Free By the Numbers by Chris Owen and Tory Temple

that became warm as soon as they came in contact with his skin. His left hand dropped instinctively to fondle his balls as his other hand stroked his shaft and coated it well with the slippery stuff. A tiny drop of his own liquid added to the smoothness.
    Trey planted both feet flat on the bed and arched up into the tunnel of his hand. The memory of Deuce's mouth on his was like a ghost in the room, something Trey could almost feel if he concentrated hard enough. The reminder of what Deuce's tongue had done was enough to make Trey groan out loud.
    The rhythmic strokes turned into hurried thrusts, despite Trey's best intentions to draw things out. Everything was tingling and tight, and his balls were aching for release, so Trey gave in to the fact that this was not going to be a long jerk-off session. Sometimes they just weren't.
    He let himself think about sparkling hazel eyes and a crooked smile, and how Deuce's body had felt next to Trey's on the couch. His dick throbbed in his hand and Trey gave a soft grunt in surprise when his come splashed over his fingers and onto his stomach. The orgasm uncurled from his belly and made Trey shake and curl his toes into the sheets.
    After, when he'd cleaned up and was once again looking at the ceiling, Trey wondered one more time if he'd made the right choice for himself, for Lacey, and for Deuce. Things had the potential to go really, really wrong. Trey had made plenty of wrong decisions in his life.
    He didn't want this to be one of them.
     
     

Seven
     
    Deuce put the last box of things in his car and looked at Pete. "How come there's always one box of random crap, no matter what? Almost everything I own is in storage or had to be tossed because of smoke damage, and I still have a box of crap."
    "It's the way of the universe, man." Pete grinned at him and then winced as his puppy bit his ankle. "You need to leave before I change my mind."
    "Hey, if you give it back, I have to unpack the car and move back in. Trey said no more than three dogs can come with me, including his."
    Pete rolled his eyes dramatically. "I let you stay with all of them."
    "He's giving me my own bathroom. Sorry." Deuce offered his hand. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate the space. I owe you, big time."
    Pete shook his hand and then pulled him into a back thumping hug. "Get out of here. Don't be a stranger."
    In the car, two puppies started crying.
    "I better go before Q bails." Deuce got in his car, thankful that he hadn't really bought too much stuff since the fire. He could move in one trip, even with the dog crate in the back seat. "See you around." He pulled out of Pete's drive and headed the few miles to Trey's place -- his new place -- singing at the top of his lungs to keep the dogs from being upset.
    When he got there he pulled right up, not sure if he should park in the drive or on the street but wanting to be close to unload. First things were first, though and he got the leashes. Dogs needed to sniff and pee before all else.
    Trey must have been waiting for him, because he appeared as soon as Deuce opened the car door and stepped out. "Hi." Trey grinned, giving the interior of the car a once-over, likely to make sure that Deuce only had three dogs.
    "Q, yours, mine." Deuce grinned. "Plus all my worldly goods that aren't locked up at Storage Haven. Small locker." Not a lot had been spared from the smoke and water damage.
    Deuce got a sheepish grin in return. "I trusted you; it's cool." Trey opened the back door and reached for the crate that held the two puppies. Q sat in the front seat and turned her head to watch Trey. "Hi," he said to her, giving her chin a scratch. "Welcome home."
    "Out you get, Q." Deuce opened up all the doors so Q could take her pick and waved a leash at her. "This is the end of line. All passengers must exit the train at this station. There are no further stops."
    Q got out of the car and stretched, taking her time and completely ignoring the crate with her pups. Then she