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Without thought, Jackson shoved his hips forward. He needed…something. But he couldn’t give in. He’d left Finn and Michael to decide what they wanted, and it was killing him that Jackson didn’t know the answer. Did they truly want him or if he was just something fun to play with. He would not give in first. The ball was in their court.

“I thought you knew everything,” Jackson bit out. He knew how Finn would react. Or at least he thought he did. Finn hated backtalk, so when he started to laugh, dread danced down Jackson’s spine. That…that didn’t bode well for him or what he wanted.

“Feeling bratty?” Finn teased. He dug his prickly chin against the back of Jackson’s neck.

Jackson suppressed a shudder the best he could. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not a boy!” He wasn’t. Jackson almost wished he could relax and unwind like he’d seen his friends do. He might have even secretly bought himself a few children’s toys to play with just to see the appeal, but Jackson had grown bored in only a few minutes. He didn’t find his peace that way. Maybe because there was no peace to find.

“You keep telling me that and I will respond the way I always do. You don’t have to be a boy. You don’t have to be anyone other than who you are. The real you.”

With a frustrated growl, Jackson pushed Finn’s hand away from him and slipped from between Finn’s larger body and the wall. Jackson kept his eyes down as he contemplated the distance between his hiding place and the exit. The thing was, he couldn’t make his feet move. He wanted to be with Finn even if Finn asked the impossible from him.

He opened his mouth when he heard the squeal.

“Jackson!”

Finn moved to the side as Michael came barreling toward him. Jackson had just enough time to open his arms before Michael jumped and crawled right up. Michael’s lips landed on his and Jackson was lost. The truth revealed. It didn’t matter if Finn and Michael wanted to use him for some added fun. Jackson would take what he could get. Even if it was only a portion of what he really craved.

Thrusting his tongue inside Michael’s mouth, Jackson took control of the kiss. He loved how excited Michael always seemed to be around him. Like Jackson mattered to someone. Jackson knew that was just how Michael was though. Michael was too sweet to be part of Jackson’s dark world. Jackson didn’t deserve him. Not that it mattered in moments like this. When Jackson could feel how much Michael wanted him. Michael’s erection dug into Jackson’s stomach. Turning, Jackson put Michael’s back to the wall as he continued to maul the sweet sub’s mouth.

The weight and pressure that closed behind him was…perfect. Just like always. Even better when Finn’s hands went back around him to cup his cock again.

Too many clothes, but Jackson didn’t want to stop kissing Michael long enough to suggest they go elsewhere. It wasn’t like Jackson was shy. He’d had sex in public before.

Finn’s left hand slipped under Jackson’s T-shirt to pluck at his nipple, and Jackson almost came in his jeans. He whined as he finally tore his mouth away from Michael’s.

“Do you see how much we missed you?” Finn questioned him as he drove his own erection hard against Jackson’s ass.

Missing him wasn’t the same as wanting to keep him. Jackson didn’t want to mess this moment up though, so he simply nodded instead of demanding an answer.

“Office,” Finn growled.

Not Finn’s apartment above the club but to the office. That sort of gave Jackson an idea that he wasn’t going to get the answer he wanted, but he would take at least another time with these two men. Still holding on to Michael’s waist, he allowed the smaller man to slide down the wall.

“Yeah.” Michael smiled his perfect sweet smile. “Office.” He tugged Jackson’s hand toward the back staircase.

Jackson would follow Michael anywhere so, putting one foot in front of the other, he pushed his heartache and fears deep down. He was an expert at hiding his feelings. If this was the last time he’d get to be with Michael and Finn, then Jackson was going to make the best out of this time.

Halfway up the stairs, Michael turned to walk backward. “Why didn’t you call? I’ve been worried sick about you!”

“Sorry.” Jackson wasn’t used to anyone caring about whether he returned from a job or not. Well, he guessed that wasn’t entirely true. His friends cared about him. Skinner especially had questioned Jackson over and over while they’d been gone to share what was wrong, but Jackson didn’t want to bother anyone. He knew that even as much as his friends cared about him, if he disappeared, they’d easily get over it. Just like everyone else in his life.

Jackson was never meant to be anyone important or anyone that would stay around. He’d been bred to get in and out of a place and never connect with anyone. It broke every rule he’d learned as a child that he formed a connection with Skinner, Lance, Creed, and even Mac. He should have stayed out of their lives, but Jackson had been weak and hadn’t wanted to be alone any longer. It was only the second time in his life that Jackson had done what he wanted instead of what he’d been taught. Asking Finn and Michael if they wanted him for more than a night here or there was only the second time that he’d put his own needs in front of his training.

Things might not be working out the way he wanted. And maybe it was time that he finally went on his way. Lance would be able to send him on jobs even if he left town. Just because everyone else had found a reason to stay didn’t mean that Jackson was meant for the same.

Yeah, maybe it was time that Jackson went off on his own again.

“I got in late, and I knew you had to work today,” Jackson said. “I thought I would just stop by to see you instead.” It was a lie but hey, Jackson didn’t want to hurt Michael’s feelings.

Michael frowned. “And you couldn’t call the entire time you were gone?”

“I was working,” Jackson replied softly. They didn’t discuss his job. Jackson suspected Finn knew exactly what it was that Jackson did, but Michael was too soft-hearted.

Michael stopped walking backward. “Really? Working?”

Jackson paused with one foot in the air. What was going on? Why was Michael mad at him? Couldn’t they go back to kissing? “I was working.”

“With Skinner?” Michael demanded.

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