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They both looked down at Jesse’s gaping pants and spent cock, and the white spatters on the wooden floor beneath him.

“Fuck me, that’s so hot,” Trevor moaned. He urged Jesse to stand, gripping his hips and leaning in to clean him up with his tongue, the sight of him lapping up the fluid clinging to the reddened, sensitive head making Jesse cry out.

With a last kiss to the tip of Jesse’s dick, Trevor sat back, his glasses smudged and askew. “Exercise your boyfriend privilege whenever you want. Jesus Christ.” His mouth went slack and Jesse wondered if he was fantasizing about what he suddenly was—Jesse straddling his lap while they fucked on Trevor’s chair, or Trevor flat on his back, legs over Jesse’s shoulders while Jesse took him on his desk.

“I can’t wait,” Jesse murmured, and he watched hungrily as Trevor tucked himself away. “Well, I guess I’ll let you finish your work now.”

Jesse zipped up and turned to leave, yelping when Trevor gave his ass a sharp smack. He headed for the shower, a goofy grin on his face.

Boyfriend privilege. Hell, yeah.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The knock at the door sounded overly loud, although it wasn’t. Trevor stood in the foyer breathing deeply, making a concerted effort to relax his clenched fists. At last he swung the door open, hoping he didn’t look as pale and sick as he felt, although judging by the expression on Carl’s face upon seeing him, he did.

“Hey, Trev,” Carl said tentatively. “You okay?”

Trevor stood back to let him in, not feeling the need to pretend. “No, not really.”

He offered Carl some coffee, relieved when he accepted because that meant stalling a little longer, and they spent several minutes in the kitchen making small talk until at last Carl laid a gentle hand on his forearm.

“You sure you want to do this now?”

Trevor grimaced. “If not now, when? It’s not ever going to get any easier.”

With a last concerned look at Trevor’s face, Carl stood to put his mug in the sink. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I guess I’ll get started. Why don’t you go sit outside or something, honey?” He broke off, a sheepish look flitting across his face. “Sorry. Old habits.”

Trevor bit his lip. “If we’re revisiting old habits, then I, uh, could really use a hug right now.”

Without another word Carl drew him into his arms, and Trevor put his head on his shoulder, leaning into him. They swayed together, Trevor breathing in the scent of the expensive cologne Carl always wore, wondering why it didn’t seem familiar anymore. Instead he ached for Jesse, for the hard planes of his chest, the smell of his clean sweat after a hard day’s work.

Still, Carl’s solid, comforting presence was a balm to Trevor’s fragile heart, a heart that was breaking into jagged pieces all over again.

Finally Trevor pulled away. “Thanks. And yes, I’ll sit outside while you—” He gave a helpless gesture. Carl patted him on the arm once, waiting while Trevor refreshed his coffee and gathered up his laptop before hurrying to open the patio door for him and then close it softly behind him.

Trevor perched on his favorite chair, feeling cold despite the heat of the late morning sun. He clutched his hot mug, listening to the faint sounds of Carl moving around inside the house and trying not to think about what he was doing in there.

Giving up his half-hearted attempts to do some work, Trevor pulled his phone to him and thumbed his contacts open, scrolling to Jesse’s name to re-read their last dozen or so texts. He couldn’t help but smile at the sweet silliness of their exchanges, just like kids with their first crush.

“Oh, Jess.” Dropping the phone to his lap, Trevor stared out over the pool, remembering Jesse’s last call three days ago.

“Finally got a signal! God, I miss you.” Jesse’s voice was low and fervent. “How are you? What’ve you been up to?”

“Oh, you know, this and that. Doing some work, making some phone calls. Missing you.”

Jesse sighed, and Trevor asked, “Any idea when you’ll be home?”

“Not really,” Jesse said regretfully. “We’ve already gone way off the grid here, and who knows where we’ll end up and when.” He paused. “It’s helping, though. A lot. We all have a fuck-ton of shit to unpack and—”

When he didn’t go on, Trevor said, his voice gentle, “Take all the time you need, okay? I’m fine, I promise.”

Jesse blew out another breath. “Okay. I’ll call again as soon as I can.”

“I love you.”

There was a long hesitation, and Trevor wondered if his Army buddies were standing right there. He was about to let Jesse off the hook with a goodbye when Jesse said loudly and firmly, “I love you, too. Bye, babe.”

Right before Jesse ended the call, Trevor could hear hoots and hollers coming from the guys he was with. “Ooh, Byrney! Who was—”