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Trey’s climax gathered, his cock twisting tight with its last warning. Zane must have felt the shaft contorting inside his mouth. His cheeks pulled close, soft, his hand releasing Trey’s trapped testicle. Heat rushed outward from the freed spot. Trey gasped as his ejaculation shot from him.

It felt like a flood to him, but Zane didn’t seem to mind. He sucked right through the contractions, his tongue doing things that kept Trey’s climax as sharp as it could get. When it ended, Trey didn’t recognize his own sigh. It was low and melodic, like he was singing his pleasure, like every muscle had released a tension he hadn’t known it held. His legs lost their grip on Zane, the soles of his running shoes slapping the compacted dirt beneath the bleacher bench.

The sound seemed to wake Zane from his sucking. He let Trey’s cock slip free, the thing so exhausted he couldn’t even mind. With a casualness Trey found reassuring, he wiped his mouth on his T-shirt’s sleeve. Then, clearly not disgusted, he turned his head to rest on Trey’s sweat-streaked stomach.

“Shit,” he murmured, lungs going up and down. “That was hot.”

He lifted a second later, one arm reaching between his own legs to tug himself comfortable. Trey’s eyebrows shot upward. “You didn’t come?”

Zane looked at him and grinned. “I did. The second your big hot dick slid into my mouth. I just got hard again.”

Trey was happier with this answer than he knew how to say. “You are a crazy mother. How’d you know to suck me so well?”

“It was good?”

“It was incredible. I can’t believe that was your first time.”

Zane hunched his shoulders, the gesture both mischievous and bashful. “I’m a big reader.”

“Come on.”

“Okay, maybe I watch a lot of porn. And sometimes I practice on a dildo when I jack off.” Zane hid his face against Trey’s stomach to laugh silently.

Trey couldn’t remember ever being so entertained. “Your practice paid off.” He gave in to the temptation to stroke his sandy locks. Zane used some sort of product to spike his hair, but it was still silky.

For half a minute, Zane lay still under his petting. Then he sighed and sat up. He looked down at Trey, flushed from sex but not speaking. His powerful thighs V’d around the bench, his hard-on sticking up nice and prominent in his sweatpants. Trey scratched his stomach, searching for the best approach to get a crack at it.

“I’m not as good at oral sex as you,” he tried, “but I surely do like it.” Grinning, Zane slid his hands down his own torso, skirting his erection to cup

and hike his balls. The lift pushed his junk forward. “I bet whatever you did would feel good to me.”

Mesmerized, Trey watched his erection wagging behind the cloth. “If I did suck you, I’d get hard again.”

“If you got hard again, you’d have to teach me some other way to play.”

Trey had never been accused of having a poker face. Easily reading his approval, Zane dug into his sweatpants. His championship hands emerged with both his cock and balls. Trey licked his lips at the tasty sight. Zane’s family jewels were as sizable as the rest of him. Even better, the big flushed head was sticky from having come. His own goodies began stirring between his legs.

“You’re getting hard right now,” Zane whispered.

Trey loved how awed he sounded but didn’t grab for him straight away. He had a couple issues he wanted to get clear first. He sat up too, hoping this would help him think. His cock bounced higher as their knees bumped. Ignoring it, he gripped the stretch of bench between them. Zane looked at him questioningly.

“I need to know,” Trey said. “Is tonight the only time we’ll do this? ’Cause if it is, I’m not letting you go till dawn.”

Zane dropped his hold on his cock, his fingers wrapping next to Trey’s. He hesitated. “I don’t want it to be. You just shouldn’t expect me to, you know, ask you to go to prom.”

“No,” Trey agreed, though the reckless freak in him would have liked if Zane wanted that. “What I’m asking is if you want to fool around again—in private.”

Zane’s hands covered Trey’s, squeezing them on the bench. “Yes, I really do want that.”

Trey had to smile at his seriousness. “Good. I really want it too.”

“So . . . it’ll be our secret?” Zane’s fingers stroked the dips between Trey’s knuckles—as if he thought Trey needed bribing to keep quiet. Trey couldn’t let this pass without teasing.

“Yup,” he said. “We’ll call it the bad boys club.”

Trey knew Zane would think this was stupid. “We’re not calling it that,” he huffed.

“I think we are,” Trey contradicted, prepared to do some bribery of his own. Amusingly, neither of their cocks was bored by the conversation. Both were sticking up and bouncing. He reached for Zane’s, wrapping it in his hand and pulling toward the head. As susceptible as a virgin, Zane shuddered and closed his eyes. When Trey squeezed his fingers tighter around the rim, Zane’s breath sighed out pleasurably. Deciding he had the jock where he wanted, he switched hands and pulled again. To his surprise, the pressure revealed that Zane was uncut. Trey was able to stretch his foreskin at least an inch higher. A shiver of

titillation rolled down his vertebrae. He’d never had a guy with a hood before.

With some effort, he dragged his focus back on topic. “You know why we’re calling it the bad boys club?”

Eyes still closed, Zane shook his head tightly. His expression was enraptured, but even rapture could be improved. Trey licked his palm, slicking it good and wet for his next caress. This time Zane squeaked as it tugged up him. Given his reaction, Trey couldn’t doubt his was the first male hand to pleasure Zane’s equipment.

“Why?” Zane gasped, rolling his hips higher.

“We’re calling it the bad boys club so this can be our secret handshake.”

In spite of his distraction, this tickled Zane’s fancy. He laughed and his eyes flew open. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.” Trey wagged his brows to make this a joke as well.

Since he hadn’t minded it before, Trey smacked a kiss on Zane’s mouth. Then he bent to the part of Zane they both wanted him swallowing. Zane’s cock was oven-hot, his skin as smooth as satin. Trey’s tongue did a happy dance over him. “God,” Zane moaned, the volume of the cry exciting. His pelvis jerked,

shoving half of him inward.

Trey took him eagerly. He discovered this was extra good when you had a thing for the other person, when you weren’t just sucking a cock but a cock you’d been dying for. Trey wanted to devour Zane, to pull on him with his mouth until he popped like a champagne cork. His tongue went crazy along his shaft, his hands searching out the sweetest places in the vicinity. His thumbs dug between Zane’s balls, pushing through to where his cock rooted. Trey loved having his perineum rubbed. Luckily, this wasn’t just a hot zone for him. Zane punched his groin upward.

He groaned Trey’s name, hands urging his head closer.

“Please,” he gasped, totally thrilling him. Trey sucked him harder, and Zane let out a wail.

He came like Trey had, in a burst so big it couldn’t be contained, tremor after tremor milked out by his suckling. His final sigh echoed Trey’s, his fingers combing Trey’s hair over him.

Trey pulled gently up him, leaving one last kiss on the warm wet crown. As if it had been waiting for the salute, his cock sagged downward immediately afterward.

“Wow.” Zane’s breathing was ragged. “You’re better at that than you gave yourself credit for.”

His hand was on Trey’s shoulder, gripping it like he was a teammate who’d scored a goal. Trey wanted to hug him but decided not to push. He didn’t know

what Zane was feeling—apart from more relaxed.

“So,” he said carefully. “You want to try this again tomorrow?”

Zane flashed the devilish grin that made all sorts of heart flutter. “Screw tomorrow. Tonight isn’t over yet.”