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“Damn it, Dev.” Casey winced and shifted from foot to foot. “Now you’ve put that picture in my head, and these shorts are way too tight to accommodate a hard-on.”
“I don’t know.” Dev glanced down at Casey’s groin, which sported a substantial bulge behind his fly. “I’d say they’re accommodating it very nicely indeed.”
At the sight, Dev’s cock naturally responded in kind. Do we really need to eat? But then he remembered: This is a date. A real date. And Casey deserved to have somebody care for him, not take the first opportunity to grope him.
He nodded at the spot under the biggest maple, in the shade, but with a clear view of the sunlit rocks and the water glinting below. “We’ll set up over there for our picnic.”
“You, Dev Harrison, are a cruel and unusual man.”
Dev winked again. “You’ll eat those words once you taste Sylvia’s spanakopita.” He leaned closer and murmured in Casey’s ear. “And once you find out what I’ve got in mind for dessert.”
Casey grabbed Dev’s elbow. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”
Throughout the meal, Dev somehow kept from pouncing on Casey. Instead, he restricted himself to random touches and brushes of skin—no more than hand to hand, hand to knee, and once, as they were getting the insect netting hung from an overhead branch, hand to cheek when he’d brushed a mosquito away before it could land on Casey’s face.
“That food was… wow.” Casey lay back on the blanket and peered up at the leaves through the screen of white netting.
“Another strawberry?” Dev swiped the berry through Kat’s chocolate sauce and dipped it in whipped cream. Then he rolled to his side, braced on one elbow, and dangled the fruit over Casey’s mouth by its stem. “Come on. You know you want to.”
Casey gave him a mock scowl. “We really need to discuss this compulsion you have about tempting me with fruit.” He bit into the berry with his strong white teeth, a drop of juice escaping to glisten on his lower lip. “Mmmm.”
“Just a minute. You’ve got a…” Dev leaned down, keeping his gaze fixed on Casey’s, and darted his tongue out to capture the drop. “Mmmm is right.”
“Dev.”
The way Casey said his name, throaty and edged with need, snapped Dev’s self control. Fuck strawberries. Fuck chocolate. Fuck whipped cream. He dove down and devoured Casey’s mouth, the most delectable treat of all.
Casey met the onslaught, wrapping his arms around Dev’s neck and pulling himself up to plaster their chests together, welcoming Dev’s tongue with a stroke and slide of his own, his moan sending a spike straight down Dev’s spine to land in his balls. The semi Dev had been sporting through the whole fucking meal sprang to full extension so fast he was dizzy.
Although maybe the dizziness was all because of Casey.
Casey pulled out of the kiss with a gasp. “Will we get arrested for public indecency if you fuck me here?” He nibbled delicately on Dev’s collarbone. “Because I really want to get on my hands and knees for you right now.”
Dev groaned, his dick throbbing. “Christ, Casey.” He buried his face in Casey’s neck and inhaled. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Why not?” Casey nipped his way up Dev’s throat, but before he reached Dev’s mouth, he stopped and pulled back. “Oh. I forgot. It would probably be pretty embarrassing for the town manager to get caught dick deep in some guy in public, huh?”
Dev cradled Casey’s cheek in one palm. “For one thing, if I get ousted from office, I won’t cry a single tear. But you’re not just some guy. You’re important. You matter. And I would never expose you to that kind of embarrassment.”
“I don’t mind a little… exposure.” Casey let go of Dev’s neck and grabbed the hem of his Tooth of Crime T-shirt, stripping it off and tossing it aside to land on top of the picnic basket. “Now you.”
Dev frowned down at him. “Are you sure?”
“Exactly how much traffic does this spot get?”
“Not much, to be honest, especially not at this time of day.”
“Then do it.” Casey snapped his fingers. “Come on. I’ve been dreaming about your naked chest since I saw it that first time.”
Dev grinned. “Really? Is dreaming all that you do?”
“If you’re asking whether I wank off at the memory, I plead the Fifth.”
“That’s good enough for me.” Dev reached behind his head to grab the neck of his T-shirt and yanked, sending it after Casey’s once he’d freed his arms.
“Oh,” Casey breathed, his hands hovering over Dev’s pecs. “May I?”
“If you don’t, I might spontaneously combust.”
