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“Then fuck me.” He rips open the pack of lube and squeezes half of it onto his fingers. He turns around and with one arm braced against the wall, he reaches behind himself with slick fingers.

I drop to my knees to watch. His ass muscles flex and relax, his hole opens up, and his fingers disappear inside. My hands shake with need as I open the condom packet and roll it on.

I sink my teeth into the firm, fleshy part of his ass before standing and pulling his hand out of the way. Donnie’s got both arms on the wall, back arched, ass stuck out for me. Water splashes across his body and he looks over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, voice sultry. “What are you waiting for?”

Fucking hell, it’s a miracle I don’t come on the spot. “Just committing the view to memory.”

I line myself up and we both groan as I sink into him. My body fits over his so perfectly, his back against my chest, my groin flush against his ass. I nip at his neck with my teeth and slide my hands all over his chest and stomach.

“Fuck, Connor. Give it to me, darling.”

I love it when he calls me darling. It makes me feel so special, so precious. I pull back until only the head of my cock is inside him, then I snap my hips forward. Donnie’s cry echoes off the tiled walls. Anyone in the locker room can hear him. Hell, people out on the main floor can probably hear him too.

Let them hear. Let them know what we’re doing together, to each other.

I fuck him rough and dirty. We have time for slow and sweet later. His shoulders bunch and flex, his thighs shake from the force of my thrusts into his body. He takes every inch I have to offer. He sucks me in until it feels like my whole body is going to disappear inside him.

Donnie shifts his weight onto one arm and reaches down to grasp himself with the other. Then he’s coming, clamping down on me like a vise, throwing his head back and biting his lip to keep his scream inside.

I ram myself as deep into him as I can go and join him, emptying myself out in him. I’ll never get tired of this, of being inside him, getting all tangled up with him. I want to do it every day for the rest of my life.

Beau and Gavin are in the locker room when Donnie and I finally get around to cleaning ourselves up.

“Having fun?” Gavin asks, his eyes twinkling.

Donnie rolls his eyes and I try to duck behind him. “Yeah, we are,” he says.

“It’s a good thing we keep supplies handy then, isn’t it?” Beau says dryly.

Donnie throws a glare in his direction and I get a sense the comment is part of a larger conversation. “Yeah, it is.”

“Connor, Donnie tells us you’re a filmmaker?” Gavin asks, as Donnie and I get dressed.

He keeps doing that, going around calling me a filmmaker when I haven’t made any films yet. “Uh, yeah, sorta.”

“Not sorta. You are.” Donnie says it like if he’s emphatic enough, it’ll make it true.

“Have you met Sebastian?” Gavin goes on.

The name doesn’t sound familiar. “I don’t think so.”

“He’s sorta a filmmaker too.”

I don’t know Gavin well enough to know if he’s joking. “Oh yeah?”

“He makes porn,” Beau says, like it’s no big deal. Like every other person on the street makes porn.

My face goes hot. “Oh, uh, that’s not the type of films I wanna make. I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Sex work is real work and all that. It’s just… not… me…”

Donnie’s smothering a laugh. Beau’s shaking his head. Gavin comes over and slings an arm around my shoulder.

“That’s cool. I just thought you two would have stuff to talk about. You know, like equipment and angles and stuff.” There’s enough innuendo in Gavin’s voice that I wonder whether he’s talking about equipment or equipment.

“Okay…”

“He’s out front. Want to meet him?”

I shoot Donnie a questioning look.

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