Free When Work Is a Pleasure by Alix Bekins

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    combined grip. “Yes, yes, yessss,” he hissed with each pulse, riding the waves of sensation. Garrett was so close it felt like he was sharing the climax.
    They leaned against the wall, breathing hard, arms wrapped around each other. Garrett indulged himself in the sensation of Justin’s cock slowly softening in his hand, while Justin’s fingers idly toyed with the waistband of Garrett’s boxer briefs.
    “Gonna need a shower,” he said eventually.
    “Can we share?” Justin asked, a flirtatious glint in his eyes.
    Garrett shivered. Fuck . Could he shower with Justin, touch him all over, and not fuck him after? Did he even want to?
    “I’ll be good.”
    “Bet you’re always good,” Garrett returned.
    That got him a seductive laugh in response. “I try to be.”
    Justin brought a hand up to pull Garrett’s face closer, kissing him lightly. “But you said slow, and I promised. It’s been a long day, we both reek of sweat and sex, and I have to be up early. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Mostly. If you want,” he added in a teasing tone.
    Nodding, Garrett led the way to the shower. The hot water felt good, washing away the sweat from the club, as well as the sticky mess that had soaked into his crotch.
    Justin touched him a little, of course, trading gentle kisses under the water, but they washed themselves and it was more, well, sweet than arousing.
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    When Justin dried off and turned down the hall toward the living room, Garrett reached out and grabbed his arm.
    “My bed’s a lot more comfortable than the sofa bed. I mean, if you want.”
    “Not sure I can sleep with you naked without jumping you in the morning,” Justin grinned.
    Garrett shivered in response to his tone. “But I like cuddling,” he said, making puppy-dog eyes.
    “Oh crap. Not those eyes! Okay, fine. But you’re the one whose virtue might be compromised.”
    “I trust you,” Garrett said, only a little surprised to find it was true. He did trust Justin. And if they ended up fucking, well, it wouldn’t exactly be the end of the world. He was already kind of screwed, figuratively speaking, by the amount that he liked Justin. Que será, será , he thought.
    Worrying about it wasn’t going to help anything.

    THEY slept soundly, hands and arms touching throughout the night until the alarm clock went off. Garrett hauled himself out of bed and into the kitchen to start the coffee brewing while Justin snuggled into the blankets and generally looked adorable. He wandered out just as the coffee was finished, his hair sticking up all over, looking rumpled with bleary eyes and pillow-creases on his unshaven cheek, pale skin blotchy from heat, boxer shorts falling off his hips.
    He looked like crap, objectively, but he was still so fucking gorgeous that Garrett kind of felt like he was going to die a little.
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    Justin made grabby hands at the coffee and took a long drink from the mug Garrett handed him, ignoring both the cream and sugar. His eyes closed in a moment of near-spiritual gratitude as he sighed with caffeinated happiness and then opened to offer Garrett a half-smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled in a still rough voice, reaching out to grab Garrett by the waist and pull him in for a coffee-flavored kiss.
    Garrett made him eat breakfast, although Justin laughed at most of the food on offer, wondering how on earth Garrett managed to stay fit eating as much sugar as he did.
    Justin settled on yogurt and some granola and then took a quick shower. By the time he’d dressed, Garrett was washing up the dishes and wondering what would happen next.
    Justin’s cell phone chirped. “The car’s here,” he said, hanging up before adding, “I hope you don’t mind that I gave them this address to pick me up.”
    “No, it’s fine. So, uh. What time will you be done? Or do