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Even though he teased Damon, he wasn’t unaffected by their conversation. Or the way Damon melted under Nash, greedy and needy in a way that made Nash’s head swim.

“Nash. Nash, fuck.” Damon was hot when he got too desperate to think. Too needy to be coherent. It was how Nash liked him best. He kept him there a bit longer, the novelty of being dressed but still doing dirty things never quite wore off for him, and the fact that they were both fully clothed except for their dicks made Nash feel crazy with how turned on he was.

Damon bucked into Nash’s grip once. Twice. And Nash sealed his mouth over Damon’s, kissing him hard and deep as he came. Damon moaned and writhed as Nash kept stroking. Kissing. Kept him pinned to the wall while he chased his own orgasm.

Sticky cum coated his hand, his cock. He used Damon’s release to smooth the glide as his own came barreling down on him. He added to the sticky mess between them, panting and gasping against Damon’s parted lips.

“I can’t feel my feet.” Damon huffed out a laugh. “Damn, babe. That was something else.”

Nash wanted to crumple to the floor. He was boneless in the best of ways, jelly from head to toe after a spectacular orgasm. It was also new for Damon to use a pet name, but Nash wasn’t going to call him on it. In the past, Nash hadn’t liked it when men called him cutesie little names. But he liked it the way it sounded coming out of Damon’s mouth. Like ownership. Like Nash belonged to him and he belonged to Nash. Even if they’d gotten off thinking about Damon fucking someone else.

Fucking Taylor Bennett.

That was a head trip and a half. But Nash couldn’t get the image out of his head. Of Damon and Taylor together. Bare skin and unbridled passion. He could blame the writer in him for painting such a vivid picture. Or he could blame the fact that he was a horny bastard. But mostly it was because Taylor was stunning and Damon looked happy tonight. Happy and light, and being with Taylor had brought that out in him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Nash told him, indulging himself in laying another series of open-mouthed kisses against Damon’s throat.

“Like what? Half hard? Half dressed? Standing in your hallway with my dick out, covered in cum. You’ll need to be more specific.” Damon laughed and tried to dislodge himself from Nash’s hold.

“Happy.” Nash pulled Damon in for another kiss, and he went eagerly.

When the kiss ended, Nash finally let Damon go and he ducked into his kitchen to wash his hands. Maybe he could convince Damon to take a shower with him rather than do a post-orgasm spot wash.

Damon tucked his dick back in his pants and zipped them up. “I had a great time tonight.” Damon bit his lip. He looked conflicted regardless of what he’d just said.

Nash went over to him and cradled his face. “I’m glad you did.” Nash kissed him again, softer and sweeter, hoping to show him that it was okay.

“I was worried you’d regret letting me do this.”

“I could never regret anything that makes you this happy,” Nash promised. “Stay the night?”

Damon toed out of his shoes and kicked them to the side. “Try and stop me.”

CHAPTER 9

DAMON

Damon woke before Nash and untangled himself from his octopus embrace. Nash was a serious sleep-cuddler and even when Damon fell asleep not tangled up in Nash, he always woke that way.

Damon grabbed a shower and walked into the bedroom to find a clean set of clothes. Nash had woken up and was still lounging in bed, propped on an elbow.

“Work today?”

“At ten.” Damon worked at a pharmacy. It wasn’t what he dreamed of doing when he was a kid, but no one dreamed of becoming a pharmacist until they looked at other degrees and pay scales and decided that it wasn’t a bad option in the long run.

Damon kept a set of work clothes at Nash’s house for emergencies. And random Tuesdays. Truthfully, half his wardrobe had migrated over to Nash’s apartment. Not that Damon minded, but Nash might if he realized.

“Did you want to go for breakfast?” Nash tossed back the covers and climbed out of bed, and Damon did his best not to let himself ogle him. The man was fucking breathtaking. Slightly furry in all the right places, trim from his sometimes twice-weekly workouts with Colby, he made Damon’s mouth water.

“Sure.”

Nash stopped on his way out of the bedroom and gave Damon a knowing look. “We can eat at the diner if you want.”

“I think Taylor would be wounded if we cheated on his pancakes.” Damon stepped into a pair of the black slacks he only wore to work and pulled on a light blue button-up.

Nash came back from the bathroom and pulled Damon into a kiss that tasted like mint and mouthwash. “One of these days I need to get you all dressed up.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

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