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Thomas let his body go. There was no help for it. Not from anyone. He didn’t feel regret, only in that he was dying so young. Smiling, or thinking that he’d like to, he let the weakness take him. Surely someone would come soon and help him. It was his last thought before he fell into what he hoped was a deep sleep.

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Forrest wasn’t sure how he felt about what he’d been a part of. Sadly, he felt very little. But he had stood there as a man’s life was drained away. He wondered if Thomas had ever felt anything for him, ever. Or the countless other people that they’d not been able to find in their search.

“He deserved it.” Forrest looked at Jake, who sat on the couch across from him. “Thomas was the worst kind of monster. He preyed on the kind of people that had no one to get help from. Or they thought they didn’t have anyone.”

“The police; did you know that Quincey messed with their minds, and they saw him as a self-inflicted gunshot wound?” Jake nodded. “And are you okay with that? That not only did we take part in his death, but lied about it as well?”

“How many people do you think are going to benefit by his death?” Forrest said that he had no money and nothing of value. “No, I mean the victims that he didn’t touch, won’t be able to. You know as well as I that there wasn’t going to be an end to his treatment of others. That even though he said he’d leave people alone that he’d keep going back and back until this ended just the way it did. Not with his throat cut, but him being dead.”

“I think so, yes. But that doesn’t make it any easier to take. We watched a man die.” Jake asked him if he’d seen a man die before. “No. I mean, I was there once when a client was put to death, but I didn’t watch. It was bad enough that I had to be there.”

“I did once. When I was about seventeen, two of my buddies and I were going on a trip. I don’t remember where now, but we’d loaded up this old piece of shit van that belonged to one of them and set out. We weren’t ten miles down the road when it broke down.” Jake got up and moved toward him, kneeling on his knees at his feet. “None of us had any idea what might be under the hood of the thing, but we opened it. Just, I guess, to look manly. Anyway, there was a hissing sound and Fred decided it would be a good idea to open the radiator cap.”

“Christ.” Jake nodded. “I’m assuming from the start of your story, he was burned badly.”

“Yes, but it didn’t kill him. Sheppard, the other friend, he jumped back and was hit by a car. I mean, it should have been Fred; he was burned over sixty percent of his body. But Sheppard wasn’t touched by the hot liquid. Instead, he was tossed up in the road and killed as I stood there and watched.”

Forrest opened his legs when Jake moved between them. “I have no idea what your plan is, but our family is due here in about two hours. Not nearly enough time for whatever you have planned right now.”

“I think I can make it work. Just don’t touch me. You rush when you’re needy.” He did too, but put his arms on the back of the couch and held onto the cushions. “Forrest, you’re going to let me explore and you’ll behave.”

“I’ll try.” Jake nodded. “But I’m not making any promises. You are just too much for a poor old man like me.”

Jake was laughing when he unbuttoned Forrest’s shirt. Forrest watched as he worked each little button out of the corresponding hole. The process seemed slow, methodical almost. Like he was working to make him crazy before he touched him.

When he had his shirt opened, Jake ran his tongue over his navel, his ribs. Forrest couldn’t breathe, his body burned. Jake never touched him with anything but his mouth and his tongue. Forrest wondered briefly if when he did, he’d come.

His nipples were chewed on, nibbled enough that Forrest wanted to cup the back of Jake’s head and hold him there. But he didn’t touch him, didn’t tell him to hurry, but enjoyed watching Jake explore him. He hissed out his approval when warm hands touched his ribs.

“Your muscles are so tight here.” He nodded, not sure that he could stop himself from begging for more. “I can smell you. I never thought of a man smelling like sex, but you do. I love it.”

“I can smell you too. When you come out of the shower, it’s all I can do not to let my cat take me so that he can lick you dry. He wants to lick you someday.” Jake said he’d love that and his cat purred along his skin. “Can you feel him?”

“I can. And someday I’ll let him lick me until I come. But for now, this is my time.” Forrest nodded, then cried out when Jake swirled his tongue into his navel. He wasn’t going to make it. Whatever Jake had planned was going to be cut short because he was so close to the edge. Rocking upward, trying to hurry him along without touching him, Jake moaned. “You’re supposed to behave.”

“I am, trust me. Because what I really want to do is throw you on the floor and fuck you.” Jake’s eyes darkened. His body pressed against his. Forrest rocked upward again and gripped the cushions harder. “I’m going to come all over you.”

“Promise?” Forrest nodded and threw back his head and closed his own eyes when Jake touched his belt buckle. It was torture. Pure, complete torture.

Forrest heard the snap being released from its catch, the sound of the zipper moving over the teeth that held it closed. All this—Jake’s heavy breathing, his heart pounding in his chest—made Forrest hungry for the man, starved to have him touch him, soothe while tearing him apart. And when a breeze, hot from Jake’s mouth, blew over his hot hard cock, he looked down his body at him.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw on Jake’s face. Love, yes, but there was so much more. Understanding. Compassion, as well as a plethora of every other emotion that one would have when on the threshold of so much.

Forrest wanted to touch him, hold him in his arms. He wanted to tell him that he couldn’t live up to the love that he saw there. That it was impossible for him to be so happy. Forrest thought that should he die at this moment, his life would be complete. Then he realized that he had plenty of time to show Jake. Hours of conversations that they could share. Millions of minutes to be with him. For the rest of his life, Jake would be his.

Jake’s mouth lowered to his cock. Forrest held his breath. And when he touched his tongue to him, circled his dark crown with it, Forrest cried out. It was too much and not nearly enough at the same time.

Jake fisted his cock, suckled his balls into his mouth. His hands were everywhere, fondling, touching him. When he felt his balls in his warm hands, Forrest closed his eyes again; there was only so much that he could see, hear, and feel.

Forrest hurt, his body so close to coming, because as surely as he lay there, being loved by his lover, he knew that it was going to be his body that came, not only his cock. And when he did, he’d be lucky not to faint dead away, it was going to be that epic.

Breathing became difficult. His heart was beating so hard, so fast, that he was sure it was going to leap from his chest. And when Jake told him to come, screamed for him to do so in his head, Forrest had no choice but to let himself go.

Coming had never felt this way. His toes curled, his hair tingled. Holding Jake now, his mouth wrapped around his cock, Forrest fucked him hard, coming not twice but three times as his body seemed to erupt with each release. Even as he felt the darkness take him under, Forrest knew for as long as he lived, he’d never forget this night.

When he woke he was alone in the big room. He could hear Jake in the other room, talking to someone. There were no other voices that he could hear, so he assumed he was on the phone. Standing up, he was slightly dizzy, weak really, and had to smile. He felt fucking fantastic. Pulling his clothing together, he sat back down to pull on his shoes and looked around the room.

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