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I nod. “Thank you for telling me and for today. I enjoyed myself.”

He lingers a moment, picking up his shorts but not putting them on right away. “I know this might sound dumb, but I justwant you to know that he loves you, and I can see that you’re good for him. I’ve never seen him so happy, and while JT has always been strong and independent, somehow he’s becoming even more so. I notice a new confidence in him. I think he’s coming into his own in ways I didn’t realize he needed.”

I smile, not because of anything I did, but because of Jay and the fact that Reggie is right. “I appreciate it, but that’s all on him. I haven’t done anything but love him.”

Reggie smiles. “Loving someone is the best thing you can do for them. It’s not some magic fix, but it makes us stronger, and from that strength, anything is possible.”

My thoughts spin with his words, my gaze holding his. He’s right, of course. Even when I look at myself—a forty-year-old man set in my ways—being with Jay has made me stronger, made me want more. “You’re wise,” I tell him.

“For my age?”

I shake my head. “No. Just wise. I’m glad he has you.”

“I’m glad he has you too.”

I wait while Reggie finishes getting dressed and then goes to talk with Jay in the kitchen. I clean up, get dressed, and strip the bed for laundry, then sit down again, staring at my phone for what feels like an eternity.

Me: John…we need to talk. We’ve been friends for too long to throw it away because I’m in love with your son. I love him, John. I should have told you that day. Please talk to me. I miss you.

I smell garlic and tomatoes when I head for the kitchen and hear the sound of Jay’s and Reggie’s laughter, which makes my chest feel lighter.

The three of us talk while Jay makes our meal, then sit at the dining room table together to eat.

Jay forces us to try dinner one at a time so he can see each of our reactions, which Reggie pretends to think is ridiculous, but I don’t think he does. The food is perfect and delicious. When eachof us tells him, after he makes sure we’re serious, I practically have to pull him down from the ceiling, he’s so excited.

Reggie stays for a little while after we eat, but then says he’s going to go home. I hug him, but Jay walks him out to his car to say goodbye, while I head up to our room.

I can’t help looking at my phone again. I bring up the message to John and see there’s no reply. Just as I toss my phone to the bed, Jay comes back in.

“Hey, you.” I do my best to give him a smile.

“Hi.” He walks over and takes my hand. I let him, Jay leading us into the bathroom. I don’t ask what we’re doing because it doesn’t matter. Whatever he needs, I’m going to give it to him—and will probably need it myself. That’s the thing about us—our needs match up so well, and part of that is because we get so much out of providing something for the other.

Jay begins to undress me, and I allow it. Once I’m naked, I watch as he takes off his clothes, then again holds my hand, pulling me to the shower. He doesn’t turn the water on, cluing me in on what he wants.

When Jay kneels in front of me, a surge of possessiveness swells in my chest.

“Please?” he asks, and that one simple word unravels any pretense of self-control. I want this as much as he does.

“Yes.” Holding the base of my cock, I angle it at him. It takes a moment before the first spurt of urine splashes against his chest. Jay moans, leans in, and closes his eyes while I mark my territory.

He dips his head, my piss in his hair, running down his back, his shoulders, his chest—a moment that others might not see as beautiful, but to us, between us, it is.

When my bladder is empty, he looks up at me—wet and smiling and so fucking perfect, he steals my breath. I pull him to his feet and crash our mouths together, not caring that I taste myurine on him. I press him against the wall, rut against him, kiss him like his mouth is the only place I can draw breaths from.

We’re writhing and moaning and so close to coming that when I sense we’re both seconds away from losing control, I pull back, then pluck the lube from the shower rack. “Your Sir wants you to fuck him.”

Jay’s pupils blow wide. I’m surprised at my own request, but I want it. Even if this isn’t something we’ve ever done, I want it now, in this moment between us.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Jay takes the bottle from me.

I press my hands against the wall. “Lick me first.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The positions we take during sex don’t matter. Regardless of who is taking cock, I’m the one in charge. We both know that, and we both want that.

Jay kneels, spreads my cheeks, and pushes his tongue against my rim. Pleasure shoots through me, his tongue working me up as he licks and tastes and devours.

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