laughed softly as he tucked
Lon’s head under his chin. “I plan to keep you close so we can both make sure.”
Lon smiled and did his best to snuggle nearer. “It’s a plan.”
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Epilogue
Lon swung open Wod’s front door before Bok even finished knocking. Bok
stumbled back a few steps on the porch, mouth hanging open.
“No way !”
Lon threw back his head laughing, knowing exactly what he looked like.
Thoroughly and absolutely debauched. He wore Wod’s oversized shirt over last
night’s pants and no shoes. His hair was loose and probably somewhat tangled, and
he’d made sure that the collar of Wod’s shirt draped open just enough to reveal the
love bite that adorned his neck.
“Did you bring it?”
Giggling, Bok held up a plain brown sack.
“All right, you.” A strong arm circled Lon’s waist from behind and pulled him
up against a hard chest and steely thighs. “You’ve had your fun. Get inside.”
Bok’s green eyes blinked myopically over Lon’s shoulder. “Wow. It really is
you.”
“It’s my house. Shouldn’t it be me?” Wod pulled Lon clear of the doorway.
“Come on in.”
Lon squirmed, squeezing Wod’s arm as his best friend passed them by. He
grinned over his shoulder to see Wod’s patient smile. His lover shook his head
slightly, then graced the tip of Lon’s nose with a kiss before releasing him. “Go,”
Wod prompted, patting him on his rear.
Happily, he skipped farther into the room, following Bok to the dining table.
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“You weren’t specific on what you wanted,” Bok began, upending the bag over
the table to spill out its contents. “So I just brought a variety.”
Lon’s eyes got big. Bok had brought far more toys than he’d thought.
“Well, well.” Wod purred, his eyes on the brightly colored sex toys that littered
his table. “You are every bit the magician Lon said you are.”
Lon bit his lip and stuck his finger through a plastic ring, lifting to find that it
was attached to a string of bright pink beads of various sizes. “Um, maybe this
wasn’t such a good idea.”
Wod hefted a pair of fur-lined cuffs. “This was an excellent idea.”
“Knock-knock,” called a voice from the front door. It reopened to admit none
other than Rom. “Am I interrupting?”
“Not yet,” Wod called, hardly taking his attention from Bok’s bounty.
Both of the smaller men watched, agape, as Dasher himself crossed to the
table. Bok nudged Lon, but Lon could only give him big eyes and shake his head.
He’d called Bok but didn’t remember Wod calling Rom.
Rom’s eyes took on a feral gleam when he saw what was before them. “Merry
Christmas! What have we here?”
Lon turned back to the table, to see Wod leering at him across the pile of toys.
“Did I forget to mention that Rom often stops by on Sixth Day for lunch?”
Lon gaped, then glared. So that’s why he’d suggested they get dressed. Calling
Bok had been a distraction. “You did forget to mention it.”
Wod shrugged, trailing what looked like a pearl necklace through his fingers.
“Sorry about that.”
Lon squeaked when Rom’s arm slid around his shoulders. “I’m so glad you two
hooked up.” Rom even kissed his cheek. “Judging from the spread here, it looks like
you’ll do Wod a world of good.”
“They’re not mine!” Lon protested, backing away from Rom’s arm and the
table. He pointed at Bok. “ He brought them.”
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Without Lon between them, Rom’s attention fell on Bok. Bok just stared. No,
he gulped.
Rom grinned and held out his hand. “I’m Rom.”
An ecstatic smile crested Bok’s face, and he gripped Rom’s hand. “I know. I’m
Bok. I work in acquisitions.”
Rom’s eyes lit up. “ Do you now?” He glanced at the table. “Oh, wait, I’ve heard
of you. I’ve gotten to benefit from some of your acquisitions.”
Distracted by the weird conversation going on in front of him, Lon
Lon’s head under his chin. “I plan to keep you close so we can both make sure.”
Lon smiled and did his best to snuggle nearer. “It’s a plan.”
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Epilogue
Lon swung open Wod’s front door before Bok even finished knocking. Bok
stumbled back a few steps on the porch, mouth hanging open.
“No way !”
Lon threw back his head laughing, knowing exactly what he looked like.
Thoroughly and absolutely debauched. He wore Wod’s oversized shirt over last
night’s pants and no shoes. His hair was loose and probably somewhat tangled, and
he’d made sure that the collar of Wod’s shirt draped open just enough to reveal the
love bite that adorned his neck.
“Did you bring it?”
Giggling, Bok held up a plain brown sack.
“All right, you.” A strong arm circled Lon’s waist from behind and pulled him
up against a hard chest and steely thighs. “You’ve had your fun. Get inside.”
Bok’s green eyes blinked myopically over Lon’s shoulder. “Wow. It really is
you.”
“It’s my house. Shouldn’t it be me?” Wod pulled Lon clear of the doorway.
“Come on in.”
Lon squirmed, squeezing Wod’s arm as his best friend passed them by. He
grinned over his shoulder to see Wod’s patient smile. His lover shook his head
slightly, then graced the tip of Lon’s nose with a kiss before releasing him. “Go,”
Wod prompted, patting him on his rear.
Happily, he skipped farther into the room, following Bok to the dining table.
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“You weren’t specific on what you wanted,” Bok began, upending the bag over
the table to spill out its contents. “So I just brought a variety.”
Lon’s eyes got big. Bok had brought far more toys than he’d thought.
“Well, well.” Wod purred, his eyes on the brightly colored sex toys that littered
his table. “You are every bit the magician Lon said you are.”
Lon bit his lip and stuck his finger through a plastic ring, lifting to find that it
was attached to a string of bright pink beads of various sizes. “Um, maybe this
wasn’t such a good idea.”
Wod hefted a pair of fur-lined cuffs. “This was an excellent idea.”
“Knock-knock,” called a voice from the front door. It reopened to admit none
other than Rom. “Am I interrupting?”
“Not yet,” Wod called, hardly taking his attention from Bok’s bounty.
Both of the smaller men watched, agape, as Dasher himself crossed to the
table. Bok nudged Lon, but Lon could only give him big eyes and shake his head.
He’d called Bok but didn’t remember Wod calling Rom.
Rom’s eyes took on a feral gleam when he saw what was before them. “Merry
Christmas! What have we here?”
Lon turned back to the table, to see Wod leering at him across the pile of toys.
“Did I forget to mention that Rom often stops by on Sixth Day for lunch?”
Lon gaped, then glared. So that’s why he’d suggested they get dressed. Calling
Bok had been a distraction. “You did forget to mention it.”
Wod shrugged, trailing what looked like a pearl necklace through his fingers.
“Sorry about that.”
Lon squeaked when Rom’s arm slid around his shoulders. “I’m so glad you two
hooked up.” Rom even kissed his cheek. “Judging from the spread here, it looks like
you’ll do Wod a world of good.”
“They’re not mine!” Lon protested, backing away from Rom’s arm and the
table. He pointed at Bok. “ He brought them.”
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Without Lon between them, Rom’s attention fell on Bok. Bok just stared. No,
he gulped.
Rom grinned and held out his hand. “I’m Rom.”
An ecstatic smile crested Bok’s face, and he gripped Rom’s hand. “I know. I’m
Bok. I work in acquisitions.”
Rom’s eyes lit up. “ Do you now?” He glanced at the table. “Oh, wait, I’ve heard
of you. I’ve gotten to benefit from some of your acquisitions.”
Distracted by the weird conversation going on in front of him, Lon
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