UNBREAKABLE BOND

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And give it to her, Chris did. Hard! That’s how Tracy always wanted it and Chris didn’t disappoint. He held off till Tracy had two explosive orgasms before releasing into the condom. Chris pulled out and rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

“Wow!” Tracy breathed. “What got into you?”

“More like, I got into you,” Chris said, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. “Thought that was how you wanted it.”

“I do but there was…” Tracy trailed off, looking for the right word.

“What?” Chris turned his head to look at the beauty in his bed.

“It was like you were already worked up…like you were already charged. There was some…I don’t know how to describe it.” Tracy gave up.

“Didn’t you like it?” Chris asked with a raised brow.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never come so hard and fast like I just did.” Tracy got on her knees and hugged Chris from behind. “That was amazing. What got you so primed?”

Chris froze at the face that flashed through his mind at Tracy’s question. Fuck! Why the fuck was he seeing Shane’s face. He couldn’t possibly have been that charged because of Shane could he, Chris asked himself with a frown. But Chris knew he’d already been half-hard even before hearing Tracy’s voice or seeing her body on display in his bed. And although Tracy always wanted it hard and fast, it was unlike Chris to just plunge home without foreplay. It had felt like he just wanted to get his rocks off and nothing more. Chris’ hands shook as he stood up and headed for the en suite bathroom.

“Are you okay, hon?” Tracy asked, confused at Chris' demeanor. But she didn’t get any answer.

***

bottle of Courvoisier. Surprisingly, both men supported the same team…Liverpool, so their emotions were matched. They would scream at a player or the referee at the same time, whoop for joy at the same time, and finally, celebrated together when the referee’s whistle went for the end of the game just as the other team was about to score a goal. Liverpool won with two goals to nil and the two men celebrated as though they were the best of friends. They had a good time. Chris

Shane informed Chris on one of his visits. “I just sent Damon a mail. I’m sure he’ll inform you and

“Why?” Chris asked.

Shane explained. “Hopefully everything will be okay

his phone started ringing. “That’s Damon.” He

Shane has

"Okay," Chris responded.

already told

“Yes,” Chris answered simply.

dryly. “Is he

“Yep.”

murmured, and then added when Chris didn’t say anything. “Cat got your tongue?” It was

you.” Chris

was still alive. He sounded unbelievable, scared, and disgusted. “Hell no. I’d rather my husband did that, thank you very much.” By the time Damon finished his sentence, Chris was laughing so hard.

if you don’t have anything sensible to say, asshole,” Chris growled

for the stunt he’d just pulled, Chris thought amused. But what Chris couldn’t understand was why talking to his friend on phone whilst in the presence of Shane had felt so weird. He'd felt like he'd been caught doing something...intimate, which was rather strange because Shane

off the phone because somehow he hadn't wanted Damon to say anything that would offend Shane, though Shane wouldn't have heard it even