Free ChristmasisComing by Shelley Munro Page A

from the massage chairs at the mall. This roller bit
stimulates either side of the clit. There’s another bottle of lube. Can you
pass that to me?”
    Liam climbed off the bed to do her bidding.
“What’s so special about this lube?”
    “Ah, just wait and see,” she said with a
teasing smile.
    “Did you realize your music player was in
here?” Fletch asked, still poring through the bag.
    Gaby nodded. “Yep.” She commandeered the
lube from him and opened the bottle. She squirted some onto her palm and turned
to Fletch. “You first. Lie back and close your eyes.”
    After Fletch closed his eyes, Liam felt
able to study him openly, visually examining the lines of his body, his
muscular build and finally, his cock. Gaby teased Fletch, running her fingers
up and down his length and, as he watched, Fletch grew erect. Then she applied
the lube with languid strokes. Fletch kept his eyes shut, but Liam had no
trouble seeing how Fletch felt about Gaby’s hand massage. His cock lengthened
under her ministrations, his balls drawing up rapidly. His heartfelt moan of
pleasure sealed the deal as did the musky scent of arousal filling the bedroom.
    “Hand me the vibe please.”
    Liam handed her the vibrator and soon the
low motorized hum filled the room. Gaby used the attachment to add additional
stimulation. She ran it over his balls and lower to vibrate along his perineum.
    Until today Liam had never studied another
man so intimately. It wasn’t the done thing to ogle another man’s cock in the
showers after rugby training but, right now, he couldn’t have shifted his gaze
if he wanted to. Part of him wanted to participate, to lean lower and lick the
bead of pre-come from the slit of Fletch’s cock. He shifted uncomfortably,
aware of the echoing arousal in his own body.
    He wanted to experience Fletch, in exactly
the same way as Gaby. Swift on the heels of the thought came fear.
    Panic.
    God, he’d be the butt of everyone’s jokes
if they ever learned his thoughts. It was bad enough with his mother and the
way she soaked up booze and drugs and jumped into bed with every man who took
her fancy. A shudder worked down to his gut. Thank god, she hadn’t returned to
Sloan for several months. His life was more peaceful when his mother stayed
away.
    “Describe the sensations to me,” Gaby said
with a final leisurely stroke, dragging Liam’s thoughts back to the present.
“Do you like them or are they too intense?”
    “They feel great now, but I think if you
used the vibrator on me for much longer, the sensation would become painful.”
    “Liam, I want your opinion. Lie beside
Fletch. Fletch I’m going to stroke for a bit longer. Tell me when the friction
becomes too much for you.”
    Liam settled beside Fletch, his pulse
skittering at the blast of heat coming off his friend. Already his imagination
was doing things to his cock and Gaby hadn’t started.
    “Enough,” Fletch said, his eyes popping
open. “I’m gonna come if you do that for much longer.”
    “Okay.” She stopped instantly and turned
away to jot a note on her clipboard. “What do you think of the lube?”
    “It sort of heats yet chills at the same
time. It’s hard to describe.”
    “Too much? Did the vibrator contribute to
that? Or was it solely the lube?” Gaby fired questions like a drillmaster.
“What’s your normal recovery power like?”
    Liam listened to Fletch’s honest answers,
fascinated despite himself. When men discussed sex, it was more about the
scoring. They never discussed details like this.
    “Your turn now.” Gaby squirted another
dollop of lube on her palm and grinned at Liam. “Ready.”
    “Go on. Do your worst.” Fletch rolled over
to his side, bringing him closer to Liam. “Liam can take the torture.”
    Desire jolted Liam, and his lids fell to
half-mast in an attempt to screen his reaction. Did Fletch realize the power he
held over him? Maybe he did because he seemed intent on taunting Liam and
pushing him past the