Here's yet another snog from my new M/M romance Quarantine. It really doesn't matter what Dylan and Rafe are doing - there's always time for a kiss!
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Rafe glanced up from his book—a real
paper book, like he hadn’t seen in decades—at the sound of his
lover’s voice. He nearly dropped the precious volume when he saw
what Dylan had done.
“What the fuck? You look like a damn
Marine or something…!” Dylan flinched like he’d been slapped.
Rafe hastened to blunt the effects of his gut reaction. He forced out
a chuckle. “I hardly recognised you—but that’s good, isn’t
it?”
“Well, that’s the intention,
anyway.” Dylan had dyed his fiery hair a mousy brown, then clipped
it to a buzz cut that gave him a definite military appearance. He’s
also applied some sort of chemical tanning compound to his normally
pale face, which hid his freckles. He looked older and more
rugged—more masculine, in fact. He didn’t look like Rafe’s
lover, not at all. He certainly didn’t look queer.
Come on, Rafe mentally corrected
himself. That’s just prejudice. Do you think you look queer?
“It’s such a difference, Dyl. Sorry to give you grief. I just
wasn’t expecting such a big change.”
“Is it awful? Can you stand to look
at me?” Dylan perched on the arm of Rafe’s chair, stroking his
cheek. “I’m definitely not interested in getting caught, but it’s
not worth it if you don’t want me anymore…”
Rafe grabbed Dylan by waist and tumbled
the other man into his lap. “I want you, boy!” he growled with
mock ferocity, slipping a hand down the back of Dylan’s trousers
and giving the firm buns a squeeze. “You can do anything you like
to your face, as long as you’ve still got this ass!”
Dylan squirmed against the rising bulk
of Rafe’s cock. “My ass is yours. You know that.” His arms
circled Rafe’s neck. His mouth fastened
on Rafe’s in hungry glee. Dylan might look like a stranger, but he
still tasted the same, still had the same teasing, energetic tongue.
Rafe basked in the sense of comfort
Dylan’s kisses always produced. Their situation could hardly have
been more precarious, yet with his arms around his lover, devouring
that lush, sassy mouth, Rafe somehow felt safe. The connection was so
strong. Rafe could practically read the other man’s mind. He knew
the exact moment when Dylan’s hand would snake down between his
legs to palm his erection, then start working at the fastenings of
his fly.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Dylan
breathed in his ear. “I’ll prove that nothing’s changed.” He
captured Rafe’s engorged prick and manhandled it out into the open
air, then peered up at Rafe’s face to gauge his reaction. Even the
most extreme disguise couldn’t hide those mischievous emerald eyes.
“Actually,” he continued with a grin, “I can do that right
here…” He slid to his knees without releasing his grip.
*****
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