A New Deal
By Kelly Wyre
Rough denim rubbed against Maxwell Clark’s lips, and he mouthed the hardening c**k he could feel beneath the fabric. Clark kept his hands behind his back at his lover’s instruction, grip digging into the flesh above his elbows. Fingers raked through Clark’s hair and tightened in warning. His lover didn’t actually say stop, however, and Clark dragged his teeth along the thick line straining the front of Daniel Germain’s jeans.
Buttons popped and clattered to the floor as Daniel ripped open his dress shirt. “Damnit, Clark, when I asked you to wait for me on your knees, this isn’t quite what I had in mind.”
Clark chuckled, and Daniel groaned as Clark dug deeper, the jeans growing damp. Daniel tugged again at Clark’s hair, twisting just the way Clark liked. “Though
