![]() ![]() They had the house to themselves it was Saturday and Dad was out to lunch with the Chief of Police Rodney Caplan and Officer Rookie to talk shop. However, a conundrum now presented itself: stop while they still could, or keep on going into the strange, unknown land of Putting Hands Under Clothes for a Nice Time. Nick thought they’d gotten this making-out thing down pat. Seth’s cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen since Nick had been attacking them for the last twenty minutes. His sweater was rucked-up, revealing a sliver of pale skin. ![]() Seth’s glasses were crooked, his bow tie partially undone, his dark hair a mess of curls. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he shifted above Seth, who was lying on Nick’s bed. Hearing his name come from Seth’s mouth in that way was apparently enough to fry all the remaining circuits in Nicholas Bell’s brain. Granted, he’d also never been more turned-on, and he couldn’t quite focus because all the blood had left his brain and traveled south, but still. “Nicky, yes,” Seth Gray groaned, and Nick had never been prouder of himself in his entire life. ![]()
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