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  It chose to come.

  As Martin's cum began to fill Byron's mouth, Byron shook as his own climax overwhelmed him.

  ****

  "A draw. Perfect synchronicity." Byron lifted his head from Martin's groin. "We mesh."

  "Agreed. But I have a worry." Martin knew he had to voice it—once he was able to speak coherently without panting. It was niggling him, and taking away some of the pleasure he had in knowing he and Byron were hopefully a couple. "What about work?"

  "What about it?" Byron didn't sound concerned or even very interested. "It'll still be there when we get back."

  "P. A. No fraternization. That."

  Byron sat up and tugged Martin's ear. Martin understood, and turned around until he sat next to Byron, propped up on the same pillow. He flung his arm around Byron's neck and tugged his head closer.

  Byron wriggled to let his head rest on Martin's chest. "I'll rescind the rule. Or do an addendum. As long as it doesn't interfere with work."

  "Shit, no sex over the desk?" Martin rolled his eyes and pretended to wipe a tear away. "Gutted."

  "I'll do another addendum. Not during working hours. Unless you're with the boss. Oh, and as long as you're silent or use a gag."

  "Sounds good to me." Martin grinned and pulled out the leather thong that held Byron's hair back, and threaded his hands through the strands. He'd wanted to do that all day, but had been sidetracked.

  "That," he said with satisfaction. "Is yet another part of my fantasy. Not sure keeping quiet is in my repertoire though."

  "So maybe we need to practice silent sex?" Byron said, and raised one eyebrow in query.

  "Or buy a gag?" Martin said, and laughed. "Ball or not."

  "Sounds good to me. But we'll practice without for now, eh?" Byron fixed his lips over Martin's. He muttered against his lover. "This is one way…"

  "Oh yeah…"

  Epilogue

  Several months later

  "This letter from Mum is weird, even for her." Byron waved a flimsy sheet of paper in the air, as he and Martin sat next to each other at the breakfast table. They'd sold their two flats, bought a house and committed to each other in a simple ceremony where Lady J had worn her hat. A large impressive affair bedecked with Ostrich feathers. She'd arrived with a man in tow. "Gabe," Byron had explained to Martin. "Her, well I don't know what to call him. Mum says friend with benefits, but I'd say he's more than that—or wants to be." The way Gabe had looked at Lady J seemed to reinforce that.

  Both Lady J and Gabe had smiled knowingly as Byron slipped a slender chain over Martin's neck, as well as exchanging rings. A chain with an elaborate ring on it. That ring was exchanged later, in an intimate ceremony in their bedroom. Byron now wore Martin's original nipple chain, on a chain around his neck.

  Saturdays had become one long ‘relax and rejuvenate’ day, which started with a leisurely breakfast and read of the papers. It was a standing joke just who had to run to the shop and get them, and all sorts of tricks and antics happened on a Friday night. As more times than not they chose to end up going to buy them together, the fun and games tended to be just that, but usually with sex involved.

  Martin wiped the last bit of jam from his knife over his toast. "How do you mean weird?"

  "Well, she says Gabe is no longer a dyed in the wool Yank—her expression, not mine—but is learning to dance a mean reel, cast a mean line and understands the rudiments of gralloching a deer. Which is more than I can do. Then she goes on to say you're only as old as you feel, how lucky it knocks fifteen years off her age, and she wonders if throwing a boomerang is easy. She's getting senile."

  Martin shook his head at Byron. "How old is your mum? Honestly, Byron. She's what, forty-eight? Fifty? So not old."

  “Forty-five. She had me at seventeen. And I know, but hell’s bells, how cryptic can you get."

  Martin laughed. "Take a deep breath, adjust your cock, and listen up. And maybe read the letter again. It sounds to me as though Mum is kicking over the traces, and having her wild child times just like we did. Well, not just like us, unless Gabe is Gabriella?"

  Byron blinked. "Do you know, I have no idea…" He put his hand beneath the table. "How did you know I needed to A the C?"

  "You twitched. That either means your prick is in the wrong place or you want to say something. As you were already talking it was a simple deduction. Is there no more to the letter?"

  “Nope…ah, hold on." Byron shook out the envelope and a sliver of paper fell onto the table. He picked it up and scanned it. "So, all is revealed. Gabe isn't who I thought he was but he's the son of the Gabe we met and I thought was the one. No dude ranch, but now it seems a cottage in the Scottish countryside via a holiday in Australia. This is the itinerary. And she says, when we marry, so will she."

  Martin laughed. "That is so her. And?"

  Byron bit his lip. "Will you? Do you want to?"

  Martin stood up, hauled Byron to his feet and pulled him close for a long cock-hardening, cum-inducing kiss.

  "I do if you do."

  "I do."

  The End

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