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hand. Lifting his hand out of the dishwater, Sean reached for a towel.
    Moby got to it first. “What happened?” he asked, wrapping the towel around Sean’s injured hand.
    “Glass broke,” Sean explained. “That’s okay. I got it.” He tried to pull his hand away, but Moby held on.
    “Just hang on a damn minute,” Moby admonished, lifting the corner of the towel to look at the cut. “You should probably have it checked.”
    Despite the stinging cut, Moby’s touch concerned Sean more than his injured hand. “I’ve got bandages in the first aid kit by the time clock.”
    Moby’s lips thinned into a tight line. “Put pressure right here,” he instructed.
    “I know how the hell to get the bleeding stopped,” Sean snapped. It was the second time in as many weeks that Moby had shown real concern for Sean’s welfare. Sean applied pressure to his hand as Moby went in search of the bandages. His dick was so hard he was surprised he had enough blood left in his hand to even bleed.
    The door swung open and Moby set the white metal kit on the bar. “Maybe we should go into the bathroom,” Sean suggested.
    “Makes sense.” Moby picked up the box and headed towards the men’s restroom.
    It wasn’t until he rounded the end of the bar that Sean realised his desire for Moby would be exposed. “Maybe it would be better to do it here. After all, there’s probably less germs.”
    Moby stopped and turned around. “Make up your mind.”
    Sean slid behind the bar once more. “Here. Here’s good.”
    Moby rejoined Sean and let the bloody water out of the sink.
    “Careful, there are still pieces of glass in there,” Sean warned.
    Moby grinned. “Worried about me?” He picked the large pieces of glass from the sink and tossed them into a nearby trashcan. “We need to run water over the wound before we bandage it.”
    “I know. I’m not stupid,” Sean growled. Sure he was being a dick, but Moby’s tenderness threatened every ounce of his control. How much longer could he fight his attraction?
    Sean pulled off the towel and stuck his hand under the running water. It was easy to see he’d been right about the cut. Stitches weren’t needed but it would be sore for a week or so. He pulled his hand out of the water. “Dry it off. Wrap it up. It’ll be fine.”
    Moby looked at Sean and rolled his eyes. “I don’t know who you’re trying to be tough for, but I can only imagine how much this hurts. So just shut up and let me take care of it.”
    “I can’t help it, you make me nervous,” Sean said without thinking as Moby bandaged his hand.
    A lopsided grin transformed Moby’s handsome face to one of a sultry male on the prowl. Oh fuck. Sean tried to pull his hand away, but Moby was too quick.
    Moby took a step forward, pressing himself against Sean. He reached between them and palmed the front of Sean’s jeans. “I’m having the same problem.”
    Sean tried to turn his head away when Moby’s lips skimmed over his cheek towards his mouth. He closed his eyes when Moby latched onto his bottom lip and sucked. Sean’s need took over. He reached out and grabbed the back of Moby’s head and devoured his mouth.
    With a groan of acceptance, Moby opened to Sean’s thrusting tongue. Each tooth and every ridge was explored in detail. The press of Moby’s body fully against Sean’s pushed his need into overdrive.
    Suddenly Sean couldn’t get close enough. “Skin,” he ground out, pulling at Moby’s T-shirt. For the first time in his life, Sean’s desire became feral. His boy wanted one thing, to be buried balls-deep within Moby’s warmth, branding him. Despite his injury, Sean used both hands to strip Moby of his shirt.
    Sean wasn’t alone in his enthusiasm. Moby’s hands shook as he opened Sean’s jeans and tried to push them down. “Oh God,” Moby groaned when Sean’s cock sprang free. “Need to taste you,” he said, sinking to his knees.
    As much as Sean enjoyed a good blowjob, he wanted more.