Safety Net (53 page)

Erick rubbed his hand and after a
moment said, “True, you’d think an NFC quarterback wouldn’t have to go slumming
in the AFC to get some decent ass.”

Lowell laughed, “Oh, you are in so
much trouble for that, not even funny.”

Erick rolled around and pulled
Lowell on top of him, hissing a little as he moved his knee. “How much trouble?”
he asked, sliding his fingers down Lowell’s back.

Lowell slowly ground against him
and kissed the tip of his nose. “Lots and lots of trouble. Trouble that goes on
for days. Days, bro. Days.”

“Mmmm.” Erick writhed invitingly
under him, pushing Lowell’s pajama bottoms off.

Lowell sighed a little, falling
into his spell, kissing his neck. “What about your knee?” he asked.

Erick rubbed against him. “I think
a really awesome orgasm would make my knee feel a hell of a lot better,” he
said earnestly, and Lowell groaned against his neck.

Much later that night, when Lowell
was again comfortably holding Erick, happily weary, Erick murmured, “Super Bowl
halftime, huh?”

“Don’t get any bad ideas,” Lowell
warned him, amused.

“You started it,” Erick said.

Lowell poked his side. “How the
hell did I start it?”

“Give a guy a ring, he gets ideas.”

Lowell poked him again. “You turned
down the anklet and earrings, dude. This is back on you.”

“A ring leads to certain
expectations, that’s all I’m sayin’,” Erick said breezily.

Lowell growled against Erick’s
shoulder. Erick chuckled, saying, “Start thinking about what you’ll want for
our wedding music, Menacker,” and threaded his fingers with Lowell’s.

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win, and bakes a mean pound cake. After earning a B.A. from Boston University,
Keiko lived in New York City and Cleveland before relocating to California.

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