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you‟re practically undressing me with your eyes. You have no idea how many times I‟ve wanted to come over to you to kiss you or just touch you and you have no idea how many times I‟ve had to hide what that look of yours does to me.” Gable sniffed and his mood seemed to lighten up a bit. “Now there‟s the pot calling the kettle black,” he snorted. “There‟s a reason why I sometimes couldn‟t look at you . I feel like I‟ve been running around with a hard-on in my jeans for weeks. Working alongside you wasn‟t always easy. Do you know how many excuses I‟ve had to think of to have some privacy to release a bit of tension?”
    “Like in the shower?” Flynn teased.
    “I couldn‟t believe you were watching me. And then I realized that it was turning you on.” Gable paused as if he was recalling in his mind what had happened. “Before that I could always tell myself that you were probably straight so it was no use lusting after you, but after I saw that flushed complexion of yours, as if I‟d caught you with your hand down your pants….”
    “You did. I couldn‟t help myself,” Flynn admitted. Because they were so close together, the memory made Flynn‟s body react again.
    He‟d hoped that the fact they were both wearing clothes would prevent that, but the images were too vivid. “Seeing you naked was already a turn-on. Seeing your hand wrap around your cock and then seeing it swell right in front of my eyes… it was like a dream come true.”
    “Come on….” Gable said quietly, shrugging a little. It sounded like he couldn‟t believe what Flynn was saying.
    “What?” Flynn whispered. He ground his burgeoning bulge against Gable‟s ass, both to satisfy the need of his own body and to let Gable feel what he was doing to him. Flynn felt Gable‟s stomach muscles tense up under his hand, though. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that you turn me on?”
    Gable sighed. “Because I‟m damaged goods. Not to mention, I‟m old enough to be your father.”
    Flynn moved back and pulled Gable along with him so they were lying on their backs. “Look at me,” he commanded with a serious tone 55

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    in his voice. “I can‟t choose who I like. If I could, then I‟d find myself someone a lot easier and a lot less grumpy than you. And leave my father out of it.” Flynn didn‟t wait for Gable‟s response. Instead he leaned over him and gently kissed him. His hand was still on Gable‟s stomach and slowly he felt his lover relax, so he deepened the kiss.
    When they broke apart, Flynn‟s hand had travelled to Gable‟s hip.
    “Now I‟d like to make love to you, the way a guy is supposed to make love to you. And I want it to be good for both of us.” Gable looked away. “I know what we did this afternoon was not very good for you and I‟m sorry.”
    “Will you stop putting yourself down? What happened in the barn, happened. It wasn‟t the best sex of my life, but it was nowhere near the worst either. Plus, it got us talking, right?” Gable nodded, but the expression of doubt hadn‟t left his face.
    “Gabe, I‟ve been on the road most of my adult life. I travel light.
    If I didn‟t want to be here, I would have left a long time ago.” A shy smile broke on Gable‟s face and Flynn couldn‟t resist cuddling up to him again. “Now will you let me treat you right?”
    “Seems like that‟s all you‟ve been doing up until now,” Gable answered almost inaudibly. He turned his head toward Flynn, wordlessly asking for a kiss and Flynn gently nuzzled him before letting their lips meet. This time there was no urgency, simply the enjoyment of each other‟s taste.
    Gable was almost completely on his back now, his head turned slightly toward Flynn so they could kiss, but his hips turned away so Flynn had the access he needed. They didn‟t break their lip-lock to push their sleeping pants down and out of the way and only separated to pull their T-shirts over their