Page 52 of Broken Wheels

Dix had to make this good for him.

“So where do we begin?” Doc’s voice betrayed the slightest tremor, and that was enough to bring Dix’s awareness back into sharp focus.

“By getting the practical stuff out of the way first.” He reached into the nightstand drawer again and removed the bottle of lube. “This is our friend, okay?” He tossed it onto the bed.

Doc’s breathing hitched, and Dix would have loved to see what was going on inside his head.

Dix inclined his head toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower.” Doc blinked, and Dix leaned in to kiss him. “And so are you. With me.”

Doc bit his lip. “I seem to recall reading about the number of accidents that take place in the show?—”

He chuckled. “Relax, Doc. No shenanigans, I promise. Just two men conserving water and a little mutual washing. That work for you?”

The momentary spasm of disappointment that crawled across Doc’s face was almost comical. Then he smiled. “Yeah, that works just fine.”

“In which case, this is what we do next.” Dix reached over and began unbuttoning Doc’s shirt, only to have his efforts interrupted when Doc did the same thing. Dix stroked Doc’s chest, loving the shivers that resulted, especially when he got anywhere near Doc’s nipples.

“You like that,” Dix murmured, brushing his thumb over the rigid nub of flesh, watching the skin around it pebble. Doc’s shivers multiplied, and Dix bent down to tease the nipple with his lips and tongue.

“Oh God. I had no idea….” Doc let out a whimper that went straight to Dix’s cock. Dix glanced up, and the siren call of those lips was too much to ignore. He took Doc’s mouth in a long, heated kiss, exploring him with his tongue, until Doc reciprocated with a groan and a hunger that was all too evident.

A hunger that threatened to derail Dix’s plans.

You’re taking the lead in this, remember? Get it back on track.

He cradled Doc’s head in one hand. “You’re a good kisser. A lot of guys aren’t.”

Doc frowned. “I am? So what’s?—”

Dix laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. “Don’t analyze it, Doc, just accept it as a compliment.” He hauled Doc to his feet and removed his shirt completely, tossing it to the floor. Doc mimicked his action, his hands stuttering over Dix’s now-bare chest.

Then Dix slid his hand down Doc’s torso until he cupped that enticing bulge. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and a moan tumbled from Doc’s lips.

“Keep that up, and I might think about skipping the appetizer and going straight to the entree.” Doc’s voice sounded strained.

“We can’t have that.” Dix removed his hand, and Doc glared at him. Dix unfastened the waistband of Doc’s pants and shoved them to his ankles. He knelt to take them off, conscious of Doc’s erection tenting the soft cotton of his briefs, jutting toward his face. He looked up at Doc, waiting for consent.

Doc swallowed. “Take them off,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Please.”

Dix grasped the elasticated band and slid the garment over Doc’s hips. Doc’s cock was long and thick, every bit as mouthwatering as Dix had imagined it would be, and it took a supreme effort not to take it into his mouth. Instead, he rose and continued removing his own clothes before taking Doc by the hand and leading him to the bathroom.

Once they stood under the warm jets, Dix took Doc in his arms and kissed him, aware of Doc’s hands on his waist, his back, his shoulders. Dix reached around him and rubbed a finger through Doc’s crease. Doc leaned into him, clinging to him.

“Did you mean the no shenanigans part?” Doc asked in a plaintive tone.

Dix chuckled. “Unfortunately, yes.”

He frowned. “Unfortunately?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been there.” He pointed to a two-inch scar on his arm. “I have that to show for it.” He spread Doc’s ass cheeks, and another tremor rippled through him.

Take it slow. You have all night.

Dix kissed him, slow and sweet. “You wash my back, and I’ll wash yours.” He slid his finger over Doc’s hole. “And a few other things while we’re at it.”

It took a shower to bring home one thing to Josh with utter conviction.

Dixon was a grade-A tease, with his soapy hands skimming over Josh’s body. Josh tried to give as good as he got, but all he could focus on was what was about to happen. In the end, Dixon did most of the cleaning, while Josh stood there, relishing the feel of those large hands roaming everywhere, warm and slick with lather. Then all traces of soap spiraled down the drain, and both of them were squeaky clean.