Mannies Incorporated by Michael, Sean (read this if txt) 📕

now and the man was probably going to want to talk about the things Drake was definitely not thinking about. Drake figured his best plan of action was jumping the man's bones as soon as he came downstairs. It wasn't like they needed to order grown-up food tonight.

"Hey. Everyone's sleeping." Slayde headed down, rubbing his neck.

"Good." He grabbed Slayde's shirt in his hands and tugged, pulling him up for a kiss. No talking.

Those sweet lips opened right up, parted for him. Groaning, he pushed Slayde up against the hallway wall, pressing against the lean body. They had hours now. Hours where this body could keep him from thinking.

He pushed a hand between Slayde and the wall, grabbing one ass cheek that fit perfectly in his hand. God, sweet motherfucking man. He wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees and suck Slayde's cock. Or to push Slayde to his knees and have the man suck him…

Not here, though. They couldn't do that without a lock on the door, this afternoon had taught them that. Moaning, he shook his head. No thinking. He broke the kiss and grabbed Slayde's hand, dragging the man up the stairs.

"Drake?" Slayde followed, stumbling a little.

"Bedroom," he growled softly, trying to be quiet so they wouldn't wake anyone.

"Horndog."

He let go of Slayde's hand and grabbed the man's hard-on through his shorts. "Takes one to know one."

Fuck, he loved that wide, goofy grin. Loved. Whoa. Jesus, what was wrong with him?

He grabbed Slayde's hand again and dragged the man into Slayde's room, closing and locking the door behind him. Locked doors were good.

"You're in a mood. I need to have you grill more often!"

"I'll do it every night if I get this after." He pushed Slayde back up against the door, rubbing against the man again as he leaned in to devour that mouth again.

"Uh-huh…" Slayde sucked on his tongue, hands on his waist.

"Fucking amazing mouth." He slid his hands through Slayde's shaggy hair and tilted his head slightly.

He pushed one leg between Slayde's, rubbing them together. Groaning, he began humping hard, the kisses growing teeth, the heat flaring between them. He wanted nothing but his body, but his cock to be on his mind. He shoved at Slayde's T-shirt one handed, trying to get to skin.

Slayde grunted into his lips, and the belly rippling. His fingers dragged over the fine abs, his nails lightly scoring Slayde's skin on the third or fourth pass.

"Fuck. Fuck, Drake. You make me stupid."

He loved that. "Make me need." Like nothing ever.

"Oh, fuck." Slayde shook for him, hips rolling against him.

He grabbed hold of Slayde's prick, stroking it roughly.

Slayde arched, eyes wide. "Gonna."

"Oh, yeah. Go for it." It made him feel good, knowing Slayde was as hot for it as he was.

"Drake." Heat spread over his hand, Slayde's eyes huge.

He grinned and gave Slayde a hard kiss, his hand still dragging over Slayde's flesh, making the man shiver hard. "I did that."

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

Yeah, he was a stud, rocking Slayde's world.

"I. We. Whoa."

Incoherency. That worked.

He took Slayde's mouth again, pushing Slayde's open shorts off the lean hips. Lean, needy naked man. Perfect.

He broke off the kiss in favor of wrapping his lips around Slayde's right nipple, his hips sawing happily at the air, he was so fucking turned on.

"Want to suck you, lover."

Lover. Jesus fuck. He pushed the word away, concentrating on what had come first.

"Yes." He ripped open his own shorts, tugging them, trying to get his underwear past his hard cock.

"Needy man." Slayde knelt for him, mouth right there by his cock.

"Yes." Of course he was the only one needy because he'd already gotten Slayde off. He shifted, rubbing his prick against Slayde's lips.

Slayde licked playfully, catching the drops slipping off his slit. He put his hands on the door behind Slayde, his legs spreading a little as he groaned. Fuck, he loved seeing Slayde on his knees, sucking cock. No. He loved seeing Slayde on his knees, sucking his cock.

Grunting, grinning, he began to rock, watching as his prick moved deeper, pulled out again, shiny with Slayde's spit. So fucking fine. He pushed in again, spreading Slayde's lips. His balls were up tight against his body, his orgasm already too damn close. Slayde made him hot like no other.

Slayde's hands ran up and down his body, caressing him, petting him. He curled his fingers against the wall, hips moving, pushing his cock into Slayde's mouth over and over. A wet dream. The best fantasy ever. Only it wasn't a fucking dream. Slayde was really sucking his cock like it was the best popsicle in the world. Groaning, he moved harder, so close now.

Slayde's fingers slid behind his balls, stroked his hole. He turned his head, biting his arm to keep from shouting out as his hips snapped and he came, pouring down Slayde's throat. He was still riding Slayde's gentle touch went he came down.

"Fuck. Your mouth…" He was smitten.

Slayde leaned back, kissed the tip of his cock. "Happy eight-thirty."

He chuckled and nodded. "I've never loved a time more."

"We have three hours before the night's done, too."

"Yeah? I don't seem to remember you turning in to a pumpkin at eleven-thirty." Of course, he was pretty sure they were usually sleeping the sleep of the well-fucked most nights by then.

Slayde chuckled, stood up. "Do you…play cards?"

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Sure." He wasn't playing Crazy Eights with Slayde, though.

"Well, it's early. I'm not sleepy and there's nothing on TV."

"If you say Go Fish, I'm going out."

"I was thinking cribbage, actually."

He grinned, memories flooding him. "Minds and I played that all the fucking time."

"She taught me how. I love to play."

"She's a vicious player -- I learned to take no prisoners from her. What are we going to play for?"

Slayde's grin was slow and evil. "Blow jobs?"

"Oh, now the game just got more interesting." He rubbed his hands together. He was fucking good at cribbage.

"Look at you…" Slayde chuckled, shook his head. "You want to play up here or