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“Fuck,” he whispered, looking at his lap, my eyes, his lap again. “Fuck.”

“Next time you come, Nate,” I started, circling the flushed tip with my thumb, “it’ll be in my ass.”

“Mmmm.” He moaned, strained and powerful, and oh so damn sexy. His head hit the fridge a final time and his cock spasmed in my hand, spurting cum all over his abs and chest. His palms pressed against the floor and his back made the jars on top of the fridge rattle, but his body and the way it strained in bliss captured all my attention.

So fucking glad we had a thing for each other.

When he relaxed, sinking and slumping down the fridge, he sighed. “Okay, power bottom. Devon was right.” He scratched his hip, making the mosquito bites turn red.

“About what?” I dropped his cock and stared at the cum on my fingers, tempted to lick them clean.

“Nothing. Shit, Xavi. How’re we gonna get anything done if we have the option to be sexy all the time?”

Didn’t think we got a lot done anyway, so I wasn’t too worried about it. “Come on. Let’s recap on the deck.”

“There’re June bugs out there,” he said.

“Come on. Let’s recap on the couch.” I put his hat back on. “Because Devon and Maddox made being gay seem hard, and so far, it’s easy breezy. Are we missing something?”

Nate shrugged, too sated to care. “We can get a kink list and work off that or something.”

I washed my hands and hauled him to his feet. “A kink list, eh?” I grinned. “Hand-holding is already on mine.”

He smiled. It was a shy, bashful look that made my heart speedy, but then he had to go and ruin the romance of it.

“Hold that thought, Xav. I’ve been sitting in fridge juice this whole time. Ew! This is why I wear socks. Quick shower.”

Yeah. My dream fridge wouldn’t have that problem. Yet another reason to get it.

CHAPTER15

NATE

Standingon Seth and Naomi’s front lawn again, this time because Naomi was pissed at Seth and had kicked him out, I listened to Xavi try to talk her down. I’d love to go in there and help him, but my solution would be to call her a cunt and tell her to stop ruining everyone’s lives. I figured Xavi didn’t need that shit. I was here for backup and moral support, and that was about it.

I squinted through the trees next door and saw some kid moving from shed to shed, stuffing things in his pockets as he went. I wasn’t above thievery, but those were good people he was stealing from, so naturally, a foot chase was in my near future. I stretched my hammies and rolled my rusty ankle joints.

When the kid caught me looking, his eyes widened real big, and then he booked it.

“Shit.” I sucked in a lungful of air and hoped it’d get me where I needed to go. I took off after him, and not even ten seconds later, I heard Xavi shout after me to ask what we were running from. He followed. Loved how he matched my energy, no questions asked.

This kid ran all throughout the park, but he avoided the paths and the roads. He cut through yards and alleys, squeezed his way under fences we had to go around, and weaved so many times I almost lost him.

“Hold the fuck up, Forrest Gump!” I shouted.

Luckily, my shout made him look backwards, and the little shit tripped over an old tire and faceplanted on the grass. Wheezing and cramping up in my sides, I hauled him to his feet and breathed really hard in his face.

“Let me go!” he shouted, smacking at me.

“God, you’re a pissy fire ant.” I let him go. “The fuck you running from?”

“You,” he deadpanned, glancing behind me at Xavi, who was once again keeled over, dry heaving in the bushes from exertion. “What d’you want?”

I was about to call him out for stealing like I was some peace officer, then I felt like shit about that and decided not to. Instead, I looked at him and saw… myself. Young me and Devon. Poor, dirty, wearing shitty, ripped clothing and shoes that didn’t fit, concave stomach because food was sparse, and that bulldog spark in his eyes that told me he was a fighter, just like we were. Even had our dirty blond hair and blue eyes that reflected anger and insecurities mixed up together.

He was just a trailer park kid, out on his own at dusk because he probably didn’t feel right about being wherever he lived.

“You live here?” I asked while Xavi got himself sorted.

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