Free The O'Brien Way by Carol Lynne

she was pleased at the loving gesture. “I’m going to bed,” she proclaimed without looking back.
    Moby glanced at the clock and shook his head. It was only eight. No wonder his mom got up at the crack of dawn. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer before turning off the kitchen light.
    Entering the living room he smiled at the picture Jilly made. Curled up on the couch, Jilly’s head rested on the large down doggy-coat his mom had insisted on buying. Instead of waiting for Christmas morning, Moby’s mom had given the gift to the Rottweiler as soon as they’d returned home. She’d argued that a dog didn’t know what Christmas was so it didn’t make sense to keep Jilly from being warm leading up to a day she wouldn’t understand anyway. Moby had eventually given in. Looking at his beloved dog, he was glad he had. Jilly loved her new coat.
    Moby pushed Jilly over enough to make a spot for himself on the couch. “You’re so damn spoiled,” he teased and scratched Jilly behind the ears.
    Jilly lifted her head and yawned before settling back down on her coat.
    Moby took a drink of his beer and turned on the television. Although it wasn’t the way he’d hoped to spend his evening, he felt better after talking to Sean. He settled in for some quality time with his DVR and his best friend.
     
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    Moby shook the snow from his hair as he stepped through the door of O’Brien’s. It had been a slow drive, but the road had been cleared enough to make it possible. He glanced towards the bar and Sean’s eyebrows drew together.
    “Can I speak to you before you clock in?” Sean asked, scowling. “Jay? Can you keep an eye on the front for me? I’ll just be a second.”
    “Sure thing, boss,” Jay answered with a big grin on his face.
    Moby followed Sean to the back of the kitchen. He was surprised when Sean stopped at the door leading to his apartment. “Is there something wrong?”
    “Yeah, follow me,” Sean said, taking the steps two at a time.
    Moby did as instructed, wondering what had changed since their phone conversation the previous evening. Before he had a chance to ask, Sean turned and pulled him into his arms.
    “I can’t get you off my mind,” Sean moaned, kissing Moby’s neck. Sean’s hard cock rubbed against Moby’s, setting Moby’s body on fire.
    “Ah, hell,” Moby groaned. He reached down and unfastened Sean’s jeans. “Fuck me,” he growled.
    Sean reached into his pocket before holding up a condom. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
    “Lube,” Moby cautioned. He wasn’t opposed to having Sean’s cock buried inside him. As a matter of fact, he yearned for it, but a dry fuck had never appealed to him.
    With a chuckle, Sean dug back into his pocket and produced a packet of lube. Moby recognised the brand from the vending machine in the men’s restroom. “Good thinking,” he said, unzipping and ridding himself of his jeans as fast as he could.
    Moby started towards the bedroom but was stopped and swung around to face Sean. With a feral look in his eyes, Sean pushed Moby against the wall.
    “Where are you going?” Sean asked, reaching behind Moby’s balls to brush over his hole.
    Moby’s eyes closed as Sean plunged one long finger deep into his body. “I’m fucking you right here, right now,” Sean informed Moby. He removed his finger and spun Moby to face the wall. “Spread ’ em .”
    With his feet apart and his hands braced solidly against the wall, Moby stuck his ass out as far as it would go. “Well, what’re you waiting for?”
    Sean handed the packet of lube to Moby. “Hold this for me, sweetheart.”
    Moby took the offered slick and waited for Sean to sheath himself.
    “Okay,” Sean said, holding up three fingers.
    After squeezing the contents of the packet onto Sean’s fingers, he tossed the trash to the floor and braced himself once again. It was obvious their coupling would be a quick one. Not only were both of them incredibly horny, but