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Now Freddie had a full view of Anthony’s bulge in his navy blue boxer shorts. His mouth watered.

Freddie blinked, bringing his focus back to the problem at hand. Anthony continued to rant as he dressed.

“This is an absolute travesty. I will not have my social life ruined because of some extortion scam or something. I’m not going to speak to you. I’m not going to look at you. You don’t exist.”

“That won’t work.” Freddie thrilled a little at poking back at him. He didn’t know if it would help his cause, but he loved the look on Anthony’s face when he goaded him.

“I don’t care. I’m not dealing with you.”

Anthony slipped on a pair of very tight jeans and was tucking himself into them. Freddie moved toward him and did something completely out of character: he flirted.

“I’ll be here.” Freddie pitched his voice low. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ll talk to me. You’ll do what I tell you to do. I’ll keep you safe.”

Anthony’s eyes went wide, and Freddie could smell his arousal, even so soon after coming. They stood like that, their faces a few inches apart, for a minute or maybe longer. Finally, Anthony managed to wrench himself away.

“We’ll see.”