Free Games Boys Play by Fae Sutherland Page B

that's exactly what I was going for. Stevie, damn it, you're wearing too many clothes," he complained, circling his hips against the bulge in Stephen's jeans.
    When Stephen knelt up to fumble with the button and zipper, Zach was impatient as always and scrambled around to bat his hands away and get the job done, jeans around Stephen's knees, in under five seconds. Impressive little thing.
    Stephen was in the middle of tugging them the rest of the way off when Zach got impatient again and nudged him off-balance enough to send him tumbling back onto the saggy mattress as his lover pounced on his cock like it was his favorite treat. Stephen's pride swelled a bit because really, it kind of was. Zach didn't even try to pretend otherwise.
    But then, Zach didn't pretend much of anything. The man was as free and unapologetic and uninhibited as anyone Stephen had ever met. It was the thing he liked best about Zach, to be honest. Among many, many others.
    "Goddamn, don't suck it off, Zach." He laughed, managing to kick the jeans, along with his shoes, the rest of the way off, while Zach worked the kind of magic Stephen had never even known existed before he'd met him. Zach had opened his eyes to a hundred different things, not the least of which was the joys of having a twenty-six-year-old lover with an insatiable appetite for all things pleasurable, whatever they may be. A true hedonist, and damned if Stephen wasn't falling for him more and more every day.
    Zach lifted his head with a cheeky smile. "Are you giving me directions, Stevie?"
    Stephen laughed. "Hell, no," he said, lifting his hips to bump the head of his cock against Zach's damp mouth. "Just saying..."
    The last time he'd tried to give direction in bed, it had resulted in Zach deciding his new favorite game was long, drawn-out teasing and tormenting while Stephen cursed him to hell and back. His lover didn't take well to being given orders, even when it was something they both wanted. Stubborn brat, Stephen thought with a grin.
    Satisfied, Zach took Stephen's cock into his mouth again and went right back to what he did best--driving him crazy. Magic, that's what his mouth was, and Stephen had been addicted from minute one. His Zach was a candy drug, and Stephen was a fucking junkie.
    "Little bitch, you think you get to have all the fun?" Stephen teased, rolling them and hauling Zach up to pin him face first against the wall at the head of the bed. He knelt behind the young man, hands locked firmly, but gently, around Zach's wrists, caging them against the wall. "Maybe I want to play."
    Zach shivered, glancing back over his shoulder. "Mmm, Stevie...I love when you get all alpha on me. I take it I'm forgiven for the other afternoon?" His brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
    Stephen groaned, shifting his hips down to rub his cock between Zach's widespread thighs. "Forgiven? I ought to have you arrested."
    Zach just laughed, a fearless, airy sound. "Only if you're my cellmate, officer. I'm far too pretty for prison, and we both know it. Besides...I seem to remember someone other than me turning that peep show stall into a real life porno."
    Stephen growled, bending his head to scrape his teeth along Zach's shoulder, up toward his neck. "I won't be your cellmate, but I'll make sure I'm the one who--" He cut off when, abruptly, his cell phone began vibrating on the dresser across the room.
    "Noooo, no, no, no..." Zach whined, glancing back over his shoulder. "Don't you dare. Stephen!"
    Stephen gave him an apologetic look. "I have to, Zach. Hold that thought." He gave Zach a hard kiss and scrambled out of the bed. It took him a few seconds to find his phone hidden under the fedora Zach had tossed on the table, finally dragging it out from under the hat and to his ear. "Stephen Miranda."
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    Zach pressed his forehead against the wall, panting and trying to catch his breath. For a second, he let himself think it was going to be nothing. A wrong number or a fellow cop wanting