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“I won’t, please, I’ll fix this. I will, I’ll do anything. We can get counseling, I’ll cut back, hell, I’ll get a new job if that’s what it takes. Just please …” he whispered, grabbing Brandon’s face in both hands and pulling him close. “Don’t leave me.”

Brandon set his hands on Ethan’s arms, unsure if he wanted to pull them away or make sure Ethan never let him go. He leaned his forehead against Ethan’s, rolling his head from side to side. “This isn’t healthy, Ethan. It’s not sustainable anymore. Don’t you think I hate it too? I love you, so much. But sometimes that’s just not enough.”

“We’re enough, you and me, we’re enough to handle anything. I’m so sorry, baby, but please don’t do this. Don’t throw us away.”

Both of them had tears flowing down their faces as Ethan pulled him closer and pressed his trembling lips to Brandon’s. It was a soft kiss at first, but quickly deepened and turned desperate. Brandon drove his fingers into Ethan’s hair and gripped tight, pouring months of frustration and pain into the kiss.

He felt Ethan pulling at his shirt and pulled back briefly to let Ethan yank it over his head. He dove back into the kiss, shoving Ethan’s suit jacket off and tugging his dress shirt free of his pants. He damn near ripped it in two, trying to feel Ethan’s skin on his. Finally he freed Ethan of the shirt, pulling him close and running his hands down his body. He felt Ethan’s hands clutching at his back, trying to pull him even closer, as impossible as that seemed.

They stumbled together into the bedroom, mouths never parting. Brandon shoved Ethan down onto the bed and quickly divested him of the rest of his clothes, taking a moment to shove his own jeans off as well. He fell on top of Ethan, but was quickly rolled onto his back.

“Ethan …”

“Let me.” Ethan slid his mouth down Brandon’s neck, to his chest and abs, and finally to his cock, which he quickly sucked into his mouth. Brandon cursed as Ethan tongued the slit and then set up a fierce in and out, his mouth moving tightly up and down on Brandon’s dick.

“Turn around,” Brandon said, pulling Ethan’s lower half around so his ass was directly in front of Brandon. He snatched the lube from the nightstand and quickly lubed his fingers, tunneling one directly into Ethan. He felt more than heard Ethan’s cry around his cock, and moaned at the sensation.

One finger quickly became two, Brandon about to lose his mind over Ethan’s mouth.

“Come here, I need you to ride me,” he said, slipping his fingers free of Ethan’s hole.

Ethan spun around and immediately lowered himself onto Brandon’s hard cock. He pushed himself quickly down, hissing slightly. He began moving, up and down on top of Brandon, bouncing over and over. His still untouched cock bounced in front of Brandon’s eyes, and he reached forward to take hold of it, smoothing his hand up to the head and tightening his grip. His other hand reached up to tweak one of Ethan’s nipples, earning a loud moan. He stayed like that, one hand squeezing Ethan’s cock, the other working his nipple over. Ethan began bouncing faster, panting.

Brandon took hold of Ethan and rolled them over so that he was on top. He shoved his cock deep into Ethan’s body and set up a punishing pace, slamming his hips against Ethan’s faster and faster. Ethan stared up at him, and tears formed in the corner of his eyes.

“I love you,” he gasped. He said it, over and over, until Brandon finally pressed his open mouth against Ethan’s just to make him stop.

He felt his release coming on quickly, and reached between them to pull Ethan off. He gripped tightly, letting Ethan fuck up into his fist. And with a scream, Ethan came, spilling over Brandon’s hand and his own stomach.

Brandon shoved into Ethan as hard as he could, and felt himself empty out.

He dropped down, feeling Ethan’s arms and legs wrap around him. Like he could keep Brandon with him by strength of will alone.

Eventually Brandon pulled back, standing silently to go into the bathroom for a washcloth. He came back and gently cleaned Ethan off, pretending he didn’t see the fearful look in Ethan’s expressive eyes.

“Brandon …”

“Let’s sleep now,” Brandon said gruffly. “We can talk more in the morning.”

Both men settled into the bed, Brandon on his side facing away from Ethan. It was several minutes before he felt Ethan turn and press up against his back, wrapping one arm over Brandon’s chest.

Brandon and Ethan settled in for what would be a long, sleepless night.

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When Ethan woke the next morning, he had a moment of confusion. He was exhausted, having only fallen into a fitful doze around 4 a.m. What …?

“Oh,” he whispered, remembering the night before.

Realizing the bed was empty, Ethan jumped up and ignored the soreness in his body. He threw on the first clothes he came across and rushed out into the living room.

And there was Brandon, sitting at the kitchen table. Next to a suitcase.

Ethan felt all the breath in his body leave him all at once. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut. All he could say was, “No.”

“Listen to me,” Brandon said calmly. “I’m going to stay with Michelle for a while. Once we’ve had some time apart, we’ll meet up and decide what to do about the condo.”

“Brandon, don’t —”

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