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Slowly the earth settled back. Avery had his cheek pressed against the cold steel bathroom stall, drool gathering in his open mouth. What the hell just happened? When he suggested a bathroom run, he had no idea his entire world was about to be completely rocked. What a ride! Kane Dalton fucked him like he had never been fucked before in his life. And he hadn't even been drunk. He'd switched to water hours ago. Damn!
"Baby, you gotta get up," Avery said, twitching his shoulders where he felt Kane pressed up against him.
"I told you it would be good," Kane said. Avery laughed at that one. They had to be a complete mess. The evidence of Kane's orgasm ran down his ass cheek.
"I think that was me telling you that, and you saying, no, we'll be caught," Avery said in a teasing voice. He reached over, grabbed the toilet paper, and attempted to clean his ass.
"Well, I knew it was one of us. Let me clean you," Kane said, wiping his hands on a wad of toilet paper before taking over the task. He was sloppy, clearly still very drunk and totally in that satiated after-sex moment. It took a minute, but they cleaned themselves up the best they could and dressed between small kisses and silly grins. It wasn't until Avery opened the door that he found they had an audience.
"Dude, that was some serious hot shit coming out of that stall!" The guy standing right outside their door was young, a punk rocker with a foot long, multi-colored Mohawk. Avery grinned, sliding an arm around Kane's shoulders, drawing him in close to his side. Kane matched him, wrapping an arm around his back, the other over his stomach.
They kept that awkward hold as they found their jackets, Avery's shirt long gone on the dance floor. They stayed glued to one another until they reached the front doors of the bar where Avery had to fish out his valet ticket. He moved right back into the circle of Kane's arms, letting his lover's warmth consume him. Avery never remembered holding anyone this close for the world to see or feeling totally comfortable as he did right that minute.
"Our sex is always good," Kane whispered, laying his head on Avery's chest, right below his shoulder.
"The best," Avery whispered back, kissing the top of Kane's hair.
"You were hot tonight. I loved dancing with you," Kane said.
"I want more of this. I want you to stay at my house," Avery said. Kane's head jerked up, but Avery pushed it back against his chest. "You don't have to call it a move-in. I get that it freaks you out, but I'm just a couple of buildings down from the restaurant. It's a safer neighborhood, and Brian can't get to you."
Kane slowly lifted his head, looking closely at Avery. "I only live there because I try to pour everything back into the restaurant. I wanna expand. It's cheap there."
"Babe, my place is even cheaper," Avery said, looking down at the beautiful upturned face. As usual, he couldn't resist leaning in and placing a simple kiss on Kane's perfect lips.
"Now, I can tell you're going to argue. But, Kane, it just makes sense. You don't have to give up your place. Keep it as long as you want, just stay at my house. We didn't even get Brian's key from him. It'll make me feel better. Besides, I already cleaned out drawers and closet space for you. The shoes you left over there are lonely for your other things."
"I just met you," Kane said, not responding to his teasing.
"I don't care. I like the idea of moments like this with you. Always," Avery said, nodding as he let the word sink in. "You fit me perfectly. And I knew you would. From the first minute I saw you, I just knew." Avery's words were packed full of the emotion churning through him. He kept his movements tender. "You get quiet when I say words like that. It makes me insecure."
"I like what you're saying, it's just so fast," Kane whispered.
"Amount of time doesn't matter. Let's do this, see where it goes," Avery said, staring intently down at him. Kane finally nodded, and relief caused Avery to tighten his grip on the man.
"Let's go home," Avery said as his car pulled in front of them, forcing them apart. Avery took a twenty from his wallet, tipping the valet as Kane walked over to the car.
Frustration shot through him as he looked over to find Kane already inside the car. He hated not being able to get the door for him. Really? Avery rounded the hood and refused to consider what a seriously lovesick fool he had become in such a short time.
He slid inside the running Corvette and looked over to his lover. Kane had his head back on the rest, and he swiveled the angle until he could see Avery. A crooked grin spread across his lips.
"I had fun tonight," Kane said. Avery reached down and linked their fingers before using the space between their palms to push the gear in place, apparently unwilling to let go of Kane for any length of time.
"Me too," Avery said to Kane's snore. He drove slower than normal all the way home, taking care of his precious cargo that apparently had sinus problems tonight based on the soft snores growing in intensity.
Chapter 12
The pencil twirled through Avery's deft fingers as he sat back to kick his legs up on the conference room table. He listened to the long-winded voter demographic breakdown given by a senior staff member of the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee. They were three hours into this Sunday afternoon meeting where Avery had been an hour and a half late. His mother, Kennedy Adams, flew in for the meeting and sat across the table from him. She sat next to Janice, who sat right next to his new campaign chairman, Dennis Joslin, and on his side of the table, sat another overdressed three piece suit that Avery wasn't really sure why he was in the meeting.