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minute, he heard the distinct thump of feet on the dock and opened the door to the deck. There, looking good enough to eat in jeans and a t-shirt, stood Cary, seeming slightly unsure of himself. When their eyes met, Cary flushed but Heath knew that flush, one of arousal.
    “Come aboard, sexy,” said Heath. Cary gave him a sinfully adorable look from under his lashes before making his way onto the deck of the yacht.
    “ You live in a boat?”
    Heath scoffed playfully. “A boat, he says. This, my good man, is a yacht. Say that shit to Thurston Howell the third.”
    Cary raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
    “ Oh, come on. Gilligan’s Island? I’m not that much older than you, man.”
    “ How old are you?” Cary asked, eyeing Heath’s shirtless torso with undeniable hunger, making Heath’s cock start its rise to say hello. Damn, he was so turned on that just staring at the guy’s sweet lips made him ready to fuck the aluminum railing.
    “ Thirty-two.”
    “ Oh, no. I’m twenty-eight.” Cary’s gawping at Heath’s tented shorts made Heath smirk, trying to put on his most rakish expression as he dragged his eyes up and down Cary. A significant bulge had grown in the crotch of his jeans as well.
    “ Are we gonna keep talking out here and keep the sitter waiting or do I get to ask you inside now?”
    Cary looked startled for a moment, realizing Heath’d noticed his staring. Heath moved into Cary’s space, going for the same move he’d used to get the man to loosen up as last time. He grabbed a handful of thick cock through the cotton of the man’s pants.
    Cary let out a shuddering breath. “Sitter’s my neighbor. She’ll be there four more hours.”
    Heath stroked Cary’s cock and the man shuddered again, breath hitching. Good to see Heath could lead Cary around by his dick as Cary seemed able to do to him.
    “Glad you could make it,” he said, breathing in Cary’s ear.
    “ Me too,” Cary said, though the admission seemed to embarrass him. Heath wondered why, but he was officially over the introductory part of this evening. He pulled Cary into the cabin’s open door and shut it behind them. Cary let out an oomph as Heath shoved him against the closed door.
    “ We seem to be in this position a lot lately.”
    “ Yeah,” Cary said on a breath. Heath did something that was equally as rare for him as obsessing over someone, he kissed Cary. He wasn’t sure why this activity was one that he’d had in mind almost as much as the fucking, but damn those lips.
    When their lips touched, both of them grunted. The kiss was fervent, fast and passionate. Fuck he’d never been kissed like that. Wet and hard and sweet all at the same time. He was loathe to admit, but it made him a little weak in the knees.
    Fuck that. He pulled out of the kiss as gave a small growl, noticing Cary’s lips seemed to be chasing his as they parted. He went for the fly of Cary’s jeans and was pleased to find they were button-fly. With one deft motion, the fly was open and Cary’s cock sprung up and out of its cotton prison, arching upward from the trimmed thatch of hair at the base.
    “ Oh, commando?” He asked, reaching a hand into the jeans to help Cary’s balls come into view, rolling them in his hands, loving the sounds Cary made as Heath fondled and stroked. Cary’s head leaned back against the door behind him, and again this all looked so familiar. He’d always remember the image of Cary exactly like this, and he didn’t think he would ever mind that. He leaned in and licked up Cary’s throat before lightly sinking his teeth in the soft skin behind his ear.
    “ Oh, wow,” Cary breathed, hips thrusting forward. Heath dropped to his knees then, taking Cary’s cock into his mouth. Damn, but he’d never wanted to taste someone so badly in his life. The urge was overwhelming. As he took the tasty treat all the way to the base, working it with his throat, he pulled his own cock out and started stroking.
    “ Heath, so…”