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Iunlocked the door to my studio apartment and stepped inside. The night before, I came in and went straight to the bedroom. I was exhausted, both from lack of sleep and the strain of an emotionally stressful day, that I’d fallen asleep immediately. It was a fitful sleep however and I’d tossed and turned most of the night.

Things had ended so much better for Zane than either of us had expected, considering we thought he’d be facing his father that day. I was absolutely thrilled for him that he had found his brother again. I knew they had a lot of catching up to do, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I would rather have him here with me.

I missed Zane, plain and simple. I missed his smile and his laugh and the feel of him curled up next to me at night. I missed every single thing about him and I was beginning to wonder if I’d fucked up too badly, if I’d lost him for good. Pain lanced through me at the thought.

I shut the door, noticing the musty smell of the apartment from being closed up for so long. Wrinkling my nose, I walked over to the terrace doors and opened them. A warm breeze floated into the room, refreshing everything it touched.

I walked back to the kitchen. I’d had no appetite all day, but I was pretty sure there’d been a case of beer in the refrigerator when I’d left. After grabbing a bottle, I walked to the living room and flopped down onto the couch.

It had been a good day at work. It was nice being back home with my friends, but I couldn’t enjoy it the way I usually did because I was too busy being miserable over Zane. I’d been grateful when he hadn’t pulled away from me the night before. I’d wanted to provide him comfort and support, and it seemed like he appreciated it. He even looked like he might kiss me when I was about to leave, but then Isaac called his name and he’d pulled back.

I lost track of how many times I’d checked my phone throughout the day, hoping he might call or text. Each time, I was filled with disappointment when my phone remained silent. What was I going to do if Zane decided he was better off without me? What if he could never forgive me and eventually he ended up meeting and falling in love with someone else? I rubbed my hand over the pain in my chest.

I took a drink of beer and closed my eyes as my head dropped to the back of the couch. I felt like I was losing my mind and it had only been one day since I’d seen him. How would I get through days, months, a lifetime, if he decided to end things? A knock on the door pulled me from my miserable thoughts and I stood up with a sigh, setting my beer on the table and then making my way to the door.

My breath caught in my throat when I opened the door and saw Zane standing there. He was holding his bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

“Hi,” he said nervously.

“Hi,” I breathed.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Oh! Yes, of course,” I said, shaking off my surprise and stepping aside so he could enter.

Zane walked in and looked around at my place before turning to me with a small smile. “This is bigger than the cabins,” he joked.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t hold the memories that they do,” I said without thinking. I saw Zane wince and I wanted to kick myself for bringing it up. My memories of the cabins were filled with me falling in love with him, but his were probably tainted with the last day there, when I’d broken his heart and shattered his trust.

“They could’ve been better memories,” he said quietly.

“I know. I’m sorry I fu…” I started to apologize, but Zane cut me off.

“No, it’s my fault,” he said. My mouth dropped open and I was sure confusion was written all over my face. “It’s true. I was hurt when I found that file. I was confused, and I felt betrayed. You came to me though and you explained everything. You laid your heart out to me, and I was too stubborn to listen, I refused to accept that you really loved me.”

“I do love you, more than anything else in the world. More than I ever thought it was possible to love another person,” I insisted.

Zane nodded his head. “I know that now. I believe you and I trust you. You said you’d stay by my side no matter what and you did, despite the fact that I’d basically tossed your love aside.” He set his bag down on the floor and placed the flowers on top of it then he turned to me and put his hands on either side of my face.

“Our memories at the cabins could’ve been so much better and they would have been if I’d told you how I truly felt,” he said.

“And how do you feel?” I asked, a small smile forming on my lips. My hands were trembling as they moved up to rest on his hips. He smiled at me and his crystal blue eyes sparkled.

“I love you, Jeremy O’Brien. I love every single part of you and I can’t imagine not having you in my life. You make me so happy,” he whispered.

We both had tears in our eyes by the time he’d finished, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I leaned in and covered his mouth with mine. Our kiss started slow, but it seemed like a lifetime since we’d made love, and soon, our hands and tongues were exploring, both of us needing more. My hands cupped his ass and lifted him up in the air. His legs went around me, and I carried him to my room and laid him down on the bed, all without breaking our kiss.

Our movements were frantic, desperate, as we stripped each other of our clothes. Zane clung to me as I licked a path down his chest, swirling over taut nipples and dipping into his navel before finally licking over the head of his cock.

His hips jerked, and he cried out as I took him into my mouth and began to suck. I was like a starving man as I lapped at his cock, which was already dribbling at the tip. I’d been so afraid of never being with him again, never experiencing the bond between us, that it was impossible for me to get enough.

I wet a finger and slowly slid it inside him while I licked over his balls, sucking one and then the other and swirling them around in my mouth. I moaned around his cock as I worked another finger in, twisting my wrist.

Zane panted heavily, writhing on the bed and murmuring my name over and over again. I reached between my legs and gripped the base of my cock firmly in my hand to keep myself from spilling over. I moved back up his body, nibbling and sucking until I reached his lips. He clasped my head between his hands plunging his tongue inside my mouth, moaning as he tasted his own pleasure on my tongue.

I slid the drawer open next to the bed and fumbled blindly for a condom and a bottle of lube. I knelt between his legs and ripped the condom wrapper open with my teeth, quickly sliding it down my length. I clicked open the bottle of lube and then reached for Zane’s hand, pouring the lube into his open palm.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Zane’s sure hand rubbed my cock, slicking the condom and squeezing my shaft in his hot fist. He teased me then by slowly licking his lips at the same time his fingers rubbed over his hole, wetting it and preparing himself to take my cock. I growled deep in my chest as I watched his finger dip inside and he laughed as I quickly brushed his hand away and settled myself between his legs.

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