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  Yeah. Made perfect sense.

  He pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and crept past Mitch and Nikko’s bedroom toward the rear of the house, where the door to the attic was located.

  It was open.

  Randy smiled. Either Jesse didn’t care if someone walked in on him, or… it was an invitation. He stepped through the doorway and climbed the wooden staircase carefully, thankful none of the treads creaked, until he found himself in the attic, a fairly large space where sloping wood-lined ceilings met at the apex of the roof. There were windows at the gable ends, but apart from an oak chest of drawers, a nightstand, and a bed, there was nothing else in the room. It was narrower than Randy had expected, but that was because part of it had been turned into a closet or possibly a bathroom—a door was set in the middle of the constructed wall.

  Light flooded the room, coming from a lamp beside the bed, where Jesse sat. “Don’t tell me. You got lost,” he said quietly, smirking. He seemed wide-awake.

  Randy walked carefully across the varnished wooden floorboards toward the bed. “I couldn’t sleep.” He sat on the edge of the mattress.

  “So you figured you’d come and disturb me instead,” Jesse quipped. He shrugged. “As you can see, I couldn’t sleep either.” He gave Randy a gentle smile. “I hoped you’d come.”

  Randy cocked his head to one side. “Are we talking me coming to your bedroom, or to Maine?”

  “Definitely the former. The latter? Maybe a little.”

  Randy nodded slowly. “Sure. Tell me not to come looking, then hope I’d ignore you. That makes sense.” He should have stopped right there, but something in him was still stinging. “Waking up that morning to find you gone? That hurt.”

  Jesse winced. “I guess I deserved that. And I am sorry it took me a while to send that email. I just needed a little time to figure out what I wanted to say.”

  “The email took away the sting of your text. Because receiving that, after….” Randy swallowed. “After we made love…. And it was that, for me. I know you said I was amazing, but… hell, you must say that to a lot of guys… after.”

  Jesse’s mouth fell open, and his eyes widened. “You… think that was a line? Fuck, no.”

  “Well, what was I supposed to think? When you hightailed it out of there?” Randy’s chest tightened. “And as far as I was concerned, yeah, that night was amazing. I’d finally gotten you where I wanted you.”

  “In your bed?”

  Randy shook his head. “In my life.”

  Jesse leaned back against his pillows. “So what happened to Mr. Straight Cop?”

  Randy smiled. “Uh-uh. That would be Mr. Bi Cop.”

  “Wow.” Jesse blinked. “You just flicked a switch, huh?”

  “Nope.” Randy sighed. “I never once considered I might be bi before the Black Lounge. But that whole experience opened my eyes. It made me look at myself. Then when my neighbor Owen challenged me, I—”

  “Challenged you?” Jesse seemed more alert.

  Randy chuckled. “Long story, which ended up with me taking some online tests.”

  Jesse was grinning. “Let me guess. ‘Am I gay?’”

  “Kind of. And I kept doing them until I got the results I wanted. But I knew, all right. They only confirmed what I’d come to realize. Still, I had to know for sure.” He stared unblinking at Jesse. “And I found out, that night with you.”

  “What did that teach you?” Jesse asked softly, throwing off his covers and crawling across the bed to where Randy sat. He knelt beside him, hands resting on his thighs.

  Randy groaned. “Did you have to sleep naked?”

  “Answer the question.” Jesse reached out and cupped Randy’s cheek.

  Randy locked gazes with him, his face held steadily in Jesse’s warm hand. “I learned that it felt good to hold a man in my arms. More importantly, it was you I wanted there. I learned that your kiss made me tremble. It made me want more. I learned that… being inside you felt so good… so right. That listening to you, hearing you laugh, holding you…. This is what’s important.”

  Jesse nodded. “I learned some things too.” His fingers were gentle on Randy’s cheek. “That it was possible to give myself to someone, heart, body, and soul. To… lose myself in them—in you. And it scared me to death, because I couldn’t have what I wanted.”

  “And what was that?”

  Jesse swallowed hard. “You… in my life.”

  Randy’s heart pounded. “Why not? We can make this work. We… we have to.”

  “Why?” Jesse demanded.

  “Because I love you!” God, it felt so goddamn good to finally say the words.

  Jesse’s breathing hitched. “You… love me?”

  Randy pulled Jesse into his lap, his hands on Jesse’s back. “With all my heart. And no, I don’t have a clue how to make this work. I only know I can’t lose you.” He took a deep breath. “The question is, do—”

  “Like you have to fucking ask,” Jesse gasped out as he fused his mouth with Randy’s, lips locked in a kiss that set Randy’s soul alight.

  Randy slipped his hands under Jesse’s ass, supporting him as he rose from the bed, Jesse clinging to him, arms looped around his neck. Randy turned and lowered him carefully to the bed before removing his T-shirt and shorts, his own dick already reacting to the sight of Jesse on his back, slowly pumping his cock, his gaze trained on Randy.

  Jesse held out a hand. “Let’s make love.”

  Randy had never heard sweeter words.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “GOD, I feel like a cop in a donut factory. I don’t know where I wanna start first,” Randy joked as he gazed at Jesse’s prone body.

  Jesse laughed quietly. “Decisions, decisions. Is it gonna be frosting, sprinkles, or the creme filling?” He waggled his dick in the air, and that got a laugh. Then he had an idea. “Can I do something for you?”

  “I thought we’d be doing that already,” Randy quipped.

  Jesse smacked his leg. “Let me give you a really good massage.” He let go of his cock and flexed his fingers. “I’m good at it, honest. You’ll be so relaxed by the time I’m done.” He grinned. “Which is precisely how I want you when I slide my dick into your ass.”

  Fuck, that hitch in Randy’s breathing was hot. What made it amusing was the way he immediately lay facedown, legs spread.

  Jesse let out a low chuckle. “I’m guessing you like that idea.”

  Randy turned his head to one side to stare at him. “You’re still here? Go get the massage oil or whatever it is you’re using.”

  Jesse was still chuckling when he found the oil in the closet. He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Randy as he poured a little oil into his cupped palm.

  “Don’t I need a towel to cover my butt?” Randy mumbled into the pillow.

  Jesse slid his hands leisurely over Randy’s shoulders and back. “It’s not that kinda massage,” he murmured. “This one definitely comes with a happy ending.”

  He caught Randy’s muffled chuckle. “You said comes.”

  “How old are you?” Jesse pressed his thumbs lightly on either side of Randy’s spine and moved down his back.

  “Old enough that I’m getting hard at the thought of what’s coming my way.”

  Jesse leaned over and kissed the back of his neck. “Enjoy getting there.” He sat astride Randy, his shaft resting on Randy’s crack as he made circles with his thumbs into the flesh at the base of Randy’s neck before rocking gently as he manipulated Randy’s back, moving up and down.

  “Feels like I’m not the only one who’s hard,” Randy muttered, his head slightly to one side.

  Jesse smiled to himself as he continued working Randy’s back, just above the swell of his ass. Then he changed position, shifting to one side while he worked his fingers into Randy’s thighs and calves, moving toward his feet.

  “Hey! You missed a bit.” Randy sounded indignant.

  “Oh, hush. You know I’m gonna get there. Now will
you stop focusing on me fucking you, and concentrate on melting into this mattress? Switch off your mind and enjoy it, for God’s sake.” He couldn’t help smiling as he listened to Randy grumble about it being difficult to switch off anything when a sexy fucker was sliding oily hands all over his body.

  Jesse figured he had a point. But it was when he got to Randy’s feet that things got interesting.

  “Straighten your legs,” Jesse instructed. “Let your feet hang over the edge of the bed.” Randy complied, and he rubbed his knuckles into the arch of Randy’s foot, kneading it, before moving to his toes, where he pressed his fingertips into the gaps between each toe, rubbing gently.

  “Oh.” Randy’s soft moan had lost all of its former irritation. “Yeah.”

  Jesse didn’t react but supported Randy’s foot carefully while he used his thumbs to rub the heel, the arch, and the ball of his foot. Smiling, he got off the bed and stood at the end of it, lifting Randy’s feet until they met Jesse’s dick, where he pushed his hard shaft between them, the oil helping it to slide through.

  “Oh fuck,” Randy whispered.

  Jesse held Randy’s feet together while he gently thrust his dick between them, moving slickly, keeping the pace unhurried. When Randy began to dry hump the bed, Jesse guessed it was time for a gear change. He climbed onto the bed and gently parted Randy’s thighs until he was able to kneel between them. Jesse trickled oil over Randy’s asscheeks and into his crease, then put the bottle aside and began the slow, sensual process of working those firm globes. He dug his thumbs into the swell of his ass, gently pulling his cheeks apart, revealing more and more of that pink hole.

  Randy lifted up slightly to adjust himself, then lay back down, only now, his balls and the head of his dick were visible between his legs. Jesse smiled at the hint before stroking the tops of Randy’s thighs, making sure his fingertips grazed Randy’s balls and cockhead.

  “I like your technique,” Randy murmured.

  “I’m glad.” Jesse used his thumbs to manipulate the firm flesh, each time stretching Randy’s hole a little wider. He concentrated on one asscheek, sliding the side of his hand through Randy’s crack, his fingers stroking his balls, before applying the same attention to the other cheek. With every pass of Jesse’s hand over his hole, Randy let out a low sound of arousal and desire. Finally, Jesse spread his cheeks wide, bent over, and gently brushed the tip of his tongue across Randy’s pucker.

  Randy’s soft exhale was music to Jesse’s ears.

  Jesse continued to focus his attention on Randy’s hole, alternating between tongue and fingers, listening as Randy’s moans became more frequent, accompanied by the gentle rolling of his hips as he chased the sensations.

  “Stop!”

  Jesse halted instantly and drew back as Randy flipped over, his cock rising, a hard exclamation point of flesh.

  “Now, please,” he begged.

  Jesse shifted to lie beside him, stroking Randy’s dick. Then he leaned over to kiss him, Randy’s hands in constant motion on Jesse’s nape and chest. There was so much hunger in that kiss that Jesse shivered in anticipation.

  When he broke the kiss, Randy reached for Jesse’s dick, stroked it, cupped his balls, and squeezed them before he tugged on Jesse’s shaft. “I want this, now.”

  “Then suck it, babe, while I get you ready.”

  Randy wasted no time getting onto all fours and taking Jesse’s cock into his mouth. Jesse reached into the nightstand drawer to grab the lube and a couple of condoms, momentarily distracted when Randy took him a little deeper. Jesse gave a shudder, forgetting his intentions as he placed his hand on Randy’s head, Jesse’s hips in motion as he thrust up into that glorious mouth.

  “Yeah, that’s it. You’ve got me so hard.”

  Randy pulled away for a moment and grinned. “Your fingers. My ass. Get busy.” Then he went back to his task, seemingly hell-bent on making Jesse shoot his load into Randy’s mouth.

  Jesse chuckled and opened the tube. “This what you want?” He slowly pushed his index finger deep inside Randy’s tight hole. Randy groaned around his dick, his head bobbing faster. Jesse kept the motion slow and steady, loving how Randy’s body tightened around his finger, hot and silky….

  God, how he ached to slide his cock into that heat.

  By the time he’d added a second finger, Randy was pushing back hard, riding it, rocking between Jesse’s slick fingers and his dripping dick—and Jesse didn’t want to wait a second longer. He pulled free of Randy’s body and grabbed his cock around the base.

  “Ride me?”

  RANDY WAS off his shaft in a heartbeat. He grabbed a condom packet from where Jesse had left them on the bed, tore it open, and tried to unfurl it down Jesse’s solid length. His fingers trembled.

  “Hey, go slow,” Jesse said softly. “We’re gonna take our time, okay?” His hand joined Randy’s, unrolling the latex to its full length.

  Randy fought to breathe evenly as Jesse squeezed more lube onto the head, slicking up the shaft. “That’s it. Can’t have too much lube.” He held his arms wide. “Now come here and kiss me.”

  Randy straddled Jesse’s body and bent down to kiss him, Jesse’s hands on his head and neck as their tongues met. Jesse stroked his back, moving lower to his waist before finally caressing his ass. Randy shivered as Jesse’s dick rubbed through his crack, hot against his hole, but Jesse simply stroked his ass and thighs, seemingly in no hurry to penetrate him.

  His calm proved infectious. Randy’s breathing slowed, and he lost himself in Jesse’s tender, lingering kisses.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Jesse murmured against his lips. “Just enjoy this.”

  Randy smiled. “I could kiss you all night long.”

  Jesse chuckled. “And with your scruff, I’d end up with swollen lips and beard burn. This is how it should be. Slow, hot, toe-curling…. And when you’re ready, guide me in.”

  Randy sat up, reached back, and brought the head of Jesse’s cock to lightly kiss his hole.

  Jesse didn’t break eye contact. His hands were on Randy’s waist, gentle and warm. “Now sit back on it, as slow as you like.”

  Randy pushed back a little, meeting resistance.

  Jesse nodded. “Breathe. That’ll help.”

  In spite of his nervous state, Randy chuckled. “Breathing always helps, I find.” He pushed a little harder, until— “Oh, fuck, you’re hard.” He stilled, conscious of being stretched and filled. Jesse didn’t move, his hands so gentle on Randy’s chest and belly, his gaze never leaving Randy’s. Eventually, Randy eased down a bit more, breathing deeply.

  “It’s gonna feel so good in a minute,” Jesse assured him.

  Randy sank down until his ass met Jesse’s thighs, and Jesse was all the way inside him. “God, I feel that,” he moaned. “Like I’m sitting with a tent pole up my ass.”

  Jesse chuckled. “I’m flattered, but I’m nowhere near that thick. Or long, if it comes to that. Now lift yourself up a little, then sit back on it.” He grabbed Randy’s ass and pulled his cheeks gently apart. “That might feel a bit easier.”

  Randy made a few experimental movements and let out a sigh. “Oh yeah.” That felt a whole lot better. He rocked slowly, aware that the initial burn was fading with each press of Jesse’s dick inside him. He grinned. “You were right. This… this feels good.”

  Jesse nodded. “Now hold still and let me do the driving for a while.”

  Randy did as instructed—and gasped as Jesse tilted his hips and slid deep inside him, his asscheeks still spread by Jesse’s gentle hands. Randy braced himself, his hand flat to the wooden-clad wall, gazing down at Jesse’s earnest, sweet face.

  He smiled. “You can go faster.”

  Jesse grinned. “You might wanna reconsider that. I can go pretty damn fast.” He thrust up into Randy, a little harder, and what felt like a hell of a lot deeper, and Randy moaned.

  “More.”

  Then Jesse was sliding in and out of his ass, making him shudder, making
him hotter, until his awareness had narrowed to the wonderful friction they were creating between them, the heat that increased with every thrust.

  “Think I wanna ride some more,” he gasped out. With one hand still braced against the wall and the other planted on the bed, he started to rock a bit faster, loving the feeling of impaling himself on Jesse’s shaft in short, quick bursts.

  “Can’t stop touching you,” Jesse blurted out, stroking his chest, his waist, his ass. “And fuck, your ass feels amazing.” In the midst of all that passionate rocking, they kissed, over and over again, Jesse’s fingers teasing his nipples and sending shock waves of pleasures darting through him.

  “Gotta slow down,” Randy choked out, pressing his hands to Jesse’s chest and reducing his motion to a gentle rock-and-roll of his hips. Fuck, that felt even better.

  “Oh wow.” Jesse gazed up at him, his lips parted. “My favorite—nice and slow.” They moved together, their bodies synchronized in a leisurely undulation. Then Randy leaned back, his hands braced on Jesse’s thighs, and the change in angle brought him that much closer to the edge.

  “Want to come when I’m inside you,” he murmured.

  Jesse stroked his belly, his eyes wide. “How do you want me?”

  “On your back.” Randy eased out of him, and Jesse grabbed the remaining condom packet and eagerly tore it open with his teeth. It felt like mere seconds had passed before Jesse had his knees to his chest, his legs hooked over Randy’s arms, and Randy was sliding his gloved dick deep inside him. His lips met Jesse’s in a long, sensual kiss before he whispered, “Nice and slow. I remember.”

  Then they were kissing without ceasing, Jesse’s hands on Randy’s thighs as Randy rolled his hips, slowly stroking his cock in and out of Jesse’s body, Jesse breaking the kiss to gasp that Randy was so fucking deep, before seeking Randy’s lips yet again.

  Fuck, the heat…. Sweat dripped from Randy’s body, mingling with Jesse’s, both of them slick, which only added to the sensuality of it all as skin slid against skin. Now and again Randy sat back, his hands firm on Jesse’s thighs, keeping up that gentle rocking motion while Jesse tugged at his dick, both unable to keep silent. Then it was back to kissing, only now Randy picked up a little speed, thrusting into Jesse with short, quick strokes, until Jesse was shaking, his hand a blur on his shaft, and Randy knew they’d reached the end of their erotic dance.