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“All is forgiven.” Nash held Taylor’s gaze until they both went back to eating, doing nothing to stifle the smiles they shared.

After that, dinner was a quiet affair. It was mostly soft glances and gentle compliments. Taylor had the look of a man who was savoring every bite of food and drop of conversation and filing it all away in his memory bank for later.

When the meal was over, Nash cleared their plates and doused the candles. He and Taylor ended up on the couch under that quilt of Damon’s and they chose a movie they’d both seen a million times. Each of them knew they wouldn’t be watching much of it.

By the time the opening credits were done rolling, Nash had his arms around Taylor. Neither of them was watching the screen. Instead, they were making out. Taylor’s sweater was impossibly soft, and his kisses started out that way, but they soon heated up and his wandering fingers slid under Nash’s shirt. Hot hands caressed Nash’s bare skin, gliding up farther and farther, tickling over his ribs. Gentle fingers brushed across Nash’s nipples.

Nash responded by deepening the kiss. He buried a hand in Taylor’s hair and tilted his head, opening him to Nash. Taylor squirmed in Nash’s arms, either trying to get away or get closer—Nash wasn’t sure. He was too busy enjoying the way Taylor felt in his arms. The way he kissed Nash back like he was sure of what he wanted. Taylor’s hand slid lower and lower, and Nash groaned when Taylor cupped his dick through his pants.

“Can I?” Taylor asked pulling out of the kiss to pepper Nash’s neck with them instead. His hands moved up again, though not too far, and he fumbled with the button of Nash’s pants.

“Can I?” he asked again, brushing his lips against Nash’s neck, sending shockwaves of shivers through him.

“Please,” Nash said. Because he couldn’t say no. Didn’t want to say no. He’d been so relieved earlier to find out that the three of them were on the same page regarding taking their relationship to the next level. Whatever bit of magic had made this happen, Nash was going to hold on to it with both hands and not let go.

Taylor made a pleased sound and popped Nash’s pants open. With skill that said he’d obviously done this before, he freed Nash from the confines of his pants. Taylor’s hand on his cock felt illicit at first, and he absolutely didn’t think of the fact that this was Colby’s little brother. Because in this moment he wasn’t. He belonged to Nash. And he kissed Nash like he knew that. Kissed him hard and deep with so much emotion in it, lust and want and other things all tangled up together to create this powerful cocktail that had Nash’s head swimming even before Taylor’s knees hit the floor and he slotted himself between Nash’s legs.

A perfectly pink tongue shot out and he flicked it against the head of Nash’s cock, teasing him right out of the gate. Then Taylor leaned in and licked Nash’s shaft from base to tip before taking the head into his mouth.

While it wasn’t that Nash had anything against virgins, everyone had different levels of experience and that was fine. But Nash was secretly glad that Taylor knew what he was doing. That Nash wouldn’t have to teach him the basics when it came to fucking and sucking. That the awkward first times were out of the way and they’d both grown into men who knew what they liked and knew how to find out what their partners liked without all the shy fumbling.

Nash sank his hands into Taylor’s hair, earning him a pleasure-laden hum that went straight to his balls.

“Fuck me,” Nash exhaled with a groan.

Taylor’s slender fingers cupped Nash’s balls, then Taylor released Nash’s cock and went to work on those instead. Nash tilted his head back and spread his legs wider while Taylor swirled his magical tongue all over Nash’s sac, taking one ball into his mouth. Then the other. Then, miraculously, both at once for a short time.

Raising his head, Nash pried his eyes open and pinned his gaze to Taylor, watching as he jerked Nash. Saliva ran out of the corner of his mouth when he finally released Nash’s sac and went back to sucking his cock. Fuck, Nash was close, ready to burst.

“God, that’s divine,” Nash said, noting the way Taylor’s eyes lit up at the praise.

He was also suddenly aware of Taylor’s right arm, jerking fast, and the way Taylor’s eyebrows knit together. The increased urgency in the way he sucked Nash, like he needed Nash to finish first.

Nash could’ve come in Taylor’s mouth. Could have watched him drink his cum down. But he pulled Taylor up to him instead. He and turned them so fast his head spun, until Taylor was on the couch underneath him, writhing and begging. His hands tugged at Nash’s shirt, so he sat up, breaking their kiss long enough to yank it off over his head and toss it.

Taylor slid out of his sweater in record time and then they were bare-chested, pressed together, panting and kissing. Sloppy, wet, messy kisses that were half tongue, half desperation. All of it was mind-blowingly hot. Taylor gave as good as he got. He didn’t just lie there and wait to get what he wanted—he reached for it. Taking it with both hands.

And what he wanted was Nash’s pants down further. He shoved at them, pushing them down and baring Nash’s ass. Then he grabbed the globes of Nash’s ass and hauled him closer, wriggling underneath him while he used his body to beg Nash for more friction.

Nash trailed his hands all over Taylor. Wherever he could touch, he did. And maybe later he’d do it again. Next time he’d pay more attention to the way Taylor looked, or the softness of his skin, or the dark treasure trail that Nash had wanted to kiss. But now all he could manage was to hang on as he and Taylor rutted against each other like wild things that couldn’t exist without what came next.

Taylor tilted his head back, and his body went rigid. Nash kissed Taylor’s throat. His neck. Collarbone. Shoulder. And Taylor let out a guttural groan…then he was coming. Bucking and grinding and gathering Nash in his arms and holding him as tightly as he could. Then he was kissing Nash again. Delving his tongue into Nash’s mouth, he twitched and whimpered underneath him. And then, holy shit, Nash’s release hit him like a ton of bricks, obliterating him completely.

He jerked against Taylor as he covered both of them with his sticky release. Neither of them cared, though, because they kept kissing. Slower now. Less frantic than it had been a minute ago. Nash’s heart felt soft and full, and he kissed Taylor until his face ached from kissing and the cum had dried to their skin, flaky and uncomfortable.

“We should shower before bed,” Nash whispered into Taylor’s neck. Taylor had his arms around Nash and he held tight, but the rest of him was relaxed and lazy now. Exhausted and sated, just like Nash.

“You want me to stay over?” Taylor asked, almost unsure whether he wanted to know the answer.

“Of course I do.” And it had less to do with the fact that Taylor had a former classmate who’d suddenly reappeared sleeping on his couch and more to do with the fact that Nash wanted to curl up and sleep with Taylor in his arms. The only possible way the night could’ve been any better was if Damon was there to crawl into bed with them.

CHAPTER 18

DAMON

Nash was stretched out on the couch working when Damon came in. He lifted Nash’s feet and took a seat, setting them down in his lap. Cradling one foot, Damon started to massage it, slowly working his thumbs into the sole of Nash’s foot. He looked on as Nash’s eyes fluttered shut.

“That feels unbelievable. Don’t stop.”

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