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legs, teeth, and tongues. Hands sought out the hems of T-shirts, and for a moment, Leon just rested his hands on Warrick’s upper back, feeling muscles ripple as Warrick toyed with the zipper on Leon’s jeans, the metal teeth making their distinctive ripping sound just before the denim was peeled down Leon’s legs to tangle around his shoes.
    “You know, normally I like skinny jeans on you, but right now….”
    Pivoting on both feet, Leon sat backward onto his bed, reaching down to pull off his shoes. “You get yours, I’ll get mine?”
    Warrick knelt at the foot of the bed and placed his hands around Leon’s left sneaker. “But I want to do that.”
    “My way is faster,” Leon said.
    “Mine’s more fun,” Warrick countered as he eased off both of Leon’s sneakers, followed quickly by his jeans.
    “I suppose,” Leon said, reaching out and grabbing the back of Warrick’s T-shirt. “Okay, I’ll agree—this is much more fun.”
    Warrick lifted his arms helpfully, allowing Leon to pull the flimsy garment off, and Leon threw it to one side before running his hands over Warrick’s shoulders and chest, fingers seeking out the taut nipples he knew would be there and encountering something else along the way.
    “Do you really wax?” Leon asked, tugging gently at the stray strands of chest hair.
    “Yes,” Warrick said almost defensively as he stretched out on the bed beside Leon. “It does grow back, you know.”
    Leon chuckled and rolled to his side, his mouth trailing kisses from his lover’s mouth down to the center of Warrick’s chest. With a sudden grin, he bit down on one of Warrick’s nipples, eliciting a yelp and a sudden tightening of Warrick’s hands on the back of his head.
    “Was that a ‘stop’ or a ‘keep going’?” Leon mumbled, swiping his tongue against the sensitive nub.
    “That was a ‘you could have warned me’, actually,” Warrick said, his voice more a gasp than anything else.
    “I know,” Leon said, kissing his way across Warrick’s chest toward the other nipple. “But where’s the fun in that?”
    “Fuck,” Warrick groaned, his hands twitching on Leon’s scalp as Leon hovered over him, waiting. “Leeeon.”
    Leon stayed exactly where he was, resisting the gentle urgings of Warrick’s hands until his lover met his gaze. “Hmm?”
    “This is torture,” Warrick said solemnly.
    Leon pushed Warrick onto his back and kissed his chest tenderly. “Is it?” he murmured, dropping his kisses lower along the trail of hairs leading down into Warrick’s shorts.
    “Yes, most definitely,” Warrick said, arching up into Leon’s touch.
    Leon grinned and reached out to cup Warrick’s cloth-covered erection with his right hand. “A belt?” he asked suddenly. “You wear a belt with shorts?”
    “What? It’s a nice belt. And it’s casual.”
    “With shorts.”
    “Hey, I wear scrubs eight to ten hours a day most days. I like dressing up every now and again.”
    “Well, it’s cheating.”
    “I’m sorry,” Warrick gasped as Leon bit down on the cotton-trapped shaft, nimble fingers deftly undoing the buckle and easing the woven canvas of the belt out of the clasp.
    “Oh, you will be,” Leon said, popping the buttons of his lover’s fly one by one. “Did you deliberately pick clothes that would be hard to get out of?”
    Warrick’s laughter was mingled with groans of pleasure. “No, I just picked the pair that showed off my ass.”
    “Warrick, hospital scrubs show off your ass,” Leon said drily as he finally tugged the other man’s shorts and briefs off, revealing a long, cut cock that was every bit as impressive as the man himself.
    “If you say so,” Warrick said, his breath slightly ragged as Leon swirled his tongue around Warrick’s length and took it deep into his throat.
    “Fuck,” Warrick groaned, his head tossing against the bedspread as his hands sought out Leon’s shoulders, urging him into a gentle rhythm and then pulling him off when he