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him. “It’s time to wake up, baby. Get out of bed.” But instead of letting him, Marco put out his tongue to lick at Nicky’s dick.
    Nicky laughed, dropped his head back on the pillow and caught his breath as Marco resumed his attentions. “Oh my God.”
    He arched his back and pushed into that wet heat. Marco murmured something around his cock, the vibration driving Nicky wild. He thrust up again and tangled his fingers into Marco’s thick hair. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    Marco laughed softly and looked up at him. “What do you want me to do? This?” he said, licking across the head of Nicky’s cock. “Or maybe this?” Marco dragged a slow, hot tongue all the way up the length of Nicky’s shaft, making him shiver and moan. Another few seconds of this treatment, and Nicky knew he’d be talking in tongues.
    “Marco,” Nicky groaned as Marco engulfed his cock with his hot mouth, swirling over his skin as he moved up and down, over and over in a maddeningly slow rhythm that was driving Nicky out of his mind. Nicky tried to speed things up, to move this along by humping up his hips faster, but Marco clamped down on them with his hands, holding him firmly in place. They would proceed at Marco’s pace, not Nicky’s, and he was emphasizing that point with every stroke of his tongue.
    Tiny flares began to flash behind Nicky’s eyes as his climax caught him by surprise, sweeping over him and dragging him along, trying to fling him up on the shore of an orgasm, making him scream out Marco’s name and clutch him closer. Marco soothed him through it, sucking him dry until Nicky shuddered in his grip. Then he pulled off with a little pop and licked and nipped his way up Nicky’s abs and chest to reach his mouth. Nicky could taste himself on Marco’s lips along with Marco’s own particular brand of sweetness.
    “Jesus,” Nicky said, breathless and spent. “And you said you wanted me to get out of bed? I may never move again.” It was true. As energetic and restless as he’d been earlier that afternoon, he now felt sleepy and spent. He would have liked nothing better than to snuggle down in the covers with Marco and have him hold him against his warm body all night. It was strange—it felt almost like two different beings inhabited his body. And the two of them rarely agreed on anything.
    “No, you don’t. Open those baby blues and get out of bed. We have plans this evening, don’t you remember?”
    Nicky groaned and tried his best to roll over, but Marco caught hold of his hands and pulled him up to swing him around on the side of the bed. “Wake up, baby. We’re going for a run. The moon is out and it’s beautiful outside. A little cool, but we’ll warm up in a few minutes.”
    “You might,” he grumbled and stretched his arms over his head and arched his back in a huge yawn. “I’ll just get tired and colder. Can’t we just go back to bed?”
    “No, sleepyhead. Now get up and get dressed.” Marco went over to the dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a soft T-shirt. “Put these on. You don’t need underwear, because we’ll be shifting once we get out there.”
    “ You may be,” Nicky muttered under his breath.
    “What’s that?”
    “Nothing. I just don’t think I feel like it tonight. I’m really tired.”
    “After the way you bitched everyone out today about wanting something to do? Oh no, you don’t, buddy. We’re doing this. You have to shift sooner or later, and now’s as good a time as any. You have to learn how to control your wolf.” Marco threw his tennis shoes at him. “Get dressed or I’ll take you just as you are. Nobody will mind.”
    Nicky stood up and jerked on his too-short pants and tight-as-hell T-shirt. Almost nothing he owned fit him anymore. Marco’s things were still a little too big, and his were way too small. Feeling like a grouchy Goldilocks, he wondered if anything would ever be just right again.
    He thrust his feet in