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just hanging on by a thread. Giving himself a quick shake,
he bent down and grabbed the washcloth from the floor and
began rinsing it. A low groan from behind him reached
Randy, and he turned to see Brendan a towel riding low on
his lean hips tear his gaze away from Randy s ass and
hustle from the room.
Smiling, Randy quickly went through scrubbing down his
own body. He just resisted the urge to jack off, even though
the soft cloth sliding over his overly sensitive shaft caused
his balls to tighten and roll in his sacks. Brendan was
waiting. That reminder spurred him on.
He shut off the water, stepped from the shower, and
grabbed his own towel, rubbing himself down quickly
before stepping out of the bathroom.
Randy s heart almost stopped in his chest when his gaze
fell on the bed and he saw that it was empty.
Shit! Did I make a mistake? Did I push too hard too fast?
Movement from the shadows drew Randy s gaze, and he
spotted Brendan standing by the window, staring out. Relief
flooded him, the emotion far stronger than Randy had ever
experienced before.
I m in so fucking deep. If this man doesn t want the same things
I do, if he s not ready& what will I do?
Randy didn t want to think about that, yet. He knew the
second Brendan left, he d obsess over it, so he refused to
allow his fears to ruin the time he had with this man.
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Crossing to Brendan s side, Randy slid his arms around the
man s waist and since he was so much shorter than the
other man rested his cheek against the man s upper arm.
 Stargazing again? Randy asked softly.
Brendan hummed, then shifted in Randy s arms. At first,
Randy thought his lover planned to pull away, but then he
found himself turned and pushed, maneuvered, so the
bigger man stood behind him. One of Brendan s arms slid
around his waist, palming his opposite side, while the other
arm banded across his chest.
Randy felt Brendan s broad, strong chest pressed against
his back, the flesh warm and still just a little damp. Held like
this, with Brendan s head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling
his temple, his arms tight around him, he couldn t help but
feel& safe, secure, and oh-so-comfortable.
Sighing, Randy leaned against him.
Brendan s arms tightened slightly, and he sighed against
Randy s temple.  Stargazing helps me settle, he murmured
softly.  You asked me what I wanted from you and I didn t
have an answer. I do now.
It was Randy s turn to tense. Was he ready to hear this?
Brendan feathered soft touches over his sides with his
fingertips, even as he kept his palms still.  I ve never had a
relationship before, he admitted.  But I want one with
you. Turning his head, Brendan pressed a soft kiss to
Randy s temple, then whispered,  You make me want things
I ve never had before.
Randy smiled faintly as he nuzzled against Brendan. He
used his own arms to grip Brendan s one that banded
around his waist. Sighing, Randy mumbled,  You ve said
that before, that I make you want things you ve never
wanted before. He paused, his brows furrowing as he
thought about not only the words but what they might
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mean.  I think I need to know what that means. I can t go
back in the closet for you, he pointed out.
Feeling the big man shiver slightly against him, Brendan
sighed.  I know. I won t ask you to do that. I just& I need a
little time to  His grip tightened and he tucked his face
against the crook of Randy s neck.  Damn it, he grumbled.
 Seeing Jake and Ross, confident to come out, makes me feel
like such a fucking coward.
Understanding seeped into Randy and he craned his neck
so he could peer up at the man.  Is that what sparked this?
Brendan growled and pulled away. He strode away a few
steps, then spun around, placing one hand on his bald head.
 No yes, damn it. He shook his head, crossed to the bed,
and sat down on it. His expression appeared almost forlorn
as he looked up at Randy and whispered,  I m not sure.
Randy crossed and sat beside the man. Taking Brendan s
hand, Randy tried to figure out what the hell he should say.
When he d come out, he hadn t lost his family, but he had
friends who did. He couldn t promise everyone would be
understanding and supportive, because that wasn t the way
life worked.
Finally, he decided on the truth.  I think you re a kind,
hard-working, handsome man and you deserve to be happy.
I can t promise you that coming out would be any easier, but
I can tell you you ll have people here to support you. Me,
Dan, even Coal, Carl, and Vincent will have your back. He
squeezed Brendan s hand lightly, gaining his attention.  I d
love to be there for you as you do this, if you ll allow it.
 I want it, very much, Brendan whispered. For a few
seconds, Brendan slowly swept his gaze over Randy s naked
chest. His dark eyes glittered with lust as a groan rolled
through his chest.  Want you, he rumbled.
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Randy s breathing sped up at the lust and desire in the
man s eyes. Licking his lips, Randy s dick flexed under the
towel.  Yeah. Okay.
Brendan apparently took that for the acceptance it was,
cupped Randy s jaw, and slanted his mouth over Randy s
lips. He nipped Randy s bottom lip, making him gasp, then
thrust his tongue into the cavern of his mouth. Brendan
leaned into him, pressing him into the mattress. Brendan
thrust his tongue deep, fucking Randy s mouth, eating his
lips, ravishing him.
One of Brendan s hands landed on Randy s waist and
shoved down his towel, pushing it over and off his hip.
When the man s hand wrapped around Randy s prick, he
moaned into his lover s mouth. Brendan broke the kiss,
sitting up a bit, and stared down at Randy s pulsing shaft
where he held it in his hand.
He didn t stroke, just massaged the sensitive wrinkles
right underneath the head. Randy panted, his lungs
struggling to fill his body with enough oxygen as Brendan
just, well, seemed to admire him.
 So beautiful, Brendan rumbled.  Gonna get this in my
ass one day, but I really wanna fuck you now.
Randy moaned at his lover s words. His asshole clenched
and pre-cum oozed from him. Brendan squeezed his shaft
lightly, then started jacking him.
 Can we do that? Can I fuck you?
Brendan s roughly spoken questions pulled a groan from
Randy.  Oh, fuck, yes, he muttered, unable to tear his gaze
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