Excerpt 1:

Dean scanned the darkened room looking for Gabe. By the time he got Gabe’s message, nearly three hours had passed. And Gabe didn’t sound so good when Dean finally got a chance to call him back. A three-alarm fire at an apartment building had kept his EMT unit busy long after his shift ended.

Evidently, Gabe had spent the time consuming large quantities of alcohol.

With only a few patrons in Mack’s at eleven o’clock on a weeknight, Dean didn’t have much trouble finding his inebriated friend. Even with Gabe’s face buried in the crook of his arm on the bar, Dean would recognize the broad set of shoulders anywhere.

From the scrawny kid Dean met in third grade, Gabe had blossomed into a monster of a man. A little shy of six foot six, Gabe towered over Dean’s six two. Somewhere between tenth and eleventh grade, Gabe redefined the meaning of growth spurt. Until then, Dean had been his then-nerdy friend’s main means of protection from schoolyard bullies. Now…

With a long sigh, Dean crossed the room with fast strides. “Hey, man.” He ran his hand across Gabe’s back. “What’s up?”

“Humph. Asshole’s dick. Up some guy’s ass…” The muffled reply pretty much told the whole story.

“Sorry, Gabe.” Dean snagged the bottom of a barstool with his foot and pulled it closer to Gabe. “Want to talk about it?” As he slid on the stool, he ran a hand across Gabe’s shoulders.

“Nope.” A small gulp ended Gabe’s monosyllabic reply. Could be a hiccup…could be the beginnings of a sob.

“Why don’t we go to my place?” Dean liked Mack’s bar and really didn’t want a scene.

“I’d do you…”

“Huh?” The cold outside must have affected Dean’s brain. He couldn’t have heard his best friend’s slurred words correctly.

Gabe’s head popped up from its resting spot on the dark wood bar. “I’d do you. Wouldn’t do asshole’s new fuck though. ’Course, he only offered ’cause he got caught.” Gabe lowered his face into the crook of his elbow. “Ridin’ the fuckin’ twink’s dick yelling yeehaw…”

Dean shook his head, trying to rid the image from his brain. Didn’t need to know more. “Let’s go—”

“Fucker never liked bottoming for me…” The mumbled words barely reached Dean’s ears.

He kind of wished they hadn’t. Dean didn’t have a problem with his best friend’s sexuality, but he didn’t need the details. Too often his imagination supplied more than enough.

“Way too much information, man.” However, Dean’s cock took an interest in Gabe’s words. I’d do you…echoed in a dark recess of Dean’s brain, stirring desires best left buried.

For most of his adult life, Dean had labeled his dick as bi-curious. Anytime Gabe talked about his sex life, even in innuendos or off-the-cuff comments, Dean found his jeans getting tighter. Lately, his fantasies had drifted a little left of center. The idea of Gabe in his bed—among other places—suited his libido just fine.

“Time to get you home and into bed. You’re past drunk.” Waving to Mack, he asked, “How much does he owe?”

Mack nodded an acknowledgment as he grabbed a ticket from near the cash register.

Gabe’s head shook with rapid jerks. “Not goin’ home. Asshole’s there.”

“I know.” Dean snagged Gabe’s coat from the back of the chair then tugged Gabe’s sleeve. “I meant my home. You can crash on the couch. Lift your arm.”

When Gabe complied, Dean slipped the heavy wool overcoat onto Gabe’s arm then manhandled the other arm into place.

The change in Gabe’s size hadn’t altered the basic dynamics of their relationship. When Gabe needed him, Dean was there. Like tonight.

Mack pushed a bill on the bar in front of Dean. “He really dove into the bottle.”

With a shake of his head, Dean pulled a couple of twenties out of his wallet. “Thanks, Mack.” Dean donned his coat. “Let’s go.” He held a hand toward Gabe.

When Gabe slid off the high barstool, he pitched forward into Dean’s grasp. “Knees don’t work…” Gabe’s deep chuckle vibrated against Dean’s chest.

“This is going to be fun.” Dean grimaced as he wrapped his arms around Gabe’s chest. Almost nose to nose, Gabe’s whiskey-laden breath warmed Dean’s face. A tingling in his groin roiled into a tightening of his jeans. Dean refused to think about his dick’s reaction to Gabe’s closeness. Or maybe it was the memory of Gabe’s words.

A shudder whipped down Dean’s spine as he shifted his position, catching Gabe’s armpit with his shoulder. Much safer to stay on his friend’s side.

“Have a good night.” Mack snagged the bills from the counter with one hand and the empty whiskey tumbler with the other.

“Night, Mack,” Dean tossed the word over his shoulder as he dragged his inebriated friend toward the door. A rush of cold air blasted them as he pushed through the entrance and on to the sidewalk.

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Excerpt 2:

Even as he accepted the desire he felt for Gabe, Dean knew he needed to back away. His reasons for not getting involved were still valid. Gabe was on the rebound—vulnerable. He might consider getting back together with Lou—asshole or not, they’d been together for years. Add to the situation Gabe’s current drunken state, now was definitely not the time to let things get out of control.

Dean’s fingers closed on the back of Gabe’s shirt with every intention of pulling him away. Instead, Gabe’s large, strong hands clenched Dean’s back, pulling him tighter.

“God, you feel good.” The feverish kiss barely paused long enough for Gabe’s words to slip past Dean’s lips. Gabe’s hips undulated against Dean’s crotch.

Each stroke fogged Dean’s reason until his logic fled, leaving behind only the heat and aching joy of Gabe’s body against him. His hands scrabbled with Gabe’s shirt until he pulled the material free of his slacks.

Tracing a trail of muscles up Gabe’s broad back, Dean reveled in the warm flesh. Soft groans of approval vibrated against Dean’s mouth.

Dean’s hands circled around under Gabe’s shirt. Combing his fingers across the thick fur on Gabe’s chest, Dean paused to tweak a peaked nipple. He slid his hands up, pushing Gabe’s shirt until it scrunched up under Gabe’s arms.

Pulling away from the wet thrill of Gabe’s lips wasn’t easy, but Dean needed more. More to taste, more to feel. Licking a path from chin to throat, Dean relished the grating stubble and Gabe’s heady, musky taste.

Gabe’s mouth tried to follow but came to rest on Dean’s head. Muffled moans snuffled through Dean’s hair. Hands clenched Dean’s shoulders then the back of his neck. Dean’s moans vibrated against Gabe’s skin as he mouthed his way through the coarse chest hair until his lips found the sharp peak of a nipple.

Tonguing the small morsel of flesh caused Gabe’s fingers to dig into Dean’s flesh. Encouraged, Dean raked his teeth across the sensitive nub.

Gabe’s grip tightened, pulling Dean tight against his chest. “Fuck…Dean…”

Although he knew Gabe’s words were a mere reaction and not an offer, Dean’s cock jerked at the idea. All his half-formed fantasies flooded his brain. His body flew on a high of sexual endorphins, throwing his common sense out into the cold night.

“Yes…” Dean whispered against Gabe’s skin. His arms snaked around Gabe’s broad back.

His balance compromised by drink, Gabe went over on the couch easy enough. Dean followed, twisting until his body covered his friend’s. Hands pulled and plucked at his shirt. Buttons either gave way or popped under Gabe’s anxious fingers.

His shirt open, Dean pressed against Gabe. His mouth sought the wet heat of Gabe’s kisses. Large hands cupped Dean’s ass, pulling him closer, tight against the thick bulge in Gabe’s slacks.

One of Gabe’s hands slid up to the waist of Dean’s pants. Cool fingers trailed across Dean’s lower back before slipping under his waistband, under Dean’s briefs. After teasing a flush of heat across Dean’s ass cheek, Gabe’s fingers dipped into the crack of his ass.

Squeezing a hand between their bodies wasn’t easy but Dean managed. He pulled his belt loose then worked his fly open. Dean sighed with relief as his pants loosened.

With extra room to play, Gabe’s other hand joined the first. Fingers kneading hard teased Dean’s anus. A flurry of fantasies raced through Dean’s mind as Gabe slid a finger between his cheeks.

Dean arched up, trying to meet Gabe’s prodding. With his weight balanced on one hand, his other pushed his pants down on one side.

Even in his drunken state, Gabe caught on to Dean’s actions and helped by shoving the other side down. The base of Dean’s cock pressed against Gabe’s slacks while the crown rubbed across the rough edge of Gabe’s belt. Not exactly the pressure Dean was looking for.

Dean reached between their bodies again then pulled Gabe’s belt free. With a grunt of growing frustration, Dean worked on Gabe’s fly. The button gave quickly but the awkward position made the zipper difficult. “Damn!”

Rising up on his knees, Dean used both hands to open Gabe’s pants. Yanking the fly open, Dean pushed Gabe’s briefs down then wrapped his hand around Gabe’s long, hard flesh. Using the back of the couch for support, Dean leaned far enough forward to capture his cock in the same hand as Gabe’s.

“Oh yeah…” Gabe moaned as their flesh made contact.

“Want this…want you…” Dean mumbled as he stroked both their cocks.

Gabe pushed up as his hands grasped Dean’s ass. Dean lowered his body on Gabe’s. Releasing their lengths, Dean sighed as the tight pressure of their bodies replaced Dean’s hold. “Yes…” With a gasping moan, Dean buried his face in Gabe’s neck. Fumbling for a handhold, Dean slid his arm under Gabe’s neck.

Frantic lunges pressed their bodies closer. Once again, Gabe’s fingers trailed down Dean’s ass. A brief fluttering touch teased Dean’s anus.

“More!” Dean didn’t know whether to arch up and chase Gabe’s fingers or press harder against the firm, muscled body beneath him.

Gabe made the decision for him. Rough hands gripped Dean’s hips, yanking him down until Dean’s cock was caught tight between them. Fingers ran down Dean’s crack until one nudged Dean’s opening.

Dean’s closely held fantasies raced through his mind. The thought of Gabe’s thick flesh poking at his ass instead of a blunt finger sent an ecstatic thrill through his body. Heat radiated out from his lower stomach. Come spread between their bodies, slick and warm.

Gabe’s moist lips nuzzle down Dean’s jaw then his neck. Soft kisses and sharp nips alternate back and forth on the tender skin. A hum of words faded into Dean’s flesh as Gabe’s body leapt in small, jerking motions. “So good…”

Then Gabe went limp under Dean.

“Gabe?”

A long breath exhaled ended in a soft snore.

“Fuck.” Dean knew things had gone too far. Maybe Gabe’s alcohol-soaked brain wouldn’t remember in the morning. But Dean would never be able to forget the intensity of his best friend’s kiss or the feel of his body. “Fuck.” What had he done?

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