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into his slit, and that was it, that little sting.
    He cried out, hips punching forward as he shot hard.
    “Oh yeah. There you go. There you go, honey.”
    Dex nodded, leaning their foreheads together again.
    “Mmm.” Kent’s touch gentled, drawing his pleasure out.
    He shuddered, breathing hard. “You’re something else, Kent.”
    “Just a gay man that’s totally into sex.”
    “Is there any man who isn’t?” Kent sure did make it fucking good.
    Kent shrugged. “Don’t know. Never met him.”
    And he was laughing again. “God, Kent. Being with you is a fucking joy.”
    Kent laughed with him, kissed his nose playfully.
    “Come on. I’ve got come-legs. Better go find my bed.”
    “Come-legs. I love it.” Kent wrapped an arm around him, supporting his backside. “Which way?”
    “Two steps and to the left.” Dex had to laugh at himself. “We were almost there.”
    “Go, team us!”
    God, Kent cracked him up.
    They managed to make it to the bed, which he’d sort of made today, so he pulled the comforter back, and they landed on his mattress together. They were mostly undressed at this point, kicking off pants and socks, wiggling together. Then they were finally totally naked, close and pressed up tight together.
    It felt intimate and good.
    “This okay, honey?” Kent asked.
    “Yeah. Yeah, it really is.”
    That first time sharing a bed awkwardness was missing. Just totally not there. Weird.
    Kent stroked his hair, the back of his neck. He hummed happily at the touches, his own fingers finding Kent’s spine and moving along it.
    “You’re something else, honey.” Kent pressed a kiss to his collarbone, caressed him.
    “Ditto.” He rubbed their noses.
    Kent looked at him. “Still want to go camping?”
    “Shit yes. I just want to make sure we have a decent camping bed with us, though.”
    Kent’s laugh rang out. “No rocky humping for us?”
    “Rocky humping.” He shook his head. “No. Sylvester Stallone never did anything for me.”
    Kent’s continued laughter was a joy to hear. “No? He has a great hairdresser.”
    “Are you into hair?” Dex was in trouble if that was the case. His was utilitarian. It was easy to just wash and go, easy to get in and out of the water with it as short as he had it.
    “Into hair like do I want to rub it on things, like in a sexy way?” Kent looked a little freaked, to be honest, wide-eyed. “Are there people that are into that?”
    “I meant into guys who have great hair, running your fingers through it.”
    Kent seemed to think, just quiet for a minute, then shook his head. “No. I don’t really think that’s me.”
    “I was just wondering. Because of the hairdresser comment.” This was the most bizarre post-sex conversation he’d ever had.
    “I think I was just trying to be clever. How’s that working out for me?” Kent asked.
    Dex started laughing. “Oh thank God, because I thought I was losing it.”
    They laughed together, just like they were old friends. He stayed close, enjoying being with Kent. He didn’t feel like he needed to be Mr. Smooth or Mr. Sexy. He could just be himself. Which was handy. He wasn’t good at being anyone else.
    “Tell me you’ll stay a while.” He didn’t want to have to see Kent to the door.
    “How do you feel about waffles?” Kent asked.
    “They make a great breakfast.” Though not one Dex indulged in very often.
    “I’ll have you know, I order a fabulous breakfast.”
    “Yeah? I’d love to see that.” There was a lot he’d love to see Kent do.
    “It’s a deal. Nudge me when you’re hungry.”
    “You got it.”
    Kent was staying the night. Fucking A. Dex grinned and tugged Kent closer. This worked. This so worked for him.

Chapter Four
     
     
    CAMPING. HOW fun! Kent packed his gear—well, packed was a strong term, really. He grabbed the totes marked “camping” and loaded them in the SUV. Ta da. Which was perfect timing because Dex pulled up in his little smart car—they were taking