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Tired.
Tired tired tired.
Dare'd had one hell of a day, though. He'd busted through the pastries, made chef proud.
Trevor, the maitre d', poked his head around the door. "Dare, man. There's this guy out here. Says he
wants to talk to you."
"Huh? Okay." He brushed his hands off on his apron and headed out, curious.
Bake was leaning against the bar, looking like a fucking stud.
"Bake." He smiled; he couldn't not.
Bake grinned, straightening and coming right over. "It's six, man. You ready?"
"Is it? Already? Yeah. Yeah, I was just prepping for tomorrow."
"Well, come on, then. It's time to forget all about tomorrow and focus on the now."
He took a step forward. "It is?" Please.
"Yep." Bake closed the distance between them and slung an arm around his shoulders. "I'm taking you
home."
His eyes closed and he nodded. "Yes. Hey."
"Hey." Bake growled out the word and walked him toward the front door. "I have plans made. You can
sleep in the truck on the way home."
"Okay. I like plans." He liked Bake.
"Excellent." They were soon out the door, and once they were around the corner, Bake turned him, took
his mouth.
Oh. Oh, wow. The world hiccupped a little bit, and his heart raced. Bake's hand was solid at the back
of his head, tilting it slightly so that Bake's tongue could plunder. The man's kisses were like storming a
hill, intent on taking no prisoners. His cock got so hard so fast it hurt, and he groaned with the delicious
pain.
Bake finally broke the kiss, growling a little. "Much as I'd like nothing better than to take your sweet ass
up against the wall right here, I'd rather not get interrupted by the cops, either. We'll continue this at
home."
Dare nodded, swaying, dazed. Wow.
Bake's arm went back around his shoulders, steadying him as he was led to the big, dusty truck parked
at the end of the alley.
"You hungry for food at all?"
"No." That wasn't what he needed right now. After, he'd be ravenous.
"Cool. Just wanna make sure you don't pass out from hunger in the middle of things." Bake gave him a
wink and opened the truck door for him.
"I won't." He had stamina.
"Good." Bake started the truck and pulled out into traffic. "Dev's waiting at home." He was given a
wolfish look. "He's plugged, cock bound, and when I get back, I'll tie him up. That way he can watch."
"Oh..." He nodded, moaned a little. "I bet he fought you on the plug."
"Maybe a little." Bake laughed. "He's a sweet little sub, though."
"He is. He looked better this morning, too. Better rested."
"You don't, though. You need a keeper."
He snorted. "Right."
Bake gave him a glance. "No?"
Dare smiled. "I'm pretty hard -- I'm more of the part-time guy, pay-wise. I work eighty hours a week.
There's not much to keep." And he was tired and feeling more than a little sorry for himself.
"Why do you work so many hours?"
"Because that's what happens." Pastry chefs were easy to find, easy to replace, so he had to work hard.
Not only that, Devvy ended up taking a lot of time off, and Dare pulled his shifts or worked extra to
make up for it. It was expensive to live out here.
"Hence, you needing a keeper so it doesn't keep happening."
He chuckled, unsure of what to say, really. It was a nice thought, kind of, to let someone else take care
of the hard parts. Clay, of course, would pop him in the back of the head and tell him to grow the fuck
up.
"No? You don't get tired of always being the guy who comes through?" Bake's eyes dragged over him
again. "I could take care of you. I'm good at it."
"Please, don't ask. Dev would freak and I'd want to say yes so bad."
"What's wrong with saying yes? And why would Dev freak? He likes me. A lot." Bake pulled up in front
of his house, turned off the engine, but didn't make any attempt to get out yet.
"Devvy... I don't know. He's complicated." He wasn't going to badmouth his twin or anything, but Dev
would call it quits. Dev always did. The rough stuff scared him.
"Twins always are." Bake sounded like he knew a little bit of what Dare was talking about.
"Yeah." That made him smile. "That is true."
"I've got something I want you to do tonight." Bake met his eyes.
"Okay."
"Your brother's had a day of getting loved on. He'll be trussed up, plugged, and there's no reason for
him to do anything but relax and watch. Tonight is yours. I'm gonna focus on you and you're gonna focus
on me and you're not going to worry about Devin."
Dare moaned, his entire body shivering, suddenly wired and awake. "Okay." God, please.
"I mean it, Dare."
"Okay. Okay, I'll try, real hard."
"I want better than try." Bake pulled him in and gave him another hard kiss like the one in the alley
behind the restaurant.
His cock throbbed and he crawled across the seat, wanting to climb into Bake. One hand grabbed his
ass and squeezed tight, the kiss going harder, deeper. He pushed closer, hips rolling, pure need riding
him. He wanted, so much.
Bake tugged his head back by the hair, stared into his eyes. "Sixty seconds, Dare. That's how long you
have to get into the house and get naked."
"Sixty..." Oh, fuck. He was going to come from pure joy.
One eyebrow went up. "Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight."
"Okay. Okay..." He scrambled, fingers fumbling on the door handle.
Bake helped, leaning past him to get it open for him. Pinching his ass.
"Thank... thank you. Is the door unlocked?"
"Yep. Bedroom's right down the hall where you left it. You've got to move now, though." Bake pinched
his ass again.
"Moving." He ran through the yard, a little clumsy because he was so hard.
The door was unlocked and he remembered where the bedroom was. Now all he needed was to get
naked. He heard the front door open as he got to the bedroom where Devvy was lying on the bed, eyes
going wide when they saw him.
"Devvy." He smiled at his brother, tugged off his shoes and socks. "Hey."
"Hey. Where's Bake?"
"Coming." Pants. Shirt. God, he was hard. "Good day?"
"Mmmhmm." Devvy stretched, looked like the cat that got the cream.
"I hope everyone in the bedroom's already naked," Bake's voice came from down the hall.
His boxers went down and he did a little victory dance, which cracked Devvy up.
"Mmm, look at that ass move." Bake came right up behind him, one hand on his belly, the other on his
thigh as the big, also naked, body pressed up against his back.
"Bake." Warm. The man was warm.
"I've got you now, Dare." Bake pointed at Dev. "You lie there and stay quiet -- just watch. And you,"
Bake bit his earlobe. "I want you bent over my lap for a good, hard spanking."
Oh, fuck. Yes. "Yes, Sir. Please."
He wasn't ashamed to ask for it, to admit that he liked it. A lot.
"Good." Bake grabbed his hair and tugged his head back, mouth descending on his again. Fuck, he
could get used to these kisses.
He could feel his lips bruising, swelling, the pressure of the kiss making his knees weak. Bake dragged
him over to the bed, the kiss never ending, never breaking. He went willingly, easily. He wanted Bake to
make the world go away.
The kiss finally ended, then Bake sat and tugged him down. He draped himself over the strong thighs,
wiggling eagerly. He loved being heated, touched.
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