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staring at him, waiting for his answer. Then again, with his luck, the perp would want to know just what
he planned to do with all that lube. Face flaming, he said, Yeah. Uh, if you don t mind, I m kind of in a
hurry here.
The minute he said it, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. The pharmacist and his dad exchanged
grins. Dean said, I imagine you are, son, from the looks of it.
Brandon didn t say a word when the pharmacist added, If you plan on using all that tonight, Sheriff, you
might want to pick up some liniment and a bottle of ibuprofen. You and Doc will need it for all those sore
muscles.
Carl snickered and rang up his purchase. He paid and was about to say good-bye to his dad when Carl,
in all seriousness, said, Hey, Sheriff? You might want to pick up some condoms, too. My sex-ed
teacher says when you sleep with someone, you re really sleeping with every person that person has slept
with. Can t be too careful.
Brandon gritted his teeth. Thanks, Carl, but that won t be necessary.
The pharmacist and Dean were all but rolling on the floor in near hysteria. Finally Dean settled down
enough to say, Cheer up, son. At least Nate won t ever send you to the store in the middle of the night
to buy him a box of tampons.
* * *
Nate heard the door open and the sound of the alarm being reactivated. Brandon came in carrying
several bags of Chinese food. He greeted Nate with a smile.
I thought you might be hungry. I hope Chinese is ok. It always amazes me that Reed has two full service
Chinese restaurants, but you have to go thirty miles before you reach the nearest hospital. He gave Nate
a quick once over. Have a good bath?
Yeah, but I had a hard time wrapping my arm. I ll be glad to get rid of this damn cast. How was your
trip to the store?
Humiliating, but we ll talk about that later. Why don t you set out the food while I grab a quick
shower?
Nate nodded and got out plates and utensils, including forks. He might be handy with a stethoscope and
scalpel, but he was hopeless with a pair of chopsticks. Add to that the fact that he was still learning to use
his left hand after twenty-eight years as a right-hander, and there was no way he was even going to
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attempt it. Brandon came back while Nate was transferring the food from cartons to platters, saw the
forks, and laughed.
I have some chopsticks stashed in the silverware drawer. Didn t you see them?
We ve had this conversation before, Nash. You know how I feel about eating with twigs. Besides, he
nodded towards the cast, I m temporarily disadvantaged.
Says the man who doesn t know how to use chopsticks when he s working with his good hand. He
grabbed up a plate and started dishing large helpings of everything onto it.
All the food will mix together like that.
Brandon slanted his brow. It s Chinese food, Nate. It s already all mixed together. He grabbed a pair
of chopsticks from the drawer, picked up the plate, and headed for the stairs. Tuck that bottle of wine
from the fridge under your arm and grab a couple of glasses, please.
What about my fork?
Trust me. You won t need it.
* * *
Brandon held another bite of ginger chicken up to Nate s mouth. Sure you don t want any more?
Nate groaned. No more. I think I ve consumed at least half a chicken as it is.
Brandon looked at Nate s trim body clad only in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. They were sitting cross
legged on the bed, facing each other. You could use a little fattening up.
Nate smiled and took a sip of his wine. Trying to change me already?
Brandon set the plate on the bedside table. You know better. He leaned in for a kiss. My mother
always says, Don t mess with perfection.
Nate put down his glass. I wish I was perfect. Maybe then I wouldn t be so damn scared of messing
this up.
Brandon pulled him down on the bed beside him. His voice came out raw, husky. Do you love me?
Nate swallowed hard. More than I ever thought possible.
Then it will be fine. You know, if you aren t ready for this, we can Nate tackled him and started
kissing the breath out of him before he finished his sentence. Brandon chuckled. Okay, so you re
ready.
Nate shivered as Brandon tugged his ear with his teeth. God, yes. I want you so bad I m about to
burst.
Not yet, baby. This first time I want us to come together. He tugged Nate s shirt over his head and
threw it on the floor.
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Show me what to do, Bran. He inhaled sharply as Brandon s mouth found one of his sensitive nipples.
His boxers were soaked within seconds.
I d say you re doing just fine. Brandon kissed his way down to the waistband of Nate s boxers, then
kissed his way back up to torture the other nipple. Nate moaned when Brandon took off his shirt and
rubbed bare chest against bare chest. He lay full-length on top of Nate, the only thing separating them the
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