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the store, slipping down aisles and leading Mahon on a playful chase.
    When Chet slipped past a set of swinging double doors, Mahon’s entire body tingled with excitement. He went through the doors a few seconds later, just in time to see Chet turn a corner ten feet ahead.
    There was no one else in the vicinity. Mahon was torn between rushing and drawing the encounter out. He settled for the latter, hoping no one would interrupt their play.
    He eventually caught a whiff of soap he thought belonged to Chet. Maybe it didn’t. There were still too many odors around for Mahon to know what was what.
    Then he saw Chet by an exit, smirking at him.
    Mahon put on the speed while Chet went out of the building.
    And now the chase was really on.
    Mahon hit the door running. The sunlight blinded him for a moment until his eyes adjusted. He caught the hint of soap, something simple and not chemically scented. It was to his left, so he turned and took off.
    His heels struck the ground hard enough to jar his calves. He saw his prey ahead of him, weaving around trash bins behind the buildings, leaping over obstacles like short fences and rubbish. The little fucker was fast. Mahon would give him that. Fast enough that Mahon wondered if he’d misread all the signals and Chet was really running in fear from him.
    But Chet kept glancing back and smirking, egging him on.
    Mahon pumped his legs harder.
    Chet veered off to the right, leading away from the busier part of town. He went into what looked to be some historical building. Mahon didn’t give a shit what it was. He just wanted the man.
    An older gentleman greeted him inside but other than that, didn’t pay Mahon any attention. The interior could have been on fire for all the Mahon cared. He had that clean soap scent on lock now and zeroed in on a door he’d heard closing when he’d come inside.
    Mahon opened it and heard footsteps on stairs. He caught a glimpse of that very fine ass and was on the man’s heels in no time at all. Mahon hooked an arm around Chet and spun him as soon as they were at the top of the staircase. Before the man could speak and possibly ruin the thrill of the hunt, Mahon slammed him up against the nearest wall.
    And got shoved back with a strength he wouldn’t have suspected the little guy would have. A low, throaty growl came from Chet as Mahon stumbled backward. Those pretty green eyes were narrowed in a way that matched the predatory manner rolling off the man.
    Mahon understood something in that instant. He’d been thinking of himself as the hunter, when it looked very likely that he’d been the prey all along.
    The idea made him shiver before he could stop himself, caused his breath to hitch and goosebumps to pimple his skin. His knees even seemed to want to turn to jelly on him, and his dick was harder than it had ever been.
    Chet didn’t say a word. He gave Mahon another shove that had Mahon backstepping into a room. Chet was right there with him, shutting the door then locking it, never looking away from Mahon.
    This was a new experience for Mahon. He was always the biggest, the baddest, the aggressive one. That Chet didn’t see him as such was humbling, irritating—and more importantly, so arousing Mahon wouldn’t fight it.
    Chet gave the slightest nod then reached behind himself and pulled out his wallet. From that, he removed a condom package.
    Mahon couldn’t help the gulp that escaped him anymore than he could stop his dick from leaking pre-cum. He didn’t bottom—but he was going to today.
    Though not easily.
    Chet placed the condom on a stand and unfastened his belt. Then he took a step forward and placed both hands on Mahon’s chest.
    Mahon grabbed his wrists, not being gentle, either, though he didn’t aim to break Chet. They grappled, and damn it all if Mahon didn’t almost come in his shorts, then Chet growled again and took him down with a kick of one booted foot to the back of Mahon’s ankles.
    Mahon went down like a redwood,