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“Fuck me, you’re Kellan Brooks. Like Brooks Blast Energy Drinks. But how is that long distance? I thought you lived around here.”
    Kellan leaned back against the counter. “Well, you know my dad. Nate’s been great about keeping a lid on things, but finally I said fuck it and had to be real, you know?”
    Eli’s eyes fluttered wide. “That is so amazing. What did your dad do?”
    “Threw me out on my ass with nothing more than the clothes on my back.”
    “Wow.” Eli looked from Kellan to Nate and blinked again. “You guys need a theme song or something. So that’s why you’ve been watching all those websites and stuff. Weren’t you engaged, like to a woman?”
    “A beard.” Nate suddenly came to life. “Okay, let’s get moving. You rest up, honey.” Nate’s lips twisted in a smile that was almost three-quarters grimace. “I’ll be back to wear you out again later.”
    Eli looked from Nate to Kellan like he was starting to think he’d missed the joke. Kellan hooked a finger through Nate’s belt loop as he was about to disappear through the door. “What, no kiss goodbye?”
    Nate glared a warning, but Kellan hauled him into a kiss anyway. As Kellan put his hands on either side of Nate’s face, the bristles prickled his palm, but the hair in the full goatee was soft when Kellan put his lips on Nate’s mouth. Nate softened for a second, maybe just for show, but Kellan couldn’t resist the dare. He parted his lips and let his tongue slide along the seam of Nate’s lips until with something like a growl, Nate opened his mouth.
    Kellan slipped his tongue in and they were really kissing, soft at first, then Nate grabbed Kellan’s ass and hitched him closer, mouth opening wider, hips grinding, and maybe this dare had gone a little too far. It didn’t feel like kissing a girl, not even one who liked things a little rough. The tongue action might be almost the same, but there was no hiding the fact that Nate wasn’t a girl, not with the strength in the grip that shifted to Kellan’s hips, and definitely not with the tickle of that hair against his lips and cheek. Nate tipped up his jaw and moved one hand to the back of Kellan’s head, the other a hard press on Kellan’s waist. Nate’s tongue slid past Kellan’s to stroke and tease, and Kellan was having trouble remembering exactly why it had seemed like a good idea to push Nate’s buttons.
    Nate’s hand slid down from Kellan’s waist to cup his ass again, not the hard grip like before, but a teasing caress. Nate released Kellan’s head. “Feel free to wait up for me, baby.” Nate’s voice was husky, teasing Kellan’s ear like a brush of soft fingers. “You ready?”
    For a second, Kellan thought Nate was talking to him, and though Kellan didn’t know for sure what he was about to say he was ready for, he knew that those kind of kisses and a husky teasing voice were just how Nate managed to get himself laid.
    Eli answered, “Uh, yeah. Okay. Are you sure you want to go?”
    Now Kellan was the one who couldn’t seem to figure out what to say.
    “Yeah. I’m good.” Nate winked at Kellan and stepped through the door.
    Oh, he was, the sneaky bastard.
     
    “I cannot believe you’re fucking Kellan Brooks,” Eli said for the hundredth time since they’d left the apartment.
    Nate should know by now that even his fifth Smirnoff Ice wouldn’t chase the tingle of that kiss off his lips. “Why is it so surprising? I fucked you once.”
    Eli hid his reaction under the fall of his bangs, and Nate buried a wince in the new bottle the bartender had put in front of him. He wasn’t always such a mean drunk.
    “Yeah, well everyone knows I’m easy,” Eli shot back.
    That had been a mistake. Kind of like feeding a stray. The paper had hired Eli as a photographer a couple months ago, and his flattery and sex-on-legs appeal had gotten Nate’s dick up that sweet ass in about three days. He should have known better than to fuck a coworker and a