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I sat in my car in the underground parking garage for what felt like hours while I debated what to do. In reality, it was probably more like twenty minutes before I decided to follow my gut and find Lennon's room. It wasn't as hard as you'd think. Turns out, my newfound celebrity in the last few weeks has already gained me some clout, because all it took was anautograph and a selfie for the woman at the front desk to give me Lennon's room number.

I make a mental note to not let Lennon stay at this particular hotel again. The staff's willingness to give up information like that is completely unsafe, even if it did work in my favor.

Lennon stirs, and I can't stop the giggle that escapes my mouth when he swipes at his face as if someone had been tickling him with a feather. His eyes open, just a bit, and he quickly snaps them shut and groans. The arm he has wrapped around me squeezes me tighter to his side, and I say a silent thanks to myself for being brave enough to show up here last night.

I might have taken the dangerous approach, but fuck if it hasn't already been worth it.

"No," he grumbles, shaking his head. "No, no, no. No waking up. I'm not ready for this to be over yet." He continues to mutter little 'no's' under his breath, and I reach up to stroke his cheek.

"Not ready for what to be over, honey?" My voice seems to break the sleepy trance he's in, and his eyes pop open.

"Oh my god, you're here. Tell me it was real. Tell me I didn't dream it, B. Please." His voice cracks, and something coils tight in my stomach at how impossibly soft and fragile my gentle giant can be.

"You didn't dream it, Len. I'm here." I continue to stroke his cheek as he looks down at me, his eyes glazed over with disbelief.

"Can I," he utters, barely above a whisper. "Can I kiss you, B?"

I chuckle as I nod.

"Considering we're both still covered in dry cum, I think a little kissing might be appropriate," I say, peeking my tongue out to wet my lips. Lennon shifts a bit so that we're both on our sides and lifts my chin with his thumb and his forefinger. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine, light as a feather beforepressing them against me. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin when he nips at my bottom lip, biting softly but with enough pressure that I can feel it in my toes. I lick at his mouth and he opens up for me, his tongue tangling with mine. I push closer to him, our bodies coming together and we both cringe.

"We need a shower," I say as I pull back and gesture to the gross, dried mess covering both of us. The crustiness on my skin felt so gross rubbing against the crustiness on his.

"Together?" he asks, his eyes searching mine expectantly, and I smirk, reaching down to stroke his already hardening cock.

"Of course, together. How else would we be able to jerk each other off?"

CHAPTER 18

LENNON

Now

San Francisco, California

I pinch myself on the upper thigh as I watch Breaker roll out of my bed and stroll towards the bathroom. His round, tight ass taunting me as he gets further and further away. He stops in the doorway of the bathroom, and turns to look at me. His hand runs down his chest to his groin, where he gives his thickening cock a lazy stroke.

"Coming, honey?" he asks, and I jump up.

"I sure fucking hope so," I mumble as I stalk towards him. I slide an arm under his ass and lift, and Breaker wraps his legs around my waist, just like he did earlier tonight while we were still clothed.

"Just like this," I mutter as I rub my mouth against his and walk us into the bathroom. "This is where you belong. Right here in my arms, baby. You're not allowed to walk anymore. I get to carry you everywhere from now on, you got it?" I kiss him before he can answer, and he moans so sweetly into my mouth.

"I think that might not be great for your back, Len," he giggles as I set his bare ass down on the edge of the sink and startthe shower. He watches as I test the water with my hand, waiting for it to be warm enough before I grab his hand and lead him under the spray with me.

I turn him so that his back is against my chest and let my growing erection settle in against his perfect ass cheeks. I pump some of the hotel provided shampoo into my hands and rub them together, getting them all sudsy before I lather up Breaker's hair.

"I've had so many fantasies about you, B, but this one might be my favorite. Since the day I met you, I've wanted to get my hands in this pretty head of hair of yours. Wanted to wash it and brush it and run my fingers through it, getting it all messy while you suck me from your knees. Get it all nice and dirty just so I can clean you up again." I massage his scalp and when he whimpers, my cock twitches.

"Mmm, but it's so much better than I imagined, baby," I continue. "You feel so much better than any fantasy I ever could have concocted." He trembles under my touch, and I grip his chin, turning his face with the intention of capturing his lips with my own. When I look down at him, though, I see tears staining his cheeks.

"Breaker, baby, what is it? Why are you crying? What did I do?" My voice is laced with panic, but I can't help it. Between the fighting and kissing and the sex, this whole thing is giving me emotional whiplash. Lying in bed after getting each other off, I finally felt like he wasn't slipping away from me for the first time in months. I can't take it if he starts to slip again.

"You didn't do anything, Lennon," he sobs, turning and burying his face into my shoulder. I wrap my hands around him and stroke his back as he convulses in sad cries against me. "It's me, it's all fucking me. I hate myself. I'm a monster. The way I've treated you, the things I said to you, and for what? Because I thought you didn't like me back? I'm such an asshole. I'mthatfucking guy, the one who acts like he's entitled to someone else's reciprocated feelings. I've been disgusted with myself for months and now what? You're just fine? You let me into your room, into your bed like it's nothing? I don't deserve it, Len. I'm not worthy of you. Not by a long shot. It wasn't an accident. I chose my words carefully. I wastryingto hurt you. How can you be okay with that?"

I pause and think as he continues to cry on my shoulder. It's not like he doesn't have a point. We both know how he acted. Hell, anyone who spends any time around us knows that he's particularly cold towards me. The thing is, I understand why now. I understand the pain, the longing, the need to blow things out of proportion and push me away in the name of self preservation. I might have been hurt by his actions, but letting him stand here hating himself isn't going to do either of us any good.

"Did you mean it?" I ask, and he looks up at me with swollen red eyes. "When you said we weren't friends, that I was pathetic. Did you mean it?"

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