Beckett and Doug work together, travel together, live together ... and play very enthusiastically together. They're easily and cheerfully distracted by their desires, wherever they happen to be, whatever they’re officially meant to be doing.<br><br>The work week starts normally for the newly promoted Beckett, but that's soon disturbed by his lover's sexual provocation. As each day of the week passes, Doug's behavior, and the slogans on his daily T-shirt, get increasingly outrageous.<br><br>With the recipe of Doug’s unruly libido, Beckett’s masochistic tendency to surrender to it, and their shared fascination for sex in risky places -- it’s inevitable their career prospects are soon completely out of control. But measured up against the love they have for each other, the question is ... are they really bothered by that?

What Not to Wear

Doug curled his other hand around Beckett’s cock and began to pump. His palm slipped up and down the shaft in the same rhythm as his hips ground up against Beckett’s arse.


“Now.” Beckett groaned. “Oh, fuck!” He gasped as the climax shuddered through him. His cock swelled inside Doug’s fist, and come started to spit out from its tip. It spilled over Doug’s fingers, slicking his gradually slowing hand. He fought against Doug’s other hand, restraining his arms, but Doug still held him firm. He did, after all, know perfectly well what Beckett liked. At the same time, Doug arched back, his legs stiffening against Beckett’s, his head thrown back. Beckett watched the pleasure in his lover’s half-closed eyes and listened to the loud cry of satisfaction as he climaxed, too. None of it ever disappointed him, ever failed to delight and excite him. He let his head roll to one side and his body relax back on the carpet. Above him, Doug groaned and slumped forward, stretching out over Beckett.


Chapter 13