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"So good," he ht blue eyes "Mine," he repeats and then buries his face inup through ainst Will’s hands, but he holds strong

"That’s right, let go," he co around his beautiful cock

"Ah fuck!" His jaw is clenched and he throws his head back and falls over the edge with ainst mine as we recover "Do you work today?"

"No"

"Good You’re staying here with ht"

"Good plan"

Chapter Thirteen

"Is this really what you want to do all day?" I ask, lounging at the end of his couch I’m in one of his old team jerseys and his boxer-briefs, since I don’t have any clothes here, and my hair is up in a knot on lance over at Will, on the opposite side of the long, plush black leather couch It’s really unfair that he looks so good in just basketball shorts and an old t-shirt

"Why, is there soh channels on his uber-huge television We are in his eously enormous television – dear God, is he blind? Who needs a TV this big? – footballol’ s

"No, I’ettinghand around the arch of h in contentment

"It’s nice to relax once in a while We haven’t really just hung out together much" He offers me a soft smile, and my stomach flips, just a little Gosh, he’s pretty to look at

And he’s right It feels good to be lazy I’ in Will’s extraordinary ho and perfect

"Are we okay," heme closely

I turn my head to the side and offer him a half smile "Yeah, we’re okay"

He just nods and flips the channels to a show about whales on the Discovery channel

"I’h and kick his thigh gently "You just had a huge sandwich an hour ago"

"Let’s order in pizza"

"Let’s go get the pizza and bring it back," I suggest

"I like having you here, in my jersey, in my house, where I don’t have to share you and you don’t have to share me and we can just be"

"Be what?" I ask