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Jace startled as he spun, his hands flying out of his jeans. He let out a soft, breathy chuckle and pointed to the door a few feet away. “All yours.”

“Thanks.” Ian walked into the room and closed the door, his mind still on Nolan’s call.

Chapter Five

Jace wondered why he was still standing outside the bathroom door. Did he want Ian to come out and assume that he was listening? It was one thing to touch the guy’s soft, silky hair and wish he could feel it over his naked skin. That yearning had stayed stuck inside Jace’s head. It was something totally different, downright weird, to linger right at the bathroom door.

Jace forced his feet to move until he was safely inside his bedroom. He yanked a shirt, underwear, and shorts from his drawers and tried to quickly dress before Ian returned.

With absolutely no luck.

After he slipped a fresh pair of boxers on—Jace really needed a shower after the mess he’d made in the other ones last night—his toes snagged the inside hem on one of the legs of his shorts. He went sprawling to the floor, hurting his backside and elbow.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he tried to get his foot free so he could try again. They were cargo shorts. How hard could it be to slide them on? Normally easy, but Jace’s dexterity was epically failing him.

“You’re either having a hard time getting them on or those shorts offended you in some way so you’re kicking their ass.”

Ian had returned way too fast, standing there with a look of amusement on his face. He thought Ian would take his time.

Jace had assumed wrong.

“My foot.” Jace grunted when his knee hit the waistband and the traitorous material refused to let go. “Ugh!”

“Hang on.”

Ian crouched and separated man from shorts in one smooth motion. Sweet hell. Jace couldn’t seem to calm his rapid breathing. Ian’s fingers lingered on Jace’s knee, igniting every nerve in his body. If he didn’t calm himself down, he would start hyperventilating.

Act like you have a brain and pull your shorts on. You saw Ian naked at the gym, so it’s only fair he sees you in your embarrassing boxers.

They’d been a gag gift from his grandma at Christmas. Boxers with the words “Butt Quack” splashed across the front. Jace hadn’t paid attention when he pulled them from the drawer. Now he wished he had.

“Do you need me to pull them on?” Ian gazed at Jace’s underwear with a smirk. “Wouldn’t want your butt quack showing.”

Jace.

Was.

Mortified.

Yet, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak, lost in the spell of Ian’s strikingly handsome face. No one else could hold Jace captive with just a single look, not even his former boyfriend. Ian had a seductive power that left Jace weak and wanting.

Ian pressed a hand against the floor. His body moved closer, their eyes locking in a heated gaze. There was something about Ian that made Jace lose control, made him step out of his comfort zone. He couldn’t seem to get enough of Ian.

Driven by an insatiable desire, he grabbed Ian’s shirt and pulled him close. They fell the rest of the way to the floor, their lips colliding in a fiery kiss, Jace weaving Ian’s hair around his fingers.

It was a kiss that knew how to break down barriers, knew how to make Jace completely surrender. There was nothing on earth that matched the way Ian made him feel.

“Move,” Jace whispered.

Ian immediately reared back. “I’ll help you up.”

That wasn’t what Jace had in mind. He pushed to his knees and undid Ian’s jeans, the heat between them intensifying with each touch.

Last night Ian had driven him wild with so much pleasure, and now Jace wanted to return the favor. He plunged his hand into Ian’s boxer briefs, grasping the thick, pulsing shaft. It was all Jace had craved since the night before, and now he would savor every moment of it.

Jace had only seen Ian’s flaccid cock before, but now it was hot, hard, and begging for his touch. Ian let out a sharp, jagged groan as Jace took him in his mouth, feeling the weight and thickness stretching his lips to their limit.

Ian stroked Jace’s hair.

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