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turning him this way and that, Matthew realized the damage was
healed. His own body felt like a well-used punching bag, but he was
happy to take the pain from Danny. Unable to contain his joy, he
kissed Danny again and again until Danny opened his eyes.
As warm and welcoming as fresh brownies, Danny s eyes
fluttered, and he peered up.
 Matthew?
 You re okay. I m here.
 Were we a bear?
 Yeah. Matthew laughed.  And now we re naked. Matthew
looked around.  Where the hell are our clothes?
 You lost them in the shift. Dylan brushed little bits of lint off
himself.  Your clothing basically exploded when you changed. But
don t worry, I ll get you something.
Danny pointed to one of the bins.  Extra shirts and sweatpants in
there. Keys are in the cab.
 Sheesh, Dylan teased.  You really are super organized.
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 Oh, shit, the coach!
Guys poured into the truck, surrounding Matthew and Danny so
they could gain their feet and try to hide behind one of the bins.
Ryan ripped off his sweatshirt and tossed it to Danny.  Here, at
least this will cover you up a bit.
Anthony gave his to Matthew, but he couldn t get it on in time.
Still, Matthew used the shirt to cover up his junk.
After a bit of a scuffle, the coach penetrated the circle of guys. He
gave Danny and Matthew one quick look, shook his head, and
stomped his way down the ramp. It didn t take a rocket scientist to
realize they were in deep shit.
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Chapter 13
 He can t kick you off the team! Matthew paced the small space
in their living room, his bare feet silent across the chocolate-brown
shag carpeting that was straight out of the seventies.
 He can, and he did. Danny was on the couch that was from the
same era, still recovering from the beating he d suffered. If not for
Dylan merging his soul with Matthew s, and then forcing them to
shift, Danny would be dead. And Matthew would be a basket case.
Not that he wasn t almost one now, but at least he wasn t
brokenhearted. Basically, Matthew was one big, pissed off dude.
Danny would never tell him, but when Matthew got angry, he was
stunning. As he paced in the nude, all his muscles bulged, and his skin
glowed with pumping blood. His cock, large even when flaccid, grew
with each step. Drops of water from their recent shower fell from his
hair and decorated his shoulders like gems.
 Why didn t he kick me off, huh? If you violated the honor code,
then so did I. It s not like you were naked in the truck with me but
having sex by yourself.
 Now there s an image. Danny pictured a naked Matthew
watching him masturbate. Despite his still-sore body, his dick rose to
attention, showing clearly through his tighty-whities.
Matthew noticed and grinned.  Don t distract me.
 Right. Danny plopped one of the avocado-green throw pillows
on his lap.  Out of sight, out of mind.
Dropping to his knees, Matthew pulled Danny s hands into his.
 Why aren t you more pissed off about this?
 Because there isn t anything I can do to change Coach Miller s
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mind. He has the right to kick anyone off the team for a violation, and
you know it. Danny was hurt by the coach s actions, and he would
miss taking care of his guys, but he also knew the rules.  I m just
damned lucky I didn t get kicked out of school altogether.
 You ll lose your scholarship.
 I know. Danny grimaced.  I ll figure something out. It s not
like I m destitute. I can take out loans, and I have the money from
tutoring.
 Coach didn t even ask what was going on. It s almost like he was
looking for a reason to toss you off the team.
 Ah, yes, it s all a vast conspiracy. Danny twirled an imaginary
mustache.
 Don t make fun of me. And why aren t you more upset about
this?
With a shrug and a sigh, Danny said,  How would me getting
angry help?
 I don t know. But the coach should have asked.
 For fun, let s say he had asked. How do you think that would
have gone? I mean, picture his face as we explain that a group of five
guys beat the life out of me, Dylan merged our souls through some
kissing thing, you and I shifted into a bear, which blew our clothes to
shreds, and 
 Enough! Matthew lifted his hands in surrender.  He d not only
kick us all off the team, he probably would have driven us to the
nearest loony bin.
 Yep.
 You know, it s your calm, cool, and collected reasoning that
makes you so damn cute. Matthew tossed the pillow aside, revealing
Danny s still-hard dick.
 What ever will you do with me?
 I ll think of something. Matthew eased Danny s briefs down
and off.  You re the math whiz. Tell me what my mouth, plus your
bare body, times total privacy equals.
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Danny crossed his fingers.  I m hoping for a blow job, but I could
be wrong.
Grinning, Matthew lowered his head.  I think you re right.
As he drew Danny s cock into his mouth, Matthew eased his
hands under his ass, cupping his buttocks. After uncrossing his
fingers, Danny teased his hands through Matthew s spiky hair.
 Ah, yeah, Danny moaned.  Now that s putting your mouth to
good use.
Matthew growled low in the back of his throat as he looked up
into Danny s eyes.
Danny growled back.
Popping his mouth off his prick, Matthew yanked Danny s ass
down to the edge of the couch.  I ll show you a good use for my
mouth. He lifted and parted Danny s legs, angling him back so his
ass was exposed. Spitting against his puckered flesh, Matthew
proceeded to tongue fuck him into oblivion. Once he had him good
and ready, he rose up and slid his cock balls-deep.
Simultaneously, they moaned.
 Every time. Each and every time I fill you, it feels as good as it
did the first time. Matthew pressed Danny down into the couch,
kissing him soundly.
 I think the soul-binding thing has something to do with that.
Matthew nodded as he built his rhythm.
Danny wrapped his arms around him, hugging him fiercely, but a
sudden thought made him chuckle.
 What?
 We finally have our own place, with a bed, and we still screw
everywhere but there.
 I m not going to stop to take you in there.
 I don t want you to.
Matthew held Danny pressed down into the couch and rode him
good and hard. As soon as Matthew lost control, Danny did, too. For
a long time after, they didn t move. They just stayed nestled together
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on the couch. They might have stayed there all day but for a knock on
the door.
 Who the fuck? Matthew snarled.
 You and your potty mouth.
 Yeah, well, you and your potty mind. Reluctantly, Matthew got
up, grabbed his robe off the back of the bathroom door, and tossed the
other one to Danny. Once they were suitably covered, Matthew
opened the door.
 Dylan. What s up?
 Can I come in? Low and respectful, Dylan s voice was
surprisingly melodic.
 Yeah. Matthew stood back and let Dylan enter.
Danny snagged his briefs with his foot and tucked them under the
couch.
Wrapped up in a thick jacket, Dylan nodded to Danny as he
stepped inside.  There are some things that you d probably like to
know.
 Well, yeah, but we re really not dressed. Matthew tightened the
tie of his robe.
Dylan s cloudy-gray eyes darted between Matthew and Danny.
 Did I interrupt?
 Not at all. Here, let me get your coat. Danny wanted him to feel
welcome.  After what you did, you can come over any time you
want.
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