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Hurry.” Levi’s voice grew rougher. He growled in the dark as he pushed and shoved at Tracy’s clothes. “And turn the lamp on. I want to watch you fuck me.”
    Tracy rose up on his knees, and his shirt disappeared over his head. He fumbled for the lamp, almost knocking it over in his haste to get to the drawer. New condoms and lube spilled from a drugstore bag, not a local store.
    “I see you came prepared.”
    “In case I met up with some old friends. I didn’t want the locals talking about what I buy at the RX Shoppe, now did I?” Levi reached for his waistband, undoing the top button, and with a deft tug, the whole row of buttons opened. “Help me out of these.”
    Tracy didn’t take orders from anyone. Not even Levi Brody. He laid the box of condoms on the bed along with the bottle of warming lubricant. And leaned over the quarterback. “You didn’t say please,” he said, starting with the remains of Levi’s torn shirt, pulling first his left arm free of the tatters, then the right. The tattoo that started at the man’s elbow ran up and over his shoulder, then down his chest and side, covering most of his skin on that side.
    “Please,” Levi looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout on his lush lips. Tracy leaned over, took the bottom in his mouth, and sucked hard, pulling a low groan from deep in Levi’s chest.
    “Please what?” Tracy dragged the torn shirt from beneath the sweating man and pulled it down his damaged arm without Levi seeming to even notice. “Damn, you have the prettiest mouth.”
    Levi smiled with that mouth, the golden irises becoming even more golden in the dim light. The wicked hitch to those luscious lips made Tracy forget who was in charge here.
    “Please get these damned hot jeans off me and suck my dick.” Now that was the Levi Tracy expected to see and hear. Not that he ever expected to hear those words aimed at him.
    “And if I’d prefer to take the first option, of fucking your hot ass until you scream?” Tracy dragged the denim down over the lean hips, slowly, very slowly, revealing more of that delicious tattoo as he did.
    “I don’t recall that being an option.” Levi lifted his hips to help extricate himself from the tight material. “But it can be.”
    “What do you want? Suck or fuck?” Tracy growled as Levi’s knee hit him in his stomach, but the jeans and Levi’s flip-flops were on the floor, and fuck, his long narrow dick reached out to Tracy as if begging for him to worship it.
    “Both. Why do I have to choose? God, you’re gorgeous. Blonds, I love fucking blonds. Makes me horny just thinking about…” he trailed off when Tracy grabbed his dick a little too roughly and stroked upward. “Fuck. Yeah. That.”
    “I’m not bendy enough to suck and fuck, and I don’t share my toys.” Tracy couldn’t help wondering if there was a particular blond that Levi was comparing him to as he looked at him from behind spiky black lashes.
    “And just like that the fantasy is ruined. I was going to ask if you had a friend, but…now, oh yeah, that’s good, just like that.” Whatever smart ass comment Levi was about to say, he forgot as Tracy stroked him. Pulling a little rougher than he would any other guy. Pre-come slicked his hand, and Levi threw his head back into the mattress, his breath ragged pants. “Fuck. Just how I like it.”
    “Spread your legs. Let me see what you got.” Tracy settled on the mattress between Levi’s thighs as Levi opened for him. One leg pulled back to his chest, then the other. Fuck, this was Levi Brody lying here spread open and dripping for him. “Fucking beautiful.” He ran his free hand down Levi’s body, over his hip to the back of his knee where the tattoo stopped almost like the hem of a pair of shorts. Just that one leg. He pushed Levi’s leg back as far as it could go and leaned over him to lick his lips.
    “I’m going to fuck you, Levi. I’m going to shove my dick in your tight hole, and I’m going