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“Miles,” he murmured.

Miles eased his fingers out and Tanner watched him roll a condom on then moved his legs farther apart as Miles moved between them. Miles leaned over him and kissed him. Tanner groaned and grabbed Miles’ hair as he returned his kiss, his body shaking when he felt the head of Miles’ cock rubbing his wrinkled flesh. When he pushed inside, he gasped and tensed but Miles stopped and waited.

“Okay,” he whispered when he felt the burn ease.

Miles kissed him again as he slowly slid inside, and when he was fully in, he whispered, “Ready?”

Tanner whimpered as he nodded, his legs lifting to wrap around Miles’ hips. He’d never had sex like this. It had been a necessary act, but that wasn’t what he had with Miles. When Miles moved within his body, Tanner couldn’t help but respond. His legs tightened around Miles’ body, his fingers tugging on Miles’ hair as he thrust his tongue into Miles’ mouth.

Miles groaned, his body shaking as he picked up speed. He moved harder and faster and Tanner urged him on, desperate to come. He whimpered Miles’ name, sweat breaking out over his skin. Miles kissed him, their tongues tangling, his fingers digging into Tanner’s hips, sweat-soaked skin sliding together.

Tanner groaned, shuddering, his orgasm building and his body tightening a second before he came. He groaned loudly, his body shuddering, his body drowning in ecstasy. He could feel Miles moving, hear his harsh pants, then felt him slam inside, grinding his hips against Tanner’s ass before stilling over him.

A minute or so later, Miles lifted his head and softly kissed Tanner’s lips. He eased out of him then took care of the condom before lying on the bed next to him.

Tanner lay on his back, lying next to Miles. Sweat cooled on his skin and the sheets were twisted around his legs. Next to him the mattress shifted, then stilled. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling his heartbeat slow.

Miles’ hand settled on his hip. “You okay?” Miles asked, as he rolled onto his side and looked down at him.

Tanner let out a short breath. “Yeah.”

Miles didn’t move his hand. “You don’t sound okay.”

Tanner almost told him to leave it but instead he said, “I stole.”

Miles nodded. “Okay.”

Tanner kept his eyes on the ceiling. “Food. Clothes. Whatever I could get and sell. Cash if somebody was stupid enough to leave it where I could take it.” He swallowed. “Then other stuff.”

Miles’ voice was even when he asked, “What other stuff?”

“Running drugs. Delivering packages for people who didn’t want to be seen with them. Carrying whatever I was told to carry so long as they paid me. It paid more than sweeping floors.”

Miles didn’t say anything.

Tanner continued to stare at the ceiling. “When that still wasn’t enough…” He stopped for a second, then made himself keep going. “I sold myself.”

Miles stayed quiet.

Tanner gave a short, humorless laugh. “That the part where you start looking at me different?”

Miles propped himself up slightly on one arm. “No.”

Tanner looked at him then, searching his face for it anyway. Disgust. Pity. Regret. Anything that would make sense, but he didn’t find it.

“I did what I had to do,” Tanner said. His voice came out quieter than he meant it to, but maybe that was better. “I wasn’t out there making choices because I wanted the experience. I did what kept us fed. What kept a roof over us. What kept Savannah with me.” He held Miles’ gaze. “That was the point.”

Miles looked back at him steadily. “I know.”

Tanner frowned. “No, you don’t.”

“I know enough.”

He pushed upright and swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his underwear on the floor.

“You don’t know what it was like,” he muttered.

“No,” Miles answered behind him. “I don’t.”