabbed the erection in his hand and brought his mouth
forward. As he looked up into Qhuinn's eyes, he lightly twirled his tongue around the
head.
"Oh my god," Qhuinn moaned, his hands weaving through Blay's hair.
Blay opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around the length of him. He slowly
moved back and forth as he suctioned around the erection. Qhuinn's deep breathing and
moans filled the room which only turned Blay on more causing him to go deeper and
faster. With his other hand, he grabbed onto Qhuinn's twin weights and massaged them as
he continued to take him all in.
"Holy shit, Blay." Qhuinn held onto Blay's shoulders as his moans grew louder. With a
growl, he pulled out of Blay's mouth, grabbing the towel from his lap and wrapped it
around his dick as he came. With his eyes squeezed shut, he backed against the lockers
trying to catch his breath.
Blay stared at him, feeling smug. He had just given Qhuinn a fucking orgasm and it was
everything he dreamed it would be. He stood up, forcing Qhuinn to gradually open his
eyes. He cupped both sides of his face and tenderly kissed his lips. "Maybe next time you
won't be so scared." He dropped his hands and headed for the door.
"Blay?" Qhuinn called out, breathless. Blay stopped and turned. "You're very talented,"
he said with one side of his mouth pulled up into a grin.
Blay chuckled and walked out. He needed a fucking shower and sleep, pronto.
Chapter 13
Qhuinn was still feeling light headed as he made his way down the corridor to his
bedroom. He couldn't, nor did he want to, get the image of Blay going down on him out [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]