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“Hot as hell,” Vince replied. He wondered if he should end it there, change the subject and they should go out to dinner or something, but Colby was watching him like he was curious, and Vince didn’t want to let him down. He didn’t mind sharing with Colby either. “I can’t pretend it hasn’t happened as an adult too. I’d be at a party, and people would start going at it. I used to have this friend who liked to watch people fucking, and I’d let him watch me sometimes. I got a bit of a rush out of it. Makes you feel sexier and…wanted.”

“I can see how that would happen. Makes sense to me.”

“What about you, Colby Covington? You ever had sex with an audience?”

He barked out a denial. “No. Absolutely not. It sounds hot, but I don’t know that I would ever actually be able to go through with it. Do you still do stuff like that? Not that it matters. I’m not judging you, and I hope it doesn’t sound like I am.”

Vince shook his head. “There’s not a part of me that would feel judged by you. That’s not really how you roll, and nah, not anymore. That was more for my younger years.”

“Tell me other interesting things you’ve done in your life,” Colby said, and that’s what Vince did. They ended up calling forroom service rather than going out to dinner, and when they went to sleep that night, they did it right there in Colby’s room…together.

CHAPTER NINE

Colby

When they wokeup in the morning, Vince went back into his room to shower, while Colby got ready in his own. They kept the connecting door open, and every time Colby noticed it, he smiled. It was strange to think about, the closeness he felt with Vince. The way Colby was more himself than he ever was with anyone else. Life was just easy with Vince, natural, like they fit in a way he didn’t understand but didn’t need to.

Vince was the best friend he ever had.

After tugging on his jeans, Colby went to the door between their rooms. He opened his mouth to ask Vince where he wanted to go for breakfast, and…froze. Vince was naked, with his back to Colby, what looked like miles of flawless brown skin on display. The curves of his ass were round—not a bubble butt, but perfect handfuls. Vince was looking through the suitcase on his bed. Colby knew he should look away. He was invading Vince’s privacy, which was a terrible thing to do…only hedidn’tlook away, and he didn’t know why either. Shouldn’t hewantto shield his gaze from a naked man?

Heat snaked through his gut, spread toward his groin, and…holy fuck, he was getting hard, blood giving him a partial chub. It distracted him for a moment, which delayed his reaction when Vince glanced over his shoulder and saw him.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” Colby lifted his hand like a visor over his eyes, looking down. “I was going to ask you where you want to go for breakfast, and then…” And then he’d seen Vince naked, stood there watching him, and started to get hard. Colby couldn’t wraphis head around that. “Then I just…stared at you naked. I’m sorry. I had no right to do that. I invaded your privacy, which is really fucking gross of me. I don’t know what I’m doing…or why I can’t stop talking about it.” His face flamed with heat.

“Babe…I had the door open between our rooms. I didn’t get dressed in the bathroom and close the door there. If I wanted privacy, I could have done any of those things. It’s fine.”

“I looked at you naked without your consent.” Why had he looked at him naked for so long? Why did part of him want to lower his hand and do it again? Was it just the closeness between them? The fact that Vince knew parts of him no one ever had? That Colby was closer to him than he’d ever let himself get to another human being? Or just because he was really hard up and hadn’t had sex in a long time?

“Then you have my consent. You can look at me naked anytime. Remember what I was telling you last night? I don’t have that same need to hide my body the way some people do. I don’t feel like our bodies have to be overly sexual. I like being naked, and I feel just as comfortable naked with other people as I do by myself. But you have every right to tell me if something I do makes you uncomfortable. Maybe I should have closed the door and—”

“How is it that I walk in on you, watch you without you knowing, and yet, you’ve taken it upon yourself to be the one who did something inappropriate?” Colby asked, and it took him a moment to realize he’d lowered his hand, that he was looking at Vince, who was facing him now with a pair of underwear in his hand, and…yep, that was his dick—soft, but long and thick, hanging between his legs, over a big pair of balls. “You blame yourself for too many things.” He forced his gaze up to meet Vince’s.Forced?Huh. That shouldn’t be the case. “You’re too good to people.” He was too good to Colby.

“I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“It is. You care a lot about others. It’s my favorite thing about you, but don’t take the blame for things that aren’t your fault.”

“Only if you don’t feel bad for checking out my ass.”

Colby couldn’t hold back his grin. Leave it to Vince to somehow lessen Colby’s embarrassment. “It’s a nice ass,” he found himself teasing back, wondering if it should feel weird to flirt with another man; it didn’t. Probably because it was Vince, and Colby knew it was just playful. It was just them. How they were. And while Colby had sometimes questioned whether he could swing that way—and had clearly been turned on by Vince—the thought of it wasn’t as scary as it should be because it was Vince. He wouldn’t want nor expect Colby to fall in love with him.

“Only nice?” Vince asked, pulling his underwear on.

Colby didn’t turn away.

Felt his cock stir again.

“Really fucking nice.”

“Oh my God. You’re the worst flirt ever,” Vince teased. “Finish getting dressed, and we can go anywhere for breakfast. I’m starving. As long as you feed me, I don’t care what it is.”

Colby’s pulse rapped a faster beat against his skin, his chest fluttery. “Okay. Feeding you is something I can definitely do.”

He finished getting ready, wearing a smile the whole time.

They spent theday exploring Asheville and the surrounding area, before going out to a late dinner and then returning to the hotel to get ready for the gay bar.

It had been a really fun day, one of the best Colby could remember in a long time. Now, nervous butterflies danced around in his stomach, though he couldn’t say why. It wasn’t as if he’d never been to a gay bar before. Maybe because tonightthere was a possibility that Vince would bring a man back to the hotel? Would it be weird being in the next room and knowing that Vince was having sex with someone so close by?

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