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nearly stumbled over his own feet when his eyes raked over

the ornate six-shooter tattoo spanning from the juncture of

Kelly’s thigh to his lower ribs and highlighting the muscle

beneath it.

Nick tossed his last piece of clothing away and stood at

the side of the bed, admiring his lover. Kelly’d had that six-

shooter ever since Nick had known him, and Nick had always

loved it and not quite known why.

“I thought I was going to get on my knees and let you

fuck my mouth like a cheap whore,” Kelly drawled. “I mean,

since you can’t afford a high-dol ar escort with your pants.”

There was a sparkle in his eyes. He knewexactlywhat he did 180

to Nick when he started talking like that. When he laid that

tight body out for Nick to gaze upon.

“You were, but plans change,” Nick growled. He dug in

his overnight bag and pulled out two things, showing them

to Kelly for him to choose which would come first: a tube of

lubricant, or the little red flip camera they kept for . . . special occasions.

“Camera,” Kelly gasped. “Oh God, yeah. The camera.”

Nick crawled onto the bed, wrapping Kelly’s hips in his

arms and pul ing him closer. He handed him the flip cam, and

Kelly scrambled to turn it on so he could catch the first touch of Nick’s tongue to his cock.

Ten minutes later, Nick was on his back, Kelly straddling

his chest and fucking his mouth as he filmed it. He wasn’t

going easy; he was far too drunk for that. But the rougher he

was with Nick, the harder he pulled Nick’s hair, the deeper

he thrust even after Nick nearly gagged on him, the more he

bruised Nick’s lips, the more turned on Nick became.

Kelly arched over him, gritting his teeth and shouting

Nick’s name. He cried out again and met Nick’s eyes, fist