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“Checking in, man,” Sawyer says, breaking the three-hour silence between him and Huck as they enter Huck's kitchen.

They have been at Huck’s apartment for a while and Huck hasn’t spoken.

Huck doesn’t say a word, he just hugs Sawyer. Sawyer feeling fatherly, hugs him back. Well, that is until he feels small kisses on his neck.

“Huck?” Sawyer asks.

“Shut up,” Huck says, locking their lips.

Sawyer kisses him back with force and passion. Huck reaches between them and unbuttons Sawyers jeans. Sawyer mirrors him and does to same.

“Lube?” Sawyer asks.

“Bedroom,” Huck answers.

It’s hot, messy and satisfying for both of them. Neither one wants to stop kissing the other as they explore how they want to relieve the tension between them.

As the sun goes down, Huck falls forward onto Sawyers back in almost exhaustion.

Sawyer lets out a moan as Huck strokes him to finish.

They both lay back on the bed, filled with evidence of their afternoon’s pursuits.

“We need showers and to change these sheets,”