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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tek wrapped his arms around Jamie, buried his face in Jamie’s neck. “How could I have not known?”

“Same reason I didn’t know. Too busy trying to hide it,” Jamie groaned, his hips rolling, needing… wanting… something.

Tek’s head snapped up, and he met Jamie’s gaze intently. “No more lies, Jamie, and no more hiding from me.”

“You too,” Jamie moaned, the words coming out slurred as Tek started meeting each movement of Jamie’s hips with his own, creating a delicious friction in Jamie’s groin. “Fuck,” Jamie hissed and tipped his head back. “What are you doing to me?”

“What I should have, what
w
e should have done a long time ago,” Tek insisted.

Jamie jerked when teeth bit down on his shoulder and Tek snapped his hips hard against Jamie’s. Jamie felt a knot forming at the base of his spine. Only Tek ever made him this horny, the only one who could send him into orgasm so easily, the only one ever. Even when he’d been with the few girls he’d let Tek talk him into banging, it was always Tek he saw behind closed eyes when he came.

“You keep that up, and I’m going to come,” Jamie moaned pitifully.

He wanted to let go of the tension that coiled painfully in his gut, the sting of pain from Tek’s bite pushing him closer to the edge. But it was too soon; he didn’t want the pleasure to end yet. His body obviously didn’t care about it being too soon, though. Jamie clutched Tek’s muscular shoulders, dug his fingers into the bulging flesh, and humped hard against the man.

“Then kiss me,” Tek demanded and smashed their mouths together.

“Not helping,” Jamie complained against Tek’s lips.

He gripped Tek harder, rutted faster, knowing Tek could handle the power within Jamie’s body. It felt freeing not to have to hold back, no worries of hurting Tek like he’d had with the chicks. Tek was gripping Jamie just as hard, bruising his flesh in his iron grip, and it felt so fucking good. Better than anything he’d ever imagined—it was power against power, strength for strength.

“I don’t know, from the way you’re fucking yourself against me, I’d say it helped a lot.” Tek chuckled, the sound deep and husky and going straight to Jamie’s balls.

“Fucker,” Jamie growled and shoved his tongue deep into Tek’s mouth, turning that cocky sound emitting from Tek into a wanton groan and driving Jamie to deepen the kiss and thrust his hips harder.

It took forever and no time at all before an electric jolt zinging down Jamie’s spine ignited a chain reaction. Jamie ripped his mouth from Tek’s and threw his head back; he clenched his teeth together to stop the roar that wanted out as the first rope of spunk shot out of him. Tek obviously had lost all control as well, his body going still for a split second before his teeth sank into Jamie’s shoulder again, his shout of release muffled by the mouthful of Jamie’s flesh.

The first blast of Jamie’s orgasm was mild compared to the way each pulse increased in intensity as pain flared in Jamie’s shoulder and in his hips where Tek’s nails dug in, breaking skin. Jamie had never felt anything so fucking good in his life, and as the last drop of cum pulsed from his body, he was left breathing harshly, trembling and spent—dizzy with it.

They clung to each other for long drawn-out moments as the hot water rained down over them, soothing muscles and helping them catch their breaths and slow their hearts. Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry to release the other, even long after Jamie’s heart was beating a slow steady rhythm. They held each other, neither saying a word, as if the magic of the moment would be lost.

The hot water heater wasn’t as content, and Tek yelped and shoved at Jamie as the water turned cold. “Son of a bitch,” he snarled and fumbled with the taps, turning off the flow of cold water.

Jamie slicked back his wet hair from his face and looked down at his still semihard cock and shook his head. Christ, not even being doused with freezing cold water could dampen the effects of what Tek could do to him. He looked up at Tek with a raised brow.

“How the hell is this possible?” he asked and pointed to his dick.

Tek looked down his own body, Jamie’s gaze following to Tek’s flaccid dick and tight balls. Obviously, Tek didn’t have the same issues. Tek looked back up with a grin. He then shook his head hard, sending water droplets flying.

“Guess you’re just a freak.” Tek smirked.

“Hey,” Jamie protested and wiped the water from his face.

“But don’t worry about it,” Tek assured him and pushed himself up against Jamie, wrapping an arm around Jamie’s waist and pulling him tight. “’Cause you’re my freak and I like it freaky.”

“I’ll say,” Jamie teased. “But—” He grabbed Tek’s chin, leaning his head in closer until their noses were touching. “That means you’re mine as well. No more fucking chicks.”

“But—”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what the others will think,” Jamie interrupted. “We have six years to make up, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you waste one ounce of energy on anyone but me.”

“Cripes, are you a demanding fucker,” Tek scolded.

Jamie tightened the hold he had on Tek’s chin, his eyes boring into Tek’s with complete sincerity. “You don’t know the half of what I plan on demanding of you.”

Jamie didn’t give Tek a chance to respond. He smashed their mouths together, demanding entrance into that warm, perfect heat, and moaned loudly when Tek opened his mouth for him. He got all the response he needed when Tek shuddered against him.

Six long years Jamie had had to hide his feelings, burying them down into his gut until sometimes they made him nauseous and sick. No more. He refused to ever lie to Tek again about anything. This whole horrible misunderstanding, the six years of misery, wondering, questioning, could have all been avoided had they only been honest with each other. He’d never lie to Tek again.

And as strong in his conviction as Jamie was about the lying, it was tenfold stronger that Tek would never again share his magnificent body again with anyone but Jamie.

At an age when most kids were having shootouts at the OK Corral with wooden guns, then running home when the streetlights came on, I was given my first second-generation Glock 17 and prowled the streets at night. While other kids were dreaming of what would be inside packages Santa had put under their trees, I was packaging meth. Childhood can’t be measured between the time of innocence and reason. To believe so would mean I had no childhood, and I did.

I wrestled and teased and taunted. I could play for hours with wide-eyed wonderment for new places, events, and experience. There was no reason or logic to my play. Sometimes it was silly and crazy, and sometimes the playing went too far, feelings got hurt, knees got skinned, and hearts got broken. But it was never malicious, always in good fun. The only difference was, during my childhood, I was a six foot, three inch man with broad shoulders and thick muscles, and Jamie was my playmate.

Tek Cain

“J
ESUS
, J
AMIE
.
I can’t do it again,” Tek grumbled.

“Is that a challenge?” Jamie inquired with a wicked glint in his eyes.

Tek groaned and slapped Jamie’s hand away from his dick. “No, just a fact. I’ve already come three times today. I’m done. I give. Uncle,” he pleaded.

Jamie was going to kill him. In the three days since they’d been honest with each other about how they felt, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands to themselves any time they were alone. Tek had gotten his nut once the first day, twice the second, and three times today.
Three times! In three hours!
At this rate, he’d be shriveled up and dead within a week.

They hadn’t done anything beyond rubbing off on each other and mutual hand jobs—both still feeling their way along, so to speak. And as insatiable as Jamie was, Tek was almost afraid to do more. Tek looked down his body; Jamie was running his fingers through the wet cum on Tek’s stomach and chest. Jamie had his head propped up on his hand near Tek’s hip, that perfect mouth a mere foot from Tek’s spent cock.
Almost.
The idea made him grin.

“What’s that look for?” Jamie asked, sounding suspicious.

“What look?” Tek inquired, feigning innocence.

In a flash, the fingers Jamie had been painting Tek’s stomach with were wrapped around Tek’s overly sensitive cock, causing him to yelp.

“Ow! Ow! Let go,” Tek pleaded. His back arched, and he tried to squirm away.

“Not until you tell me what you were thinking that put that wicked grin on your face,” Jamie countered.

Tek grabbed Jamie’s wrist and tried to pull his hand away, but the bastard tightened his grip and made Tek yelp again. “I am so going to kick your ass,” Tek warned, digging his fingers into Jamie’s wrist.

“What was that? You want to kiss my ass? Yes, please,” Jamie said with a mischievous grin curling his lip.

“Beat your ass,” Tek amended, still squirming.

“You already beat me off once today, but if you insist,” Jamie taunted. “I wouldn’t say no to another round.”

Tek went still, eyes going wide as he gawked at Jamie. The painful prickling sensation along his shaft diminished into a pleasant tingle. “For fuck’s sakes, Jamie. You already got off three times, how in the hell can you possibly want to go again already?”

Jamie shrugged, his grin growing. “I don’t know. I guess you are just irresistible.”

“And you’re insatiable.”

“And the problem is?” Jamie inquired.

Tek glared at Jamie. “Would you turn my dick loose before it falls off? All those damn calluses are rubbing me raw.”

“Shall I use something else other than my hands?” Jamie waggled his brows, the smile on his face turning downright lewd.

“What? You gonna suck my dick?” Tek asked crudely. Their couplings up to this point had been raw and quick. Both enjoyed the power they could exert over the other. The idea of Jamie submitting to Tek’s need, putting himself in a less than lead role intrigued Tek. In fact, he liked the idea a lot, and his dick twitched, making a gallant effort to rise to the occasion the more he tossed it around in his mind.

Jamie’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and he shrugged.

“Seriously? You’d suck me off?” Tek asked in surprise.

“I’ve thought about it,” Jamie admitted. “Haven’t you?”

“Hell yeah, I’ve thought about you sucking my dick.”

Jamie gave him an irritated look. “No, you ass,” Jamie grumbled. “I meant, haven’t you thought about sucking me off? What it would feel like to have my cock shoved down your throat?”

“Yeah, it would feel like I’m fucking choking,” Tek sniffed.

Tek tried biting back the laughter that wanted to boil up out of him when Jamie let out a huff, but it was impossible to hold it back. When Jamie scowled, his bottom lip turned down into what looked like a pout.

“Ugh. You can be such an asshole sometimes,” Jamie complained, then released his hold on Tek’s cock and flopped onto his back.

“Aww, poor Jamie,” Tek taunted. “Are you going to start pouting now? That is so adorable.”

“Go to hell,” Jamie grumbled and covered his eyes with his forearm. “See if I ever offer to suck your dick again.”

“I was teasing, you big lug.”

Jamie flipped him off.

Tek ran his hand across his stomach, his nose wrinkling at the sticky mess from the cum drying on his torso. “I need a shower.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

“You’re not going to come with?” Tek ran his hand over the drying remains of Jamie’s orgasm on his belly. “You could use one too.”

“I’ll take mine when you’re done,” he grumped.

“Aww c’mon, Jamie. Don’t get all pissy on me. I was teasing.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Tek stared at Jamie, looking for any signs he was joking, but he didn’t see any telltale hint in his familiar features—no outward proof that he was trying to hold back his laughter. Tek tried to pry the arm away from Jamie’s face. Jamie never could hide emotions from his eyes, but Jamie flexed his beefy arm and refused to let Tek pull it away.

He and Jamie were well matched in size and strength, and Tek had no doubt he could force Jamie’s arm away—if he used the strength of both his arms. “Jamie, goddammit, look at me.”

“No!”

“I’m warning you.”

The stubborn shit clenched his jaw and refused to lower his arm. Tek straddled Jamie’s waist and was about to snatch Jamie’s arm away when it hit him. What if he really had hurt Jamie’s feelings? Tek knew how hard it had to be to admit for the first time you wanted to suck dick. Hell, Tek had been thinking about it—a lot. It had been on the tip of his tongue to bring the subject up, and he’d had plenty of fantasies of both giving and receiving, but he hadn’t had the balls to do it yet. He shouldn’t want to be on his knees for anyone, not even Jamie, and yet….

Tek’s shoulders slumped. “Okay, I’m sorry I made the joke. It was stupid of me,” he conceded.

Silence.

“Jamie?”

No response.

Shit!
Guilt rolled Tek’s gut at the thought of hurting Jamie’s feelings. Damn, he could be such an insensitive ass sometimes. “Jamie, I’m really sorry, okay? I know how hard that was for you to admit,” Tek said gently and rubbed his hand soothingly over Jamie’s chest. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot too but didn’t have the balls to bring up the subject or…. Oomph!”