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?I?m sorry.??Don?t be.??I should?ve???Did you hear me??Carson looked up at Mr. Armisen, propped up in the hospital bed of the emergency room. After four hours, two X-rays, and sixteen stitches, he still looked pretty banged up. It could?ve been sexy, looking like he had survived a bar fight. But Carson couldn?t look him in the eye. He just felt a pang of guilt when he saw his beautiful face, scratched and bruised.Carson looked down. ?So? am I, like? fired??For the first time in hours, Armisen?s face broke into a smile. ?I didn?t realize I hired you.??Didn?t you, though?? said Carson. ?I mean, you gave me the money and invited me here???That was a gift,? said Armisen. ?It wasn?t a transaction, it was an open invitation???Why???I wanted to see you again,? Sarıyer escort bayan he said simply.Carson looked around the hospital room. A spark of anger started to flicker inside him.?Clarissa saw you coming back to the hotel every night*last week,? Carson said. ?You could have any chick you wanted--??That?s not true??*His humility was even more infuriating than his cockiness.*?Fine, any woman who wanted you. But that?s still like ninety percent of them. I sucked your dick one time and ended up knocking*you off a cliff. Why did you bring me here--??*?Because I like you.?*Carson?s voice broke off, disarmed by the tenderness in Mr. Armisen?s words, a tone he was unfamiliar with. Velvety and sincere--fatherly.*?Well, Silivri escort I?m sorry I ruined our night,? said Carson quietly,*putting his hand on Mr. Armisen?s thigh and*rubbing gently.*?It?s only eight o?clock,? said Armisen, glancing at his watch.*?Maybe I can make it up to you," Carson said.*He glanced out the door. The hallway was empty.Keeping his hand on Armisen?s leg, Carson slowly edged north towards his groin, looking over at him for a reaction. The man looked down as Carson?s hand crept*further, sliding into his lap. He closed his eyes and let out a slow, rattling breath. Carson felt his cock inflate under his touch, hot and solid. Carson squeezed. It swelled up in his hand until it broke Escort Topkapı through his grip.*Without a word, Carson?s hand wandered under Armisen?s pants, wrapping around his sweaty staff. He skimmed his glans with his thumb, feeling the warm wetness leaking out. Carson started to stroke him, slowly, wringing him out like a rag.*Armisen sucked in through his teeth, hissing as if his touch burned.?I can?t get cum on this bed,? he protested.*?Then try not to come,? said Carson, squeezing tighter.He rolled his soft foreskin in between his fingers, feeling the veins of his cock swell under his touch, pumping his member fuller and fuller until it stretched against his pants.Armisen rolled his head back onto his shoulders. "Oh, God." He gripped the bedsheets*taut in his fists.Carson leaned over and traced his tongue along the man's torso, into his*armpit, towards his chest. He sank his teeth where Mr. Armisen's nipples poked through and licked him over his polo.Armisen squirmed as if in agony, but he grunted with pleasure, relishing*every touch.