Sinful Saturday...

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Hmm, something for a Saturday night. If you've read Larger than Lifesize, then you know what our boys need more than anything right now. Here's a little springboard to get you started...

"Whoa, wait a minute." Brendan put the last plate in the dishwasher and turned to Vince. "What do you mean you sent her flowers?" He dried his hands and tossed the towel on the counter.

"Roses, yellow," Vince said, snaking his arms around Brendan's waist. "I thought it was a nice thing to do. After all, she—"

"It's not that, it's just… where did you have them delivered?"

Vince looked puzzled. "I thought it would be nice to send them to the office, why?"

"No… nothing, I just… well, I sent her roses too." A big smile started to spread across Brendan's face.

"What's that look?"

He worked his hands underneath Vince's tee shirt. Vince felt good, warm, and as he slid his hands higher, Brendan leaned in for a kiss. "I had mine sent to her apartment. Home, work, that ought to give Welles something to think about... arrogant bastard. He's such an ass."

Vincent cocked an eyebrow. "Freya and Welles?"

Brendan rolled his eyes and went back for another kiss, a kiss that went from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. He loved that, and he loved the way Vince was instantly hot and ready, lips chasing his as he drew back. "You know what we need?" Brendan asked, a little breathless. "Make up sex." Vince didn't seem to be listening. He'd moved on to Brendan's neck, to that spot that made Brendan shudder every time and when Vince moved his hips just right, a white-hot bolt to the groin made it a double-whammy. "Oh god," Brendan breathed, "lots of it, like really… a lot."

Vince hummed, pulled back and smiled. "Best idea you've had all day."

"Remember what we did our first night together?" Brendan could barely keep it together just thinking about it.

Vincent's eyes turned dark; his whole face changed. His nod hardly registered as he pulled Brendan away from the counter. "Bedroom… now."