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Marco gave an ugly snort. “And I’ll bedamnedif I’m going to let Sloane, who’s supposed to be my friend, and be less of anassholeto someone I know, treat you like that. You don’t deserve that, Carter, you deserve better, and I’m?—”

The rest of his rant was cut off as he was pushed back, and Carter’s mouth closed over his. Marco sucked in a breath, hips jerking as Carter’s greater bulk pinned him to the door. His mouth was warm, and the taste of beer was faint as it slid over his tongue.

One of Carter’s hands came up, curling around the side of his neck before stopping to grip fiercely in his hair. There was a moment of pain, sharp, but it bled into a throbbingneedwhen he felt Carter’s groin shoved against his stomach, grinding the thick outline of his cock against him.

“Stop,” Carter growled against his lips.

“Okay,” Marco said faintly. “Unless doing it again will make you do...that again, then I’m never going to stop.”

“Fuck, you’re ridiculous,” Carter muttered sullenly.

Marco reached between them, wrapping his fingers around the outline of Carter’s cock and squeezing.Thatbrought a sharp look to Carter’s eyes, casting away his annoyance, and Marco wondered if he was seeing more green in the man’s eyes than before.

“No, but I am stupidly turned on right now. And if you don’t let me get in the apartment with you, I’ll end up on my knees in about five seconds,” Marco promised him.

Carter cocked his head, snorting softly. “Maybe I had the wrong idea about you.”

“And what idea was that?”

“The one where the nice guy is also well-behaved.”

Marco nipped at Carter’s bottom lip playfully. “It’s not polite to talk about past experiences when you’re trying to get someone naked, but I will say that you only think that because you weren’t around when I went to college.”

There was a shadow across Carter’s face, but it was replaced by the bright look of hunger. “Well, that college boy better hurry the fuck up and open the door, or I’m going to nail him in the hallway.”

Someone cleared their throat sharply. Carter’s eyes widened, and Marco leaned over to peer over the man’s shoulder.

He grinned sheepishly. “Evening, Mrs. Palmer. Late night walk for Pebbles?”

The older woman clutched her little dog closer as she marched right past them, refusing to dignify them with a glance. Marco watched her go, refusing to move until she was outside.

Marco sighed. “And to think, she was probably just like you once upon a time?”

“Excuse me?” Carter asked, backing up to give Marco space. “How the fuck do you puzzle that one out?”

Marco laughed as he made sure the door was unlocked before opening it. “I bet she thought I was just a bundle of innocence that occasionally chats about her dog and granddaughters with her when we meet in the hall.”

“And probably hates me even more than she already does for ruining it,” Carter said.

Marco thought about saying his innocence had been given away willingly a long time ago but decided against it. Instead, he frowned as he kicked off his shoes and tossed his keys into the bowl beside the door.

“She doesn’t have a right to hate you,” Marco grumbled, bending over to pull off a stubborn shoe.

He froze when he felt Carter come up behind him, one hand on his waist, feeling the hard outline of his groin, and the other hand wrapping around Marco’s neck to pull him upright.

“And I told you to stop,” Carter growled in his ear.

All the times Marco had teased Dean about having a weird kink when Sloane growled and snarled flashed back to him ashe heard a faint whimper come from his lips. If Dean wasn’t pissed at him, Marco was going to have to tell him he finally understood.

“That you did,” Marco said back, fixated on the way Carter’s fingers were around his throat, firm enough to grip but not cutting off his breathing.

“And I think you said something about blowing me?” Carter rumbled in his ear, grip flexingjustslightly.

And boy, did Marco’s knees go weak at that.

He spun around in Carter’s grip and pushed the man back against the door. Marco spared a thought for anyone on the other side of the door who might have heard or might hear what was about to happen. The thought evaporated as he fell to his knees without hesitation, undoing Carter’s belt. Carter was just big enough that Marco had to work at fishing the man’s hard cock out of his pants.

“Fuck,” Carter muttered as Marco ran his tongue quickly from balls to tip, sucking the head between his lips.