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“No!” He couldn’t let Anthony think he had a secret toe thing going on. “It’s a nothing place.”

“It’s not a nothing place, if you like being touched there.”

He swallowed, knowing Anthony was right. It was no different to learning how someone liked their dick sucked. “The crease beneath my ass cheek.”

Anthony moved his leg and traced the crease with the tip of his finger. “There?”

Cillian suppressed a shudder. “Yeah.”

“Do you like being licked there, too?”

“Mmm.” He thrust his hips toward Anthony, loving the way their cocks brushed against each other in a delicate tease. He wanted to wrap his hand around both of them, but he also didn’t want to jump straight to the end.

So he touched Anthony everywhere but his dick. Only when they were both breathing hard and desperate for more did he reach between them. Pre-cum made his hand slick.

Anthony muttered a curse as he watched. Then he added his hand, sweeping over the heads. His breathing quickened, then he stilled as he came, shooting over his stomach and spilling over their hands.

Cum made Cillian’s strokes slick and pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his climax swept through him, leaving him boneless for the second time that night.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

It was midmorningwhen Anthony woke alone in Cillian’s bed. He lay there for several heartbeats, listening and wondering if he was alone in the apartment. When he couldn’t hear anyone moving around, he got up.

His clothes were scattered on the floor, where they’d been discarded the prior night. He pulled on his briefs and jeans, a sock falling out of the leg as he did. He ignored the sock because, while he was quite happy to walk around barefoot, he was not walking around the apartment naked. They were not that close, and he wasn’t that comfortable.

He stepped out of the bedroom and grabbed his shirt off the floor. As he did, he spotted Cillian, sitting at a keyboard that Anthony had thought was a desk last night. He had headphones on, fingers flying over the keys as he followed the music in front of him.

For several heartbeats, Anthony stood there not sure what to do. Cillian was consumed with playing. For how long had he been sitting there? He hadn’t even bothered to dress, wearing only pajama pants.

Should he make a noise?

Sneak away?

Walk over and greet him with a kiss?

Ten years ago, he’d have gathered the rest of his clothes and left, except he wanted thisfriendshipbetween them to be more than one night. Did Cillian feel the same, or was this a sign Anthony should leave without disturbing him?

Cillian turned the page with one hand while the other kept playing. He paused, catching sight of Anthony, and pulled off his headphones. “I didn’t see you there, sorry.”

There was a smile on his lips; his gaze drifted over Anthony’s body.

Anthony closed the distance between them and kissed his cheek. “You were busy. What time did you get up?”

“Um…” Cillian peered around Anthony to check the time on the microwave. “About an hour ago. I need to work on these songs before the tour, and I have a meeting with a composer today when I’d usually practice. My agent put me forward for this movie soundtrack… What? You seem surprised.”

He was surprised. “I guess I didn’t realize what you did.”

“You thought I rolled out of bed and played a couple of concerts a year?”

He wasn’t sure what to say. “I figured it was more than that. You mentioned teaching, though I can’t imagine you teaching kids.”

Cillian laughed. “That’s so cute. I don’t teach children. I only teach grade six and above.”

Anthony frowned. “They’re still children.”

“Grade six piano.”

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