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  His lips parted on a pant. His skin tightened. Korey gripped the bathroom counter with his free hand when his knees threatened to give. In his mind, he held Zeke’s headboard while straddling the man’s face. Zeke licked his balls and asshole. He let Korey ride his lips. The man’s skilled tongue and willing throat sucked him closer to the edge. Loud gasps reverberated off the walls of the bathroom, getting lost in the sound of the water beating the floor of the shower. Korey’s hips moved against his tight fist. He fucked his hand. The tightening of his balls became a pressure in his shaft that beat against his crown. Korey’s lungs stopped. The world held its breath. Sound disappeared. His gaze met Zeke’s behind his closed lids. Ecstasy slammed into Korey, forcing him to swallow a cry. Jet after jet of semen coated the sink. Korey didn’t stop pumping until every spasm of pleasure stopped, leaving him spent.

  His eyes opened. Korey stared at his reflection. He looked every bit as wrecked as he felt. A familiar fear landed on Korey’s shoulders weighing him down. It was only a matter of time before Korey broke, and he admitted his love for Zeke. What would happen when that day came? Korey could live with any outcome, except Zeke’s hatred or his pity.

  Korey was in his chair. Zeke bit back a smile. Shortly after Korey moved in, he’d taken a liking to Zeke’s recliner. The first time Zeke busted Korey sitting in his chair, he’d pulled the man to his feet, reclaimed his seat, and dragged the man into his lap. He’d let Korey know right then the only way he’d get Zeke’s chair was by sharing it with Zeke. That night started a new trend—Korey relaxing in his lap. Korey read. Zeke watched TV and tried his damnedest to hide his constant erection. It was a balancing act.

  As Zeke cleared the door, Korey stood. His gaze never wavered from the book in his hand as Zeke sat. Without missing a beat, he crawled into Zeke’s lap and kept reading. Unlike usual, Zeke didn’t bother turning on the TV. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Korey and held on. It never failed to amaze him how Korey could tune out the world while reading, leaving Zeke free to stare at him. Tonight, he needed to hold Korey. It wasn’t that Zeke didn’t know Korey would eventually meet someone his age and leave Zeke behind. Maverick’s invitation to Vegas brought all Zeke’s worst fears to life. There was nothing wrong with Maverick. He was closer to Korey in age. The guy had a good job, working as a firefighter. In fact, if things were different, and Zeke had to choose, Maverick would be the man he’d pick for Korey. But things weren’t different because Zeke couldn’t escape the truth. He was in love with Korey.

  Zeke kicked out the footstool and leaned back in the recliner. Korey settled against his chest and kept reading. Without thought, Zeke skimmed his fingertips down the back of Korey’s arm. When he realized what he’d done, he forced his hand still. Korey was shirtless, wearing nothing more than thin pajama pants. Chill bumps rose on Korey’s skin. Zeke snagged a nearby throw blanket and covered them. He had no clue how much time passed before the book slipped from Korey’s fingers. Zeke grabbed it and set it aside. His hold tightened on Korey. Korey shifted in his sleep, cuddling against Zeke’s chest. His chin tilted upward, giving Zeke the freedom to stare openly at the man’s sexy face.

  Those gorgeous lips called to Zeke. His hand lifted. He couldn’t fight the temptation. He skimmed Korey’s bottom lip with his thumb. It was as soft as it looked. Zeke held the man’s chin. With his thumb still pressed to Korey’s lips, Zeke lowered his head and pressed his lips to Korey’s forehead. With the man’s scent filling his nose and his lips pressed to Korey’s skin, Zeke got to pretend for a second that Korey belonged to him.

  Korey shifted in his sleep again. His face moved higher, as if he silently begged for Zeke’s kiss. The desire eating at Zeke’s gut all hours of the day took control of his mind. He could no more have stopped himself from kissing Korey than he could stop time from moving. When their lips touched, even the air seemed to hold its breath. Korey pulled away. Zeke’s hand wouldn’t stop stroking Korey’s face—like it had a mind of its own. Korey was awake now. He held Zeke’s stare. His gaze moved over Zeke’s face, searching. Zeke held his breath. He couldn’t explain. Korey shot forward and opened his mouth over Zeke’s. Zeke had craved Korey for too long. He couldn’t push the man away. Korey’s tongue touched the corner of Zeke’s mouth. Zeke opened for him. As their tongues brushed for the first time, Zeke went hard. Jacking off in the shower with Korey’s name on his lips didn’t save him with Korey’s body against his, and the man’s tongue filling his mouth.

  Korey changed positions, deepening their kiss. The move also had the man’s erection poking him in the stomach. Goosebumps skirted across his skin. His muscles clenched. Zeke’s hands massaged every part of Korey he could reach. Korey bit Zeke’s bottom lip. Zeke’s palm collided with Korey’s cock—skin on skin, making him realize he’d shoved his hand inside the man’s pants. His fingers automatically curled around Korey’s dick. The way Korey gasped against Zeke’s mouth had Zeke doing everything in his power to drag more sexy sounds from the man in his arms. He massaged Korey’s cock. Korey moved against his hand, sucking Zeke’s tongue and holding on to Zeke’s shoulders in a death grip. There was no going back. Zeke already knew he’d hate himself later. Right now, he didn’t give a damn about anything except making Korey see stars.

  A moan vibrated around Zeke’s tongue. Zeke doubled his efforts, stroking faster. His dick twitched and leaked inside his underwear as if the pleasure was his own. Korey’s breathing turned ragged. He tore his mouth away, obviously incapable of catching his breath while poised on the edge of release and kissing Zeke. With his head thrown back, gasping for air, and openly fucking Zeke’s fist, Korey was the sexiest fucking sight Zeke had ever seen. Zeke’s eyes burned with the need to blink. He couldn’t miss a second of watching Korey in the throes of pleasure. A cry escaped Korey as hot cum hit Zeke’s chest. Air sawed in and out of Zeke’s lungs as if he’d run a marathon. Zeke ached with the need to get inside Korey. He didn’t stop pumping Korey’s cock until Korey recaptured his lips. Zeke hugged Korey close, uncaring of the mess between them.

  “Korey,” Zeke breathed between kisses. “I can’t stop.” He’d wanted this man too long. “You have to make me stop.”

  “I don’t want to,” Korey said, changing angles and going deep.

  Zeke’s last thread of resistance snapped. He pushed to his feet, holding Korey. Korey wrapped his legs around Zeke’s waist, holding on and still trying to kiss Zeke as Zeke headed for the bedroom. He already knew. There was already a voice in the back of his mind, whispering this was a mistake. They’d passed the point of return. Korey bit his shoulder. Zeke almost didn’t make it to the bed. Never in his life had he needed anyone like the way he required Korey for his existence. He tossed Korey onto the mattress with more force than necessary. He tore at their clothes before digging through the bedside table for lube and condoms. When his weight came down on Korey, Korey’s body arched against him, as if the man had waited his entire life for Zeke’s nude body to touch his.

  Zeke stared down at Korey as he suited up and swiped lube over Korey’s asshole. The flush on Korey’s cheeks and the way he chewed at his kiss-swollen lips was the sexiest sight Zeke had ever seen. He painted the perfect picture of turned-on male. It was as if his cum didn’t already stain Zeke’s balled up shirt in the corner. If it was anyone other than Korey beneath him, Zeke would have the man’s face pressed into the mattress already, but it wasn’t. This was the man he wanted. He needed to see Korey’s face when he took him. He dragged Korey’s body closer and swiped his crown across Korey’s asshole, teasing them both. Zeke braced his hand on the headboard, leaning in.

  Korey pressed his palm to Zeke’s stomach, stopping him. “Go slow.”

  With two words, Korey calmed the storm raging inside Zeke. The need clawing at his skin, threatening to rip him to shreds, transformed. If Korey had been with anyone in the past two years, Zeke hadn’t seen it. Hell, it was possible Korey had never been with anyone. Instead of putting him off, the thought only stok
ed Zeke’s possessiveness. He shifted positions and captured Korey’s lips before pushing past the tight ring of muscles surrounding Korey’s asshole. He didn’t thrust deep. Zeke slipped inside an inch and froze. His tongue toyed with Korey’s as he gave the man time to adjust. Zeke had known Korey’s kiss would be amazing. It was so much better than all his fantasies. Zeke rocked another inch deeper. Sweat broke out on his skin. He hoped he didn’t explode before he was fully seated. Korey was so hot and tight.

  “Zeke,” Korey whispered against his lips, snapping Zeke’s mind.

  He thrust, going deep, and ripping a moan from Korey. Zeke tried going slow. Korey was too perfect in every way. Zeke had dreamed for too long. After tearing his mouth away, Zeke kissed and nipped every place he could reach as he pounded Korey’s ass.

  Korey reached between them and tugged at his cock. Zeke had to watch. Sitting back on his heels, he held Korey’s thighs, pumping inside the man as he watched him jack off. Between the heat squeezing his dick and the erotic picture Korey painted, the pressure beating at Zeke’s crown was winning. He needed relief. Korey moaned and writhed beneath him without shame.

  “You’re so goddamn sexy.” With the first growled words between them, Zeke couldn’t stop. “I need to see you come again. You’re so perfect on my dick, I won’t make it much longer. I knew you would be this way.”

  Korey’s motions quickened. Zeke couldn’t tear his gaze away from the way Korey’s crown disappeared inside his fist over and over again. Pressure drew his balls up tight, crawling up his shaft, and beat at his crown. Zeke couldn’t slow. He reached for the ecstasy that Korey’s tight ass promised. Korey’s muscles tensed. His ass clamped down on Zeke’s dick with enough force he almost crippled Zeke. Korey’s body jerked as his orgasm hit. His ass spasmed, milking Zeke into oblivion. Lights popped behind Zeke’s eyes as he came, making him wonder if he was having a stroke. He couldn’t breathe. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed him. In that moment, Korey owned him in a way no one else ever had. That had been true before he’d been inside Korey, but now, Zeke couldn’t see a future without him.

  He covered Korey’s mouth with his as he filled the condom covering his dick. Korey’s tongue battling with his was the only thing stopping all Zeke’s confessions. Tomorrow, he’d face the consequences of what he’d done. Right now, he needed Korey.

  Two

  Korey knew he was alone before he opened his eyes. It wasn’t the yawning sensation of Zeke’s powerful presence missing from the bed as much as it was the smell of coffee wafting through the house. A smile pulled at the corners of Korey’s mouth. Zeke didn’t drink coffee. That meant he’d made it for him. Korey stretched, reveling in the ache in his muscles. He didn’t want to think. If he did, he’d wonder where they were headed from here or if last night had been a fluke. Would Zeke kiss him good morning or pretend nothing happened? Korey wasn’t sure he could go back to acting as if Zeke wasn’t the love of his life. What other choice did he have if Zeke didn’t acknowledge what they’d done? None whatsoever. Zeke took care of him in every way. It wasn’t like Korey could get angry and walk away. Zeke held all the cards. So much for not thinking.

  Giving up, Korey rolled from the bed and headed for his room. The steam from his blazing hot shower cleared his head. He would follow Zeke’s lead and hope for the best. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to look as sexy as possible in the meantime. Korey chose his outfit with care and made sure his hair was perfect. He’d wanted Zeke for long enough he’d mentally noted each time the man’s gaze had lingered longer than usual. It happened more often in a certain pair of jeans. Korey pulled them on. He might not have the right words or a leg to stand on, but Korey would fight with what God gave him.

  With a deep breath for courage, Korey headed for the kitchen. It was empty. Korey’s hands shook as he poured himself some coffee. Fuck. He didn’t want to search the house like a desperate stalker. Instead, he leaned against the counter and sipped the warm liquid while doing his damnedest to think of nothing. He didn’t taste a thing. Korey was too nervous.

  Zeke finally cleared the door, wearing a faded red t-shirt that hugged his muscles and worn jeans that cupped his every asset. Korey almost choked on his drink. He swallowed hard to keep from falling into a coughing fit. Zeke didn’t look his way.

  “I thought I’d drive you to school.”

  Korey gripped his cup between his hands and willed Zeke to look at him. “Okay.”

  Zeke glanced at the clock. “You might want to hurry. It’s almost time for your Psych class.”

  Korey thought he’d prepared for this. Zeke’s refusal to look at him hurt more than expected. “All right.” Korey set his cup aside and grabbed his stuff while keeping his gaze carefully averted from Zeke. The pains in his chest might be a heart attack, but probably not. He worried if he kept staring at Zeke while Zeke made a show of not looking his way, Korey might die.

  Zeke led the way to his black Jeep Wrangler Unlimited.

  Korey watched the man’s ass.

  Zeke tossed a glance over his shoulder but didn’t meet Korey’s gaze. “If you find out your test results today, text me and let me know.”

  “Okay.” Fuck. It was like Korey only knew two responses. He’d sworn he’d deal if Zeke pretended nothing happened. Now that the time was here, Korey could barely breathe past the pain. The ride to school only took fifteen minutes. It felt like hours in the uncomfortable silence. Korey never once glanced Zeke’s way. His gaze stayed glued on the road, seeing nothing. All his concentration went to breathing. By the time Zeke pulled into the parking lot, Korey was ready to leap from the car. His hand was on the handle before the Jeep rolled to a stop.

  “Wait,” Zeke said, snagging Korey’s arm before he could slip from the vehicle. Hope exploded through Korey’s chest at the first contact of skin on skin. It died a swift death at Zeke’s pained expression. “Look, last night was a mistake.”

  Ouch. “I see.” That was a lie. Korey saw nothing.

  “When you moved out here to go to Stanford, your mom had just passed. Then, Charlie died. You moved in with me, and I just think you haven’t had time to get out there. Do things. I’ve done everything. So, last night won’t happen again. Okay?”

  There were no words. Equally, all oxygen seemed scarce. He already knew everything Zeke said without the recap of how much he’d lost. Korey didn’t need the reminder he was alone in the world. Most of all, he didn’t need the revelation that Zeke didn’t belong to him in any way either. Korey feared if he opened his mouth, all his pain would pour out and drown them. Instead, he gave Zeke a sharp nod and walked away. It seemed he needed to make new plans for his life. Plans that didn’t include Zeke.

  Korey didn’t show after school. The more minutes that passed without Korey appearing in his usual chair, the more violent Zeke’s strikes against the punch pads Maverick held became.

  Maverick shook out his hands. “Damn, Zeke. What’s gotten into you today?”

  “Nothing. I have a match in two days. Put your hands up.”

  Maverick tucked the punch pads beneath his arm and shook his head. “If you’re bent on hurting yourself before making it to the cage, you can get someone else to help with that.”

  Zeke fought the urge to put his fist through the wall. The image of Korey’s devastation after Zeke’s speech this morning wouldn’t leave Zeke’s head. Now the man hadn’t shown for his ride home and Maverick was pissed at him. All he ever did was fuck things up.

  Giving up, he headed for his locker and dug out his phone. Maybe something happened and Korey had called. There were no messages or missed calls. Zeke texted him. He didn’t want to leave and miss him.

  Zeke: Where are you?

  Thankfully, Korey responded right away.

  Korey: Home. I had some stuff to do, so I caught the bus.

  Zeke: Okay. I didn’t want to leave here and you show up needing a ride.

  Korey: Nope. I’m good.

  Zeke: I’ll see you in a few. Wh
at would you like for dinner? I’ll pick something up.

  Korey: I won’t be here for dinner, but thanks.

  He wouldn’t be there? Korey was always there. Zeke shoved his phone in his bag and headed for the door. He needed to get home. Something was going on, and Zeke didn’t doubt for a second it had everything to do with last night. His goddamn dick always got him in trouble. He should never have touched Korey. Zeke rubbed the spot in his chest that ached at the thought of losing Korey from his life. Last night had been the greatest night of his life. He wanted to rush home and kiss Korey again and beg the man to give him everything. That wasn’t fair. Korey should hear it all and then decide if he still wanted Zeke. Zeke shouldn’t have touched Korey without all his cards on the table.

  He drove home faster than necessary. Thankfully, he didn’t run across any police. His car barely stopped rolling before he was out and headed inside the house. At the first sight of Korey packing, Zeke knew he’d been right to rush home.

  “Where are you going?”