Antique dealer Christopher Gleason isn't looking for love. He isn't even looking for a one-night stand. But when a young man with an innocent smile offers to buy him a drink one night, he accepts. He's even tempted to take it further, until he learns the innocence isn't an act. Though he can't deny his attraction, or the fact that he likes the young man quite a bit, Christopher puts him off. He'd rather be friends than risk hurting him.<br><br>Gage Kimball fled Salt Lake City for Los Angeles with his guitars, what little money he had, and no friends. Raised in a devout Mormon family within a tightly knit community, he's never had the chance to be himself or explore his sexuality. Until now. Christopher supplies the emotional support Gage needs, but Gage wants more than friendship. Even at the risk of everything he has left.

All That You Do

Christopher slid a little farther down his body, drawing a line along Gage’s torso with his tongue. He still avoided touching Gage’s cock directly, though it dragged across his skin, spreading the clear fluid higher on Christopher’s chest. The closer he got to that hot flesh, the more he wanted it. The inside of his cheeks tingled and his jaw tensed, but he avoided the immediate temptation of closing his lips around Gage’s cock. Instead he licked the line of Gage’s hip, following the downward slope to the blondish patch of hair between his legs.


“Spread,” he instructed quietly, thrilling when Gage obeyed without pause. The heavy balls sagged a little without the support of his thighs, but Christopher took care of that by catching them in his mouth, groaning at the first explosion of salty musk along his tongue.


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