Beer & Clay: Mashing
Life is good for Toby and Damon—maybe too good. What happens when someone seems intent on destroying their happiness?
Toby and Damon are growing closer every day, with Toby recovering from the shot to his shoulder and Damon trying to keep him from pushing too hard too fast. Things are good between them.
They’re even better in the bedroom, where Toby is learning all sorts of new things and Damon is happily pushing his limits.
They’ve almost forgotten that someone doesn’t seem as happy with their closeness as they are, when Toby walks into his studio to find it trashed and his little apartment ransacked. Are the authorities going to be able to apprehend the culprit before Toby decides the best course of action is to remove himself from the equation?
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Damon hummed and licked his lips. “This should definitely go on the menu during the winter, eh?”
“Yes. Yes, it’s so filling.”
“And tasty. I’ve always had a thing for fresh bread.” Damon’s foot slid along the inside of his.
“It’s great.” Damon was great.
“Uh-huh.” Damon was smiling at him, foot climbing higher along his leg.
“We’re eating,” Toby pointed out, eyes wide as he stared at his lover.
“We’re almost done, aren’t we?” Damon asked.
“Uh-huh.” He grabbed another slice of bread and buttered it.
Damon’s foot just kept moving up higher.
“You want some jam?” Toby was grateful his voice hadn’t wobbled.
“No.” Damon grinned, foot on at the inside of his thighs now, rubbing.
“No?” He ate his bread, muscles jerking, barely holding onto the conversation.
“No.” Damon’s gaze held his, even as that foot pressed closer to his cock.
“We’re being naughty at the dinner table,” Toby pointed out. He was pretty sure Damon already knew that.
Damon didn’t even try to deny it. “Mmm. We are indeed. Or at least I am.”
“Eat your stew.”
“I’ve had enough.” Damon’s foot curled around his cock.
“Damon!” Toby jumped, his thighs hitting the top of the table.
“Easy, baby.” Damon did not stop, foot beneath the towel, touching him.
“You’re…” He started giggling.
One of Damon’s eyebrows rose. “That’s not exactly the reaction I’m going for here.”
“You loved on my cock with your foot!” It sounded crazy, when he said it out loud like that.
“Yes—loved on! Not tickled.”
“Still…” God, he was stupidly in love.
“No still about it.” Damon’s foot rubbed his cock again.
“This is perverse.” Toby reached down and pinched Damon’s toes.
“Ow!” Damon curled his foot around Toby’s cock. “I love that word. I love giving you reason to use it, too.”
“Perverse man.” He grabbed Damon’s foot and started tickling.
“Toby!” Damon pulled his foot away, laughing.
Toby gave Damon his best innocent look.
“Put your hands on the table,” Damon told him.
“Hmm?” He lifted his hands and set them on the table, palms down.
“Now leave them there,” Damon ordered, and proceeded to press his foot against Toby’s cock again.
“But…” Toby shook his head, scooted back.
“You aren’t enjoying it?”
“I don’t know. I’m…feeling it.” Toby felt so many things now that he was with Damon. New and strange and usually wonderful.
“Come back to the table then. I think you need to feel it some more.”
“You do the most wicked things.” Toby tried not to worry about how much he liked wicked.
“This is only a little wicked.”
Damon’s words had him fighting his smile. “Feels like, maybe, medium wicked.”
“Does it?” Damon’s foot returned to his crotch.
“Uh-huh.” Toby reached down for Damon’s foot again.
“No, baby. No touching.”
“But…” His hands fluttered, like they couldn’t decide what to do.
“Put those on the table and let me be wicked.” Damon curled his toes, rubbing Toby’s cock.
His hips rolled up, pushing his cock into Damon’s touch. He couldn’t have stopped the motion if he’d tried. He didn’t try.
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