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  Wade reopened his eyes, gazed at Heath, and demanded, “Fuck me, Heath. Fuck me hard.”

  “With pleasure, big guy,” he moaned.

  Then Heath grabbed his hips, pulled him up and down, and thrust inside him so deeply his toes curled, his cock brushing that magical spot inside of him. Wade’s balls pulled up tightly, and he needed to come so badly he could see stars behind his tightly scrunched eyelids.

  “Stroke yourself, Wade.”

  Wade had barely wrapped his hand around his cock when he started shooting white ropes of his hot cum all over Heath’s stomach and chest. Wade felt Heath’s body tense, but he kept fucking up into him relentlessly until he clutched Wade’s hips, stilled himself, and shot his own load into the condom. Wade looked over his shoulder and watched as Heath’s heels dug into the mattress, and his entire body quaked with his orgasm.

  Heath’s fingertips eased up on the hold they had on him, so Wade collapsed against Heath and brought his mouth in for a kiss that quickly turned heated.

  Wade hummed into his mouth, completely sated and relaxed. His softening, overly sensitive cock brushed against their stomachs, and he whimpered a little.

  Heath pulled back and asked if he was okay.

  “Yeah, I’m good. Better than good. That was incredible.”

  “Yeah, it was,” he smiled.

  Wade gnawed at his lip. “I know I’m not—”

  “Wade,” Heath smiled a knowing grin and skimmed his hands across Wade’s hips. “You were perfect. You have no idea how perfect.” When Wade felt Heath’s cock twitch while still buried inside of him, he took that as a resounding seal of approval, despite his inexperience.

  He started to shift himself off of Heath, knowing he was heavy and had to be crushing him, but Heath told him to wait and reached between them to grasp the condom before he could move. “You’ll want to move slowly now. Trust me.”

  Wade did and he immediately felt the reason behind the warning. Goosebumps made quick work of his flesh as his ass contracted like it was missing something. It wasn’t an entirely painful sensation, more odd.

  He lowered himself down next to Heath, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling while Heath went to dispose of the condom. Then Heath was back with a warm washcloth, asking him to raise his legs. Heath ran the cloth between the cheeks of his ass, quickly but gently. Then he folded it, and wiped his own stomach down.

  Once they were both clean, Heath joined him back in bed. Like the night before, Heath rested his head on Wade’s chest while they talked. For a while, neither of them mentioned tomorrow or the future, even though their every word was tinged with sadness.

  Heath was complaining about his assigned roommate situation for his internship with the Times when Wade found himself saying, “You know my house is a twenty minute bus ride to Midtown?”

  Heath hesitated. “Well, that’s good to know.”

  “I mean, I have plenty of room. You could stay with me.”

  Releasing a deep sigh, Heath sat up and gawked at him. “What as, like, your fuck buddy?”

  Wade just stared at him. He didn’t have to say a word.

  “I know that’s not what you meant.”

  “And I know you said that to try to push me away. You’re my friend, and I’d love to have you. That’s all we can be for now, though.”

  Heath turned on his side, killed the light, and snuggled down into the covers as he brought Wade’s arm around him.

  “If you think I could sleep in the same house as you every night without attacking you, you’re out of your damn mind.”

  “Just think about it. You wouldn’t even have to pay rent.” Heath scoffed. “No, hear me out. Do you have any idea how much I’ll be on the road? I’d love for someone I trust to be there.”

  Heath looked over his shoulder, assessed Wade, and then kissed him fiercely. “I’ll think about. Sleepy,” he mumbled.

  “Night, Heath.”

  “Night.”

  Wade nuzzled against Heath’s neck for a moment, wondering what on earth possessed him to ask Heath to move in with him. Heath was right—there was no way they’d be able to live together and keep it platonic. Heck, they’d only been in this room for four hours before they’d attacked each other, extended their stay, and proceeded to hump like bunnies.

  “Stop thinking, Wade. Go to sleep.”

  Wade grinned against Heath’s neck, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

  ***

  Heath woke up for the second night in a row having only had three hours of sleep. Apparently that was all he required to feel compelled to pour out his feelings. He sat up in the bed and looked down at the peaceful, gentle man sleeping beside him. He scrubbed his hands over his face, and then pulled the sheets down to expose Wade’s beautiful body.

  Sliding down the mattress, Heath brought his face to Wade’s stomach and kissed him soundly. Wade stirred both up above and down below, and Heath wasted no time in sucking his cockhead into his mouth.

  “Ungh,” Wade cried hoarsely. “Heath.”

  Heath tongued the slit while his hand came up to wrap around the base of Wade’s shaft. He circled his tongue around the head, slurped at it when it drizzled precum. Made love to Wade’s beautiful dick with his mouth. Heath wanted all he felt to overwhelm and consume Wade, just like his desire—his need—for everything Wade had engulfed him.

  Heath pulled his hand away and jacked his own hard length as he opened wide and swallowed Wade down to the root. Wade’s hands came up from his shoulders, fisting in his hair, while he ground himself against Heath’s face. When Wade tried to pull back, Heath chased him. He seemed to get the meaning because suddenly the crown of Wade’s dick was brushing against the back of his throat.

  He needed more of Wade.

  He needed all of Wade.

  He needed to show Wade exactly how amazing they could be together.

  Heath lifted his head, licking and sucking as he did. Then he pulled off Wade with a loud pop.

  “Need you. Need you inside me, Wade,” he rasped.

  He reached to the nightstand and made quick work of tearing open a condom and sheathing Wade’s dick. Then, he lay beside Wade and lubed him up. He flipped over, facing away, and worked a wet finger inside the tight ring of his ass that had him gasping and shuddering. He was desperate to have Wade inside him, but he hadn’t bottomed in a while and knew better than to rush it too much.

  Wade groaned and whispered, “Let me, please. Wanna feel you.”

  Heath nodded, even though he knew Wade’s lack of experience would slow him in achieving his goal—Wade’s thick, hard cock fucking him while Heath’s very existence merged with the other man’s. He squeezed some of the slick into Wade’s upturned palm. Wade went straight for his hole and worked with gusto. Wiggling and plunging one finger in.

  When Heath began to push back against the thick digit, Wade added a second. Heath brought one leg up and ground himself against Wade’s fingers, desperate and needy and begging for more. He fisted his throbbing dick in his hand and fucked into it while he alternated fucking backward on those hot fingers filling him.

  “That’s good, Wade. So good,” he barely breathed. “Spread them apart.” Wade did and Heath’s eyes rolled back in his head. Then Wade curled his fingers forward, just like Heath had done for him earlier and Heath was coming unglued. He stopped stroking his dick, placing a vise around it instead, stemming his impending orgasm.

  “You feel so amazing, Heath. Can’t wait to be inside you,” Wade whispered in his ear. His lips were on Heath’s neck, bitting and sucking at the tender skin below his ear as his talented fingers bumped and brushed his sweet spot deep inside him.

  “No more waiting, Wade.” Wade nodded against him and gently withdrew his fingers. Wade breached his hole with his cock and froze. “’S okay. Just go slow. I’ll tell you if you need to stop. Promise.”

  Wade pushed further inside. Then he was exhaling with great force as his forehead landed between Heath’s shoulde
rs. He seemed to shake with need, as though holding back was killing him. Heath knew the feeling. As soon as he grew accustomed to Wade’s thick cock stretching him, Heath further impaled himself.

  “Oh,” Wade whimpered. “God. Heath. You feel amazing. I’m inside of you,” he said in awe. Wade pistoned his hips and set a furious pace, groaning and moaning and kissing and holding. He pulled back, only to pummel into him over and over again. Wade wrapped his hand around Heath’s on his cock, but Heath didn’t let go. He didn’t want to come yet.

  Then Wade angled just right and hit Heath again where he needed it most. And without any help from either of their hands, Heath was shooting his load all over the bed and their joined hands. Wade thrust one more time and came with a shout.

  Wade kissed a path down Heath’s back as he began to shake violently. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. That was incredible. And meaningful. And life-altering.

  He felt Wade’s hand move between them, stroking them where there bodies joined, before he held himself at the base and slowly pulled out. Heath felt the loss deep in his soul. And, God, did that loss wreck him. Wade slipped out of bed and then was back, cleaning him up and taking care of him. He dropped the cloth on the floor, climbed on top of Heath, and wrapped him in his arms. Heath stroked his hair with reverence, as he tried to control the emotions threatening to overwhelm him like an impending storm. When he exhaled audibly, Wade shifted and stared up at him.

  “Can’t let them change you, harden you. You don’t know what you’re in for, Wade. And I need to be there. Need to protect you.” Wade kissed his chest, his hand splaying over his thundering heart. Heath’s breath hitched, and his body trembled again.

  “You okay?” Wade asked. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “No, Wade, you didn’t hurt me. But I’m not okay.”

  Heath stretched out an arm, switched on the lamp, and peered at Wade. His eyes reflected all the emotions Heath was feeling but … was it enough? “I feel like a soldier’s spouse sending his man off to face the firing squad all alone when he doesn’t have to be. I know that sounds overdramatic. Your battle’s mental, not physical. But it’s a battle, nonetheless. You need me, Wade. You need this snarky, cynical man—who might be just a buddy where the rest of the world is concerned—to stand by you and make sure you don’t get eaten up by the wolves of this world. It’s not that I don’t think you can’t take care of yourself, but why should you have to? Why should you have to face all that alone when I want to be there for you? Need to be there for you?” Heath paused and took a deep breath, willing Wade to hear the truth in what he spoke. “But it’s not just that, Wade. I need you. I just … need you.”

  If it had been anyone else, Heath would have been pissed that someone was witness to his voice breaking with his every emotion. But, it wasn’t just anyone. It was Wade. And Wade represented everything good Heath wanted in his life. He would be a fool to let Wade walk away without knowing how Heath felt about him, without knowing that Heath would willingly walk through fire for him, and his parents did not raise him to be a fool.

  “Hearing you say those things”—his smile was grim—“nothing would make me happier, Heath, but I told you before,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I can’t ask that of you.”

  Heath laughed bitterly. “I love you for it, Wade, but stop being so fucking nice and tell me what you want.” Wade stared at him, probably not believing what he’d heard. Hell, Heath could barely believe he’d said it himself, but he did, and he was impatient to have his answer. So, he demanded again, “What do you want, Wade?”

  Wade considered him for a beat, his eyes burning bright with need. “I wanna hold your hand all the way back to school, even if our hands get sweaty. I wanna place your order when we stop for food because you’re in the restroom and Oh, yeah, I know what Heath wants. I wanna sneak you up to my room and kiss you every single minute until we leave for New York. I wanna introduce you to my family over Christmas dinner. I wanna be able to walk down the hallway in my new home and watch you sleeping from the doorway until you feel me there and invite me in. I wanna say things like my boyfriend and forever.” Wade exhaled with a rush and took another breath. “So, Heath, you wanna?”

  Heath grinned wide before fusing his mouth with Wade’s. Their tongues stroked each other’s. Wade wrapped his arms around Heath and pulled him in tight. Breaking off the kiss for a moment, Heath looked Wade in the eye. “I wanna, Wade.”

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  Champagne always made her giggly and warm and tingly. Especially tingly. If she’d had a man, you better believe she would be fucked six ways from Sunday right about now. Instead, Luna found herself finishing off a few reports after saying goodnight to the guys. It had been a stellar day. Phase Two—by far the largest coup in their plan—had been firmly achieved. Royce had broken out the champagne, and Luna managed to consume copious amounts before promising the men she would call a cab when she was ready to head out for the night. They were reluctant to leave her behind, but their desire to do a little personal celebrating of their own was palpable. Far be it for her to stand in the way of the double dose of the pure male need and testosterone that engulfed the room.

  Since she and Shea had become fast friends, he had divulged more than his share of their passionate tale to her over the last six months, even though she felt sure that he’d kept it toned down for her benefit. Still, she felt like she could read them. When she noticed little things, like the way Royce’s fingertips would curl possessively around Shea’s bicep at the end of even the briefest touch or when Shea’s eyes would suddenly shine brighter while Royce presented the most boring of facts and figures, Luna would glance to the others present in the room to see if they, too, were aware of exactly how sexual … how sensual … their bosses were. But, it seemed she alone picked up on these things. No raised eyebrows. No gossip around the water cooler.

  That made her wonder if she was actually picking up on things, or if she was just perving on the gorgeous duo. Her subconscious picked that moment to send X-rated images flitting across her brain, involuntarily making her squeeze her crossed legs tighter. In an effort to halt her mind’s deviant trajectory, she grasped at the water bottle to her right, only to send it spinning across the desk until it toppled over the edge and skittered across the floor to come to a halt by the door.

  Deciding she had probably done enough damage for the nigh
t, she saved all her documents and logged out of the computer before jotting herself a note. Sticking it to the computer, she laughed out loud at the message. You were drunk and horny last night, double check your files before sending. A little unsteady, she made her way to the abused water bottle, figuring she should refill it to stay hydrated. She’d call for a cab and head home to finish off the night with some Pinot and some porn. This time she actually giggled out loud. Pinot and porn. God, if only to have the third P present. Oh well, she thought, wiggling her fingers in front of her face, you’ll have to do.

  She ended up tiptoeing down the hall, cringing at how dark and still it was when no one was around. Just when she seemed to become accustomed to the difference, she heard them. Moans and groans and curses and near shouts. Luna froze for a moment before understanding hit her with her blunt force. Where her body tingled before—now it sang. Where she’d been warm—she blazed. Her eyes flew to the partially closed door of Royce and Shea’s office, only daring to listen for a moment longer before she turned on her heel and darted back to her own office.

  Her water bottle hit the floor with a clang as she slammed the door behind her. Wincing at the loud noise, she waited a moment to see if she would be discovered before rushing over to her desk. Only a security light from the hall cast a dull ray of light into her office. She eased herself into her chair and spun it so that she faced the windows. Luna’s face burned anew as she recalled the frantic words exchanged between Royce and Shea. Even her wicked imagination had not done them justice.

  She could make out her own expression in the glass—pupils blown, hair disheveled, clothes askew. Taking a few calming breaths, Luna closed her eyes tightly, but as soon as she did, images of the two men locked in a passionate embrace flooded her brain.