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Walking into the kitchen, he saw low flames and smoke billowing
out of the frying pan on the stove. As he rounded the corner, he saw
Russell with a glass of water in his hand, getting ready to throw it
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onto the pan. He made it over to him in about two steps and pushed
him hard on his chest back against the counter.
 No, damn it! Are you crazy? You never throw water on a grease
fire!
He grabbed a cookie tin lying beside the stove and slid it over the
top of the pan to smother the flames, then pushed the pan to the back
eye before he turned to face Russell. He was standing near the sink,
holding a hand to his chest, his face pale. Sloane stepped closer to him
and pulled his hand down to look at it. He had a vivid burn mark on
his wrist.
 Damn, Russell! He turned him around to the sink and turned on
the cold water, then shoved Russell s hand under the spigot.
Flinching, Russell tried to pull his hand away, but Sloane gripped his
elbow and made him keep it under the water. As he leaned against
him, he could feel his body trembling.  Stand still. Sloane ran his
free hand through his hair, visualizing what might have happened if
he hadn t come in the kitchen when he did. He remembered a training
film he d seen a few years ago. Just one cup of water on a grease fire
made the room practically explode in scalding steam and flames.
Sloane found he was shaking with fear at the image in his mind.
 Don t you know you could have been hurt or even killed? People
die from doing that, Russell! Jesus Christ, you need a keeper!
He pulled him away from the sink and over to the kitchen table.
Pushing him down in a chair, he pulled his wrist over to take a better
look. Though it was an angry red, and probably painful, it wasn t as
bad as he d first thought.
 Stay here. Don t move. Sloane went to the bathroom and came
back with a wet washcloth and some aloe vera. He laid the cloth over
the burn and looked up into Russell s eyes.  Leave the cloth on it for
a little while, and then we ll put the aloe on it. Does it hurt?
Russell bit his lip and nodded.  A little. I m sorry.
 Sorry for what, honey? The water? I know you didn t know what
it would do if it hit that hot grease.
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 No, I m sorry about the bacon. I didn t do it on purpose, Sloane,
I really didn t. I put it on high, and then I went to make the toast. He
hung his head.  I forgot about the bacon. I know you probably think I
messed up on purpose so I could get out of doing it, but I& 
 Fuck the bacon, baby. Don t worry about it. I didn t think you
did it on purpose.
A look of relief came over his face.  Oh, good. I didn t want you
to think& I am trying, really.
 It s okay. And I m sorry I pushed you so hard, but I had to stop
you. He looked into Russell s pretty blue eyes.  Did I hurt you,
sweetheart?
 No, not really. Sloane pulled up his T-shirt and saw a red mark
in the middle of his chest. Sloane leaned over and brushed his lips
against the mark. Russell shivered and moaned. Sloane looked up at
him and smiled sweetly.
He kissed the spot again then trailed his tongue over to Russell s
nipple. He teased it with his tongue and his teeth for a long moment,
looking up at his face from under his lashes, and then moved over to
the other nipple. Russell s breath was coming in short gasps. He
grabbed Sloane s arm, his fingers biting into his flesh.  Oh, oh God,
Sloane.
 Feel good, babe? Sloane whispered against his chest.
Russell stumbled to his feet.  I I should go and clean this all up.
He waved his hand at the kitchen.
 Okay, Sloane said quietly, leaning back in his chair.
Russell stood still, biting his lip and looking down at his feet, but
not moving. He began to sway a bit. Sloane stood up and took him in
his arms. Russell came into them willingly, putting his hands around
Sloane s waist and his head on his shoulder. Sloane could feel his
heart beating wildly in his chest.
Sloane pulled his face up so that he was looking directly at him.
He kissed his sweet lips, holding the back of his head, so he couldn t
move away.
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When Russell sighed against his lips, he began to walk him slowly
backward into his bedroom.  I want to make love to you, sweetheart.
Russell nodded as if he were in a daze, still holding the kiss and
making that little whimpering sound that drove Sloane crazy.  Is that
okay with you?
Russell nodded and whimpered again as Sloane nibbled on his
lips. He was breathing so rapidly Sloane looked down at him.  Are
you okay, hon?
Russell swallowed and gripped Sloane harder, looking terrified.
 What is it, baby? Don t you want this?
Russell threw his arms around his neck again, nodding into his
shoulder.  Yes, I I want it.
 Then are you in pain? Is it your burn?
 N No. Russell put his hands over his face.
 God, honey, tell me what s wrong. Sloane pulled away to look
at him, but Russell pulled him back.
 Don t stop!
 I m not stopping, baby, but you have to tell me what s wrong. I
just want this to be good for you. Sloane began to kiss him again,
and moved his hands across the smooth, hairless skin on his chest.
Russell lowered his hands and regarded Sloane as he moved his
fingers along his chest, barely skimming and causing little goose
bumps to rise. Sloane watched Russell s beautiful face, listening to
the little catch in his throat whenever he moved lower and touched his
cock or his balls through his pants.
Sloane began to undress him, pulling his T-shirt over his head,
pushing his pants down over his hips. When he had him naked, he
pushed him gently down on the bed and smiled at him while he
slowly took off his own boxers. Russell watched him like he d never
seen a man get naked before. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he
watched his every move. It was strangely erotic, and made Sloane
even harder than he thought possible.
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He sat down beside Russell on the bed, and gently continued
stroking his chest. Moving slowly, he began to kiss and lick his skin
as he traveled downward. Russell was moving around so much he had
to put both hands on his hips to hold him still. He nipped at his navel,
and when he cried out, he smiled and lowered his head to his stomach.
His beautiful cock had made a little wet spot there, and Russell cried
out as Sloane licked it off.
 Oh, God, Sloane!
Sloane laughed, cocking his head and looking at him strangely.
He wasn t acting as experienced and worldly as he thought he would.
Sloane continued his downward journey, landing squarely on
Russell s cock, licking the head and sucking it into his mouth like it
was a delicious ice-cream cone. Russell made an incoherent sound
and tried to buck his hips toward him. Sloane tightened his grip and
teased him gently.  Easy, baby. Not yet. Just lay back and relax.
Russell moaned and arched up, hands digging into Sloane s back.
Sloane continued his movements up and down his dick, paying most
of his attention to the sensitive head, while Russell fell apart beneath
him.
Sloane moved to stretch his naked body over Russell s. He lined
his dick up with Russell s and slid them together, using his hips to set
up a rhythm. A noise came from Russell that he d never heard before
and made him even more excited. Sloane kissed him, nudging his
mouth open wide and shoving his tongue inside to stroke Russell s.
He took one of Russell s legs and moved it up toward his stomach,
and Russell drew in his breath sharply. Sloane didn t pay much
attention as he was trying to get to the lube in the drawer by his bed.
He put some on his finger and rubbed it gently across Russell s rim.
Russell made a little gulping noise and tried to sit up.
 What is it? Did I hurt you? Want me to stop?
Russell grabbed him and pulled him closer.  No! God, don t stop,
Sloane. It just startled me. I I m okay.
 Yeah? You re sure?
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