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Zach’s hand closed over Javier’s hip, pulling him up hard against the bulge in his jeans.
“Whoa, easy there,” Javier whispered, smiling against Zach’s mouth. “I haven’t really been with anyone since…”
Zach leaned back. “Wait, you broke up with me because you didn’t want to cheat on me, but then you never slept with anyone else?”
“I didn’t really want to.” That sounded like the worst excuse ever. Sorry, I didn’t really want to sleep with anyone, but I didn’t want to stay with you in case I wanted to. “That sounds awful.”
“Yeah, it does. And I’m pissed.” Zach’s mouth twitched. “But I still want to fuck you.”
“Yeah, that never went away.” Javier pressed his mouth to Zach’s, reveling in the sleek slide of his lips and the prickle of stubble around them. He smoothed his hands over the front of Zach’s shirt, sneaking his words around kisses. “Maybe that was my problem, too. Didn’t want to fuck anyone who wasn’t you.”
“There’s a way to solve that problem,” Zach said with a laugh, stepping back only long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
“That’s a conversation for a less horny time,” Javier warned. He was all about making bad decisions, but not when someone could get really hurt. Or hurt someone else.
Tracing his fingertips down the hard slab of abdominal muscle Zach had just uncovered, Javier grinned. “You remember how we figured out we were attracted to each other?”
“I recall some stupid second-grade teasing about my sexy freckles,” Zach laughed.
That had been it, exactly. When Javier had made the remark, he’d been 99.997% sure that Zach was gay. He’d made some comment about thinking gingers could never be hot, planning to make some stupid follow up about Lindsey Lohan if Zach had come off all straight and paranoid. Instead, Zach had stood there at his locker, his eyes shifting over the empty clubhouse for just a moment before he’d dropped his towel and raised an eyebrow. Javier still laughed at the memory. They’d gone back to Javier’s old apartment that night, and they’d worn each other out until the sun had come up.
That had been a long time ago. Javier wasn’t fooling himself; even after this, Zach might still never trust him again. Jesus, he might even go back to the Hollywood player, if he got the opportunity. Javier would just take this night for what it was, a single, beautiful opportunity to be with the man he loved, the man he’d been too fucking stupid to keep.
He bent his head to kiss Zach’s neck, to trail his tongue over the front of his throat. Zach’s fingers dug into Javier’s back, bunching his shirt in his fists. He tugged it upward, and Javier broke contact only long enough to get rid of the damn thing. He stepped back into Zach’s arms, and just standing there, skin-to-skin, was enough to take his breath away. The crisp line of hair on Zach’s belly raised goosebumps all over Javier’s flesh. No matter how tightly he held on, it didn’t seem like he could get as close as he wanted to, needed to. He sucked at Zach’s mouth, groaning as their tongues writhed together.
“You’re still so fucking hot,” Zach gasped, his gaze fixed on his hands against Javier’s chest.
“Come on,” Javier said, pulling himself away from Zach with much reluctance. He paused only briefly to hit the lights in the kitchen and check the alarm. Once he had Zach in his bed, he didn’t plan on getting out of it for a while.
Upstairs, he led Zach through the double doors into the master suite. Zach whistled, a low, impressed sound as he approached the huge bed. “Are you sure you’ve been sleeping in this alone?”
“Not tonight,” Javier said with a smile. “Lucky you.”
Zach didn’t waste any time being coy. They were both adults, and they knew what they were there for. He stripped off his jeans, revealing a rock-hard erection that made Javier’s stomach clench in nervous anticipation. He remembered all too well how that cock felt in his mouth, in his ass, and his throat went dry.
“I really want to suck you right now,” he admitted, wetting his lips, and a broken sound emerged from Zach’s lips.
Javier unbuttoned and unzipped his fly to relieve some of the pressure of his cock against his jeans, then dropped to his knees at the end of the bed. He patted the duvet. “Sit down.”
Zach didn’t have to be told twice. He sat on the edge, his legs spread on either side of Javier’s body, cock bouncing eagerly just inches from Javier’s face.
Javier’s fingers flexed on his own thighs. He leaned forward and kissed Zach’s knee once, twice, moving up and letting his tongue snake out to leave a wet little trail almost to the crease where Zach’s leg met his hip.
