Sean Michael Three Of A Kind

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"You ever think maybe Zane would like his privacy, and he's just being polite?"
Randy grinned. "Nope. It never crossed my mind. I can see though, how Butch would take some
getting used to." He winked, chuckling away to himself. "You guys look hot. I could play houseboy
and fetch you something to drink."
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"It's fixing to be October. I won't die." Zane smiled over.
"Oh, I hope not, that would be a shame." He wanted to see what Zane looked like without the
purple bruises all over his face.
"A root beer for me, babe. You want a soda or chocolate milk or something, Zane?"
"Oh, no!" Randy shot Zane an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I drank some of your chocolate milk."
Zane chuckled, shook his head. "Hell, even if I'd bought it, I'd share. I'll take some water, thanks."
"Thanks, man. Butch, how come you never buy me chocolate milk?"
"I didn't even know you liked it, Randy. Now if you'd come shopping with me, you could choose
anything you want."
He stuck his tongue out at Butch. Shopping sucked unless he really was allowed to buy anything he
wanted. And he wasn't stuck to a time frame or a certain store. He liked browsing. In interesting
stores.
"Kay. Beer of the root and liquid of the earth. Food, too?"
"Not for me, thanks." Zane bent down, started patching tile.
"We'll finish here first, babe."
"Okay."
He turned to go when Butch called out, "Don't forget what you've gone back for."
"I won't." Geesh. Anyone would think he was absentminded or something.
Okay, so occasionally he got distracted and got wrapped up in something when he was supposed to
be doing something else. But it had only happened a couple times or so. A half dozen at the most.
In the last couple months.
So maybe Butch had a point and what had he come in for? Oh yeah, drinks for the sexy
construction workers. Grinning, he got what they wanted and a juice for himself and wandered
back out. He gave them their drinks and sat on the big chair in one corner to watch.
Zane seemed as relaxed around tools and stuff as Butch was, moving from one thing to another, the
bandages around his chest soaked through with sweat.
Man those bandages looked white against Zane's tanned skin. "How's your ribs?" he asked.
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"Better. I don't think I'll do any cartwheels for a while, but I don't reckon I'll die, either." Those
bright eyes smiled over at him, twinkled.
He grinned back. Oh, those were pretty eyes. He'd seen marbles that color. Had them in one of the
boxes of things he'd collected and brought in. He'd have to find them. They were easier to see now
that the swelling was going down.
"So, are you guys gonna be doing this all day?"
"Oh, I don't want to eat up Butch's day off. Not at all." Zane blushed, gave Butch a smile. "You
ought to go have fun."
"I'm not letting you live out here if the place is still a wreck, Zane. And I don't mind."
Randy grinned. "Butch likes this kind of shit. I could paint the walls for you. Murals."
"Sure. The walls are all patched."
"Cool!"
"You might want to give him some direction, Zane," Butch put in dryly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"No offense, babe, but if he doesn't tell you what he wants, you might do god knows what."
"Well, yeah. I'm an artist."
"Oh, I'm easy. Whatever'll be cool."
Randy stuck his tongue out at Butch who grinned at him. "You have to use that if you're going to
stick it out."
"Eww, the paint would taste icky. It would have a nice effect though..."
Zane laughed, the sound merry, fascinating.
Randy smiled, focused on Zane. "What's your favorite color?"
"Green." Zane didn't even hesitate, nodding happily.
"Oh, I like green. And red. And blue. Yellow. Orange." He nodded. "All the colors are pretty cool."
"You forgot purple." Zane looked over at him, winked.
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"Oh, purple is always understood."
Zane's laugh mingled with Butch's, the sound making him smile.
He kicked his legs, watching them, watching the sweat slowly drip down their bodies. He could
smell them both, heady and male. His cock was hard and he dropped his hand to cover it, moaning
softly as he hit it through his shorts.
Zane moved over, stretching up next to Butch to fix a light switch.
"Oh..." Oh, so hot together. Butch was taller and more muscled, Zane thinner, wiry.
He started rubbing, couldn't stop. Couldn't.
Zane looked over, eyes going wide, hands dropping. "I. Uh. I'm gonna run inside and borrow the
bathroom."
Randy groaned and turned away. "Sorry. Sorry. Oh. I'll go. It's your trailer. You guys were. You
look so hot together." Oh, he hadn't meant to upset Zane, he hadn't.
"S'okay. Been in your space." Zane gave him a quick smile and scrambled out, heading straight for
the house.
Randy looked up at Butch. "You guys looked so good together."
"I told you what happened to him, Randy. Keep it in your damned pants."
He slouched, cock shrinking down at the words, at the look of disappointment on Butch's face. "I'm
sorry."
"Uh-huh. You'd better go before he gets back."
"But he's inside!"
"So go to your studio and hide out there."
"'Kay, Butch. I am sorry, I really didn't mean it."
Butch gave him a short, hard hug. "I know. But you have to use what's in that head of yours, babe.
Even when the little head's trying to take control."
Oh, if Butch was making a joke he wasn't staying mad-mad.
Randy nodded, kissed Butch's cheek and headed off to his studio to turn up the music loud and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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