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double take. Hey!
Next thing Lal knew, the waiter started chasing after him. He ran, streaking across the
floor and jumping up onto the dessert table, to see if he could spot another way to escape.
Catch that cat! the waiter yelled.
Another server working the seafood table whipped around and spotted what was going
on. He made a lunge for Lal, but ended up being too slow. He got an armful of chocolate
pudding instead, and Lal took off. With two guys hot on his tail, Lal made a sharp turn past
the bar and cut around the dance floor -- where Marty and James were still dancing,
oblivious to everything but each other -- to head straight for the bathrooms. The door to the
men s room swung in to let out a passenger just as Lal reached the entryway, and he ducked
right between the guy s legs. The restroom s lounge area was empty, thankfully, and Lal
shifted Natures and was back in his human form by the time the two workers burst through
the doors. They stumbled as soon as they caught sight of Lal, and the server with the
pudding-stained sleeves had a really hard time looking away from Lal s cock.
The distraction worked to Lal s advantage. While the two guys stared at him, he
reached out and snatched the apron off of the nearest waiter. Thanks, he said, wrapping the
black cloth around his waist. There was just enough material to cover his front and backside
nicely.
Did you see a cat come in here? the pudding man asked, his gaze still locked on the
general area of Lal s groin.
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Yes, he ran back in there a couple of seconds ago. Lal pointed behind him toward the
adjoining room with the toilets.
Thanks. The guy started off. He had to drag his companion along behind him, and
pudding man protested.
Wait, I wanted to get his number.
Lal rolled his eyes and laughed. At least the two men had been too distracted to ask
what Lal had been doing in the room naked. He slipped out and retraced his steps as fast as
possible. Unfortunately, he attracted more attention from fellow passengers than he wanted.
Aside from the stares and a cat whistle from one particularly appreciative young woman
with a margarita in hand, two guys actually stopped him to slip napkins with their contact
info into the apron s pockets. Lal rushed through the casino and retrieved his discarded
clothing before anyone else could slow him down. He hurried on out and caught the first
elevator down to the room. Since most of the passengers were up in the entertainment levels,
the hallway was empty and Lal made his way back to the suite without interruption.
Adrian was already inside, and he must have been even tipsier than Lal thought. One
of his shoes was caught in the doorway, keeping the door ajar, and when Lal slipped inside,
he found a trail of Adrian s clothes leading to their bedroom.
Adrian was stretched out facedown on the bed, sleeping deeply. Affection for the
gentle, kindhearted man welled up inside of Lal, and he tossed his clothing and the apron to
the floor so he could climb into the warm bed beside Adrian. He kissed Adrian on the back
of the neck, drawing a contended murmur from his lover.
I love you, Lal whispered. Tomorrow morning, he was going to make sure Adrian
knew just how much.
Lal wrapped himself around Adrian s warm, half-naked body and drifted off to sleep.
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Chapter Seven
In the morning, Adrian woke up to a loud, rhythmic pounding in his ear. For a few
dazed moments, he thought last night s champagne must have left him with one hell of a
hangover. Gradually, as he became more awake, he noticed he didn t actually have a
headache, but the banging persisted. Yawning, he sat up.
Adrian glanced around, looking for Lal. There was no sign of his lover in the room, but
his pants were covered in cat hairs. That was a good sign. Lal must have felt better, enough to
come out of hiding and spend some part of the night cuddling with Adrian.
Rubbing his eyes, Adrian rolled out of bed and shuffled through the common room.
The thumping was louder there, along with other intimate grunts and noises that only two
very aroused men could make. Adrian blushed. The commotion was coming from James and
Marty s bedroom.
Hey, guys? He knocked on their door. Try to keep it down, okay?
The banging stopped and Adrian heard muffled sounds and a few giggles. Marty
appeared at the door, panting and covered in sweat. He held a pillow over his front, and
Adrian had seen Marty naked enough times to know his friend really did need every inch of
covering to hide his erection. Merry Christmas. He flashed Adrian a crooked grin.
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Over Marty s shoulder, Adrian caught a glimpse of James stretched out on the bed, also
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