Johnnies 00.5 - Super Sock Man by Amy Lane

Author:Amy Lane [Lane, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

Alejandro

ALEJANDRO watched that fine, muscular ass (Donnie played shortstop in the local junior college) disappear into his bathroom and rolled over and groaned.

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

He’d woken up and there had been a man there, and then he’d realized it wasn’t a man, it was Donnie, but he’d felt like a man, and….

Oh Christ. Whatever. He’d had a hard-on and Donnie had felt so good, and then he’d made those noises. Alejandro still remembered fooling around with his first crush, after his parents had let him come to college in the States. He remembered the noises he’d made had been guarded, strangled, quiet, grunting noises, and that the boy he was with—who had a modicum more experience than Alejandro—had made no noises whatsoever.

But not Donnie. Donnie made joyful, happy noises, and he was greedy and demanding and said things like “Want!” when he wanted something—and God had he wanted it badly.

Alejandro came—simply came in his shorts, no hand, mouth, or tight asshole required—just to hear Donnie come gratefully and without inhibition in Alejandro’s mouth.

And Alejandro, who never swallowed—hell, who never even gave head without a condom—had licked at his bared, tender skin like candy and swallowed down bitter seed like it was orange soda, because it had been Donnie, and it had tasted good, and because the noises saturating Alejandro’s skin like color had been so hot.

Oh God. And he was coming back. Not only had he woken up in Alejandro’s bed, but they had made lo… had sex, and then Donnie was coming back.

It was exhilarating. It was terrifying.

It was a reason to get Donnie’s sister the fuck out of the house!

It took Alejandro less than a minute to pull on his other pair of sleep pants and run to the kitchen. He ran for the sink first, trying to get a glass of water and wash his face unobtrusively, because he belatedly realized he had that sweet morning encounter imprinted all over his body. He was grateful Chelle sort of ignored him as she worked.

Chelle was yawning over a big pan of scrambled eggs, sausage, bell peppers, tomatoes, and onions that very well might have spelled out “Fuck Yandro’s Diet, I Want To Eat!” in it, and Yandro wanted to fall to his knees and bless her for it. She looked at him through narrowed eyes, as though she was anticipating some sort of a fight over the food, and Alejandro gave her a toothy grin.

“What?” she asked suspiciously, and he lowered the wattage just a smidge.

“You look tired,” he tried, his voice sounding much more formal and, well, insincere than he would probably have wanted.

“You look disgustingly happy,” she said, bemused, and he flushed.

“He’s… pleasant.” That was casual, wasn’t it? Her arched eyebrows said it might have been too casual.

“He’s my little brother, Yandro,” she said gently. “Are you forgetting that? Pleasant is all nice and good, but pleasant isn’t pleasant when it gets its heart broken.”

Alejandro blushed some more. He’d been celibate for six months, dammit,

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