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I take my time looking anyway. His chest, the dark hair under his arms, the heavy curve of his dick as it starts to lift. Ben lets me. By the time his eyes come back to my face, he’s wearing the smallest version of his locker-room glare.

“Good morning,” I say.

“Morning.”

He crosses the kitchen and takes the mug from my hand. I expect him to drink it. Instead, he sets it behind me and backs me into the counter. I get one hand around the side of his neck before he kisses me.

His mouth is warm. He tastes like sleep, and the first pass of his tongue is lazy enough that I smile into it. Ben slides a hand under my T-shirt and rubs his palm over my stomach.

“Good morning,” I say again against his lips.

“You said that.”

“It got better.”

He kisses me before I can grin at him. His body presses closer, all that bare skin against my shirt and sweatpants, and his cock fills against my hip. I run my hand down his back and over his ass, squeezing until he makes a low sound and pushes into me harder.

My fingers find one of the bruises at the top of his thigh. I rub my thumb over it, and Ben shudders against my mouth. My cock starts getting hard.

Ben notices.

His hand drops into my sweatpants and closes around me. I suck in a breath as he draws my cock through his fist, slow at first, then tighter when I thrust into his grip. My pants slide lower on my hips. Ben’s naked cock presses against the back of his hand, and I reach between us to wrap my fingers around both.

He groans into my mouth, and I squeeze both our cocks harder.

We can make this quick. We don’t even need to leave the kitchen. If we hurry, we might still have time to shower together.

Ben knocks my hand aside and takes control again, pumping my cock while he kisses the corner of my mouth. His thumb rubs over the wet head. Fuck it. We can be ten minutes late.

“What the fuck?”

The voice comes from behind us at the same moment the front door opens.

Ben freezes with his hand around my cock.

His eyes go wide. He lets go of me so fast the waistband snaps against my skin, then turns and runs for the bedroom. He doesn’t grab a towel or try to cover himself. His bare feet slap against the floor until his ass disappears down the hall.

Bobby stands inside my open front door with his key still in the lock.

I yank up my sweatpants. My cock is already losing interest, but there is no possible way to pretend Bobby interrupted anything except Ben jerking me off in my kitchen. My shirt is shoved halfway up my chest, the coffee sits untouched behind me, and Ben just sprinted naked through my condo.

Bobby stares down the hall. “Was that Pope?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” I pull the drawstring tight. “I gave you a key for emergencies.”

That gets his attention off the hall. He looks at the key in his hand like it might offer a better answer than the one he’s got.

“I was out of Monster,” he says. “You always have some.”

“That’s not an emergency.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that.”

I point at the door. “Get the fuck out, Bobby.”

He gets his key free and backs into the hallway. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

The door closes behind him.