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Seeing the man completely naked, cock half-hard still, and covered in a light layer of sweat was enough to make Marco forget they were supposed to be recovering. Every inch of the man screamed strength and masculinity. Marco wanted to run his fingers through the dark hair on his chest and down his stomach.

“What?” Carter asked, frowning as he looked at himself. “Oh. I’ll get rid of the condom, Jesus.”

Marco shook his head. “Bathroom has a trash can.”

Carter rolled his eyes and stomped off, giving Marco ample time to check out the man’s back. And, of course, Carter also happened to have a great ass.

“Stop perving!” Carter barked over his shoulder before disappearing.

“Absolutely not!” Marco called back, smirking.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to give in to the warmth pumping through his body. Sure, it hadn’t been a romantic first date…hangout? Hookup? Marco had no idea what to call it. And the sex certainly hadn’t been very romantic.

But God, he was perfectly okay with all of that.

He had seen signs of Carter relaxing, and he’d reacted in what Marco could only call a positive way when Marco had got self-righteous and pissed on his behalf. The sex wasn’t sweet, but it had been full of need and desire, and that was just as good.

A weight dropped beside him, forcing Marco to open his eyes. Carter sat next to him on the couch, scowling.

“What’d I do?” Marco asked.

Carter rolled his eyes, a warm cloth in his hand that he wiped Marco’s stomach. “Can’t even clean yourself up. You’re ridiculous.”

Marco watched as the man made quick but gentle swipes of the washcloth over Marco’s stomach. Carter scowled when he caught Marco’s smile, but when he dropped his head, Marco saw the expression fall away, and the corner of his lips twitch.

Yeah, it was a pretty good night, alright.

CARTER

It turned out pants were, in fact, a requirement when, an hour later, Marco inevitably ordered food. Carter wasn’t in the least bit surprised to find it was from the same place as before.

“Creature of habit,” Marco said when Carter brought it up, shrugging before shoveling another spoonful of food into his waiting mouth.

Carter rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like he’d said it was a bad thing. He also suspected Marco hadn’t taken it as criticism. The guy was strangely intuitive regarding what was going on in Carter’s head.

And the fact that he looked stupidly good in a pair of thin shorts as he dripped sauce on his bare chest helped.

Carter chewed thoughtfully while he watched Marco eat. He wasn’t too proud to admit he’d been surprised by Marco when they’d first arrived at his apartment. He had expected Marco to be an easy-going, slow and steady, foreplay first kind of guy. In reality, Carter wondered if Marco wasn’t a bigger horndog than he was.

The entire affair had been intense from start to finish. It felt like one minute he was kissing Marco, so he wouldstoptalking about what had happened at the bar, and the next thing, he wasdown the man’s throat and losing his mind. Carter wasn’t the least bit ashamed that he hadn’t lasted long either time, as both had been left breathless and shaky.

Marco looked up, catching his gaze and squinting. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Fucking you till you can’t stand up,” Carter admitted.

Marco’s eyes widened, though Carter noted it seemed to be in delight rather than shock. When he saw the man shifting the front of his shorts with a free hand, he realized that, yeah, he had been wrong about Marco.

“Behave while I’m trying to eat,” Marco scolded, eyes twinkling.

Carter snorted, nodding toward him. “You have sauce on your chest.”

“I’m saving it for later.”

“Please don’t eat old sauce off your chest.”

“No, I meant for you to lick off later.”

Carter choked on his noodles, grabbing a bottle of water and downing half of it to clear his throat. Marco laughed at the sight, even as Carter gave him a death glare. It was impossible to hold, though, as he realized he was hearing the sound he had missed when he was too far away from Marco in the club.