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  1. Public Bookmark 66

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    He asks, out into the comfortable quiet of the room: “What’s it like?”

    “Hmm? What’s what like?” Kip hums into the skin near Scott’s collarbone.

    “What’s it like when I fuck you?”

     

    Or: Scott is curious. Scott knows what he wants.

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  2. Public Bookmark 67

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    “It’s okay, it’s not my only tux,” replied Scott with good humor, wiping himself down and hoping that would make the waiter feel better about their collision. Except that the crouched man paused, then glanced up, and Scott froze.

    It was Kip.

    Kip, kneeling in front of Scott, looking just as shocked as Scott felt. The moment their eyes locked, Scott’s stomach flipped over and his heart started to race, and he felt warmth work its way up his neck toward his cheeks. Not to mention, his mind decided to oh-so-helpfully present other ways Kip could be on his knees in front of Scott, and he really didn’t need that when he was wearing tailored pants.

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    OR: Scott losing his mind about Kip during their first time.

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  3. Public Bookmark 71

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    It was 3:00 AM. Kip was exhausted, his body hummed with a pleasant, bone-deep ache from the last few hours, and he was absolutely starving.

    He padded over to the refrigerator, a stainless steel monolith that looked complicated enough to launch a shuttle into orbit. He tugged it open.

    "Jesus, Hunter," Kip muttered, bathed in the sterile LED glow.

    It was a nutritional wasteland. Rows of bottled water (fancy brand). A carton of egg whites. Spinach. Unsweetened almond milk. A lonely container of blueberries sitting next to a bunch of perfectly yellow bananas. This fridge was designed for peak athletic performance, not for a human being who had just burned a significant amount of calories in bed.

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    5 times Kip took ownership of Scott’s kitchen + 1 time it belonged to both of them.

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    It turns out not everyone has the pain tolerance of a professional hockey player.

    Kip's sheepish. Scott's worried. The nurses think they're adorable.

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    “Okay. You want to say no, you want to fight me. Pretty boy, all alone in his glass house. You want me to force you?”

    He didn’t need Shane to answer, really; Shane was fully hard against Ilya’s thigh and pink under his freckles. But it was best to be direct about these things. And he wanted to hear Shane say it, anyway.

    “I—yeah. Make me. Is that too weird?”

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