The Spur of the Platypus (7 page)

Prescott might be smaller than him, but he was compact with lean muscles. His cheekbones were sharp and flushed. Prescott reached down to begin stroking himself.

Flex crawled up onto the bottom of the bed and gently batted the hand away. “Mine.”

Flex grabbed Prescott’s leaking dick and swallowed it all the way to the root.

Prescott shouted and arched his hips off the bed. Flex grabbed a hold of them and put them back down as he got to work sucking, licking and tasting what he had been craving since he met Prescott.

“If you don’t stop...” Prescott’s voice shook.

Flex reached down and began massaging Prescott’s balls while he hollowed out his cheek and bobbed up and down. He wanted to taste Prescott, needed it.

“Flex!” Prescott shouted. “Oh fuck!”

Flex’s mouth filled with Prescott’s release. He swallowed every bit of it, ready for the next round. Flex was already addicted to Prescott.

Flex pulled back and sat up on his knees. His cock was leaking copiously, a strand of pre-cum falling onto the sheets below as he gazed upon Prescott. His mate was completely satisfied. His hair was messy and his cheeks flushed. He looked perfect.

“Do we have anything to prep me?” Prescott asked.

Flex reached over and grabbed the small vial of oil, holding it up for Prescott to see.

He opened it up and poured a generous amount on his fingers. Flex’s cock hung heavy between his thighs, and he couldn’t wait to sink into Prescott.

He recorked the oil and leaned down to kiss Prescott on the lips before moving down to kiss a path over Prescott’s stomach. Sitting up, he hiked Prescott’s leg on his shoulder, giving him better access.

Reaching down, Flex began circling his oiled fingers over Prescott’s entrance, before pressing one inside of Prescott.

Prescott hissed.

Flex paused. “Does it hurt?”

“No, more like a burn. Keep going.” Prescott’s face didn’t seem too damn relaxed.

“We can stop,” Flex urged.

“No fucking way. If venom crashed through that door, we’d still have sex. Understand?” Prescott said firmly.

Flex smiled. “You’re the boss.”

Prescott laughed and then groaned. “Okay, that felt... damn.”

“Good?”

Prescott nodded. “Yeah. More.”

Flex took his time prepping Prescott. Slowly massaging one finger then two. Sweat popped on his brow, and Flex had to grip his base of his dick to keep from blowing before he even started.

Gritting his teeth, Flex worked a third in, feeling the muscles loosen around his fingers. Flex pulled his hand away from his own cock to start stroking Prescott. The shaft grew in his palm, and Prescott began moving underneath him.

Flex removed his fingers and reached for the oil again, greasing up his own dick.

Lining up, he slowly sunk in, watching Prescott’s face for any signs of discomfort. Prescott adjusted his legs, pulling them off of Flex’s shoulder to tuck his hands behind his knees. The better access allowed Flex to lean down and kiss Prescott as his cock sank home.

“So tight,” Flex whispered into the kiss.

“Move.” Prescott whimpered.

Flex kissed the soft lips one more time before he pulled back and began thrusting in and out of his mate.

Sweat grew on both of their bodies as they eventually found a rhythm that worked for them.

Flex breathed heavily as he thrusted harder into Prescott, watching as his mate stroked his own shaft in time to their lovemaking.

Pleasure grew as his climax drew closer.

“I’m close,” Flex rasped.

“I’m there,” Prescott hollered as cum spurted onto his stomach and chest.

The sight, the smell was enough to send Flex over the edge. Flex sunk deep one more time and filled Prescott. He shook from his release and shouted, knowing that everyone in the damn building would know exactly what they were up to.

His cock softened, and Flex pulled out, falling to the side of Prescott. Prescott’s chest was pumping up and down as he turned to stare at Flex.

“You okay?” Flex said through a dry, scratchy throat.

Prescott reached out and brushed a piece of his hair out his eye. “You’re right.”

“About what?” Flex reached down and grabbed the covers, drawing the cover over their sweaty bodies. They could clean up later, but right now, he didn’t want to leave Prescott’s side for even a second to leave the room to go and get it.

“I love you.” Prescott brushed a kiss over his lips.

Three simple words, and yet, Flex felt like the luckiest venom alive. It wouldn’t be easy. They would have tough times, but they would be together every step of the way, fighting for the right to live.

“I love you, too. Now sleep. That was only the beginning.”

Prescott rested his head on Flex’s chest, snuggling in. “Yes, it was.”

Short, sexy and sweet—where a little love goes a long way.

That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. She was introduced to M/M Romance through her sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, she thought it was time to put her own stories on paper. Jackie began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after.

Thinking back to her own book addiction, where there were many nights Jackie stayed up way too late so she could read just one more chapter—yeah, right—Jackie decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students, or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.

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