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“Never had another dick,” Lake gasped. Grady was fucking him so hard, punching out his breath on every thrust. Lake had never felt anything like it. He was on fire, his sweat mingling with Grady’s as they clung to each other. “Don’t want another one.”

He turned his head, and Grady’s lips met his in a bruising kiss. It was harsh and full of panting and teeth and tongue. Grady fucked even harder into him, erratic and heavy. Lake knew what it meant. He was close.

“Come in me,” Lake groaned. He wished Grady wasn’t wearing a condom. Wanted to feel his cum dripping out of him. Maybe next time. He’d never slept with another man, and he was sure that Grady was careful. He couldn’t imagine him any other way.

The thought of Grady coming inside him with nothing between them was what pushed Lake over the edge again. He squeezed his eyes shut, curling even further into Grady’s embrace as he screamed Grady’s name and came untouched.

He was sure his soul escaped his body for a few seconds as he coated their stomachs. Grady groaned deeply, a rumbling sound from deep inside him as his next two thrusts were so brutal that Lake was sure they’dbothbruised something, and then Grady stilled on another long, drawn-out moan, his hips jerking as he came in Lake’s ass.

Their mouths pressed against each other as they came down from their high. Not quite kissing, but another kind of intimacy that Lake had never experienced before.

Grady pulled back just enough that they could look at each other. “Okay?”

Lake smiled lazily. “Better than okay.” He had no idea how anyone after this could ever live up to it. They couldn’t. He guessed he just needed to keep Grady so he didn’t have to worry about it.

Something flickered in Grady’s gaze, but before Lake could even attempt to decipher it, he was leaning down and kissing him softly, a caress that made butterflies dance in his stomach.

They probably should have gotten up, cleaned up, had a shower or something. Maybe eaten something. But Lake was warm and comfortable, and he could already feel himself drifting off to sleep. He could deal with the mess later.

Grady ended up coaxing him out of the bed anyway, and washing him in the shower, taking his time as they kissed and petted each other. Lake had his third orgasm in the shower, trembling as Grady jerked him off while he kissed him. He wanted to return the favour, or have a taste of Grady’s dick, but Grady got him out of the shower, dried him, and bundled him back into the bed before he could say a word.

He was asleep before Grady had even gotten in beside him, a contented smile on his face.

Gradytriedtoshiftso that he could smack his phone and turn his alarm off but found himself trapped. Lake was curled up against his side,naked,with the smell of sex surrounding them.

Everything came back to him in a burst of memory that made his morning wood pulse.

He’d had sex with Lake last night.

He’d had sex with Lake last night.

He was fucked. In the metaphorical sense, not just the physical sense.He was so goddamned fucked.

He had no idea how he’d let this happen. It was like every time Lake looked at him and gave him thoseeyes,he was Lake’s willing slave, ready to do whatever he wanted.

What the fuck was he going to do now?

He managed to get himself out of the bed without waking Lake, even though it took twice as long as normal and involved him sliding a pillow into Lake’s arms. For a soldier, he was a deep sleeper, but maybe it was only when he felt safe. Either way, Grady was glad for it; he needed a moment to himself.

Even after a cold shower he was still feeling like he’d been hit by a two-by-four. He’d slept with Lake. Lake, who was straight. Lake, who was hisfriend.Lake, who had fucking loved it and begged him like a seasoned pro.

Just remembering the beautiful way he’d taken everything and pleaded for more was making Grady hard again. He told his dick to shut the fuck up and went about making coffee. Lake was a zombie in the morning before he had his first cup. Grady idly wondered how he went on deployments. Did someone give him a weapon while he was still in zombie form? A weird image raced across his mind, of Lake holding a rifle and walking in a daze after someone who was holding a takeout coffee cup on a string like leading a horse with a carrot on a stick.

He blinked at the mug in front of him and wondered if he’d finally gone off the deep end.

Grady left a steaming coffee mug on the corner of the bench as he went about making some breakfast. Lake didn’t linger in bed long after Grady got up. Grady wished he didn’t know that. He’d been thinking about buying a futon or something to set up in his office, so that guests—specifically, Lake—had somewhere to sleep. He guessed that ship had well and truly sailed. Lake wasn’t just a friend staying over anymore. Grady had no idea what he was now. Had no fucking idea what either of them were doing.

The croissants were cut in half and toasting under the grill when Lake emerged from the bedroom, wearing nothing but his briefs and with serious bed hair. He wore the marks Grady had given him like a goddamned medal, and Grady had to look away before he did something stupid like bend him over the bench and fuck him again. Even if hewantedto, even if they both did, Lake would be too sore for anything.

Instead of going for the coffee like he normally would have, Lake bypassed it completely before stopping directly in front of Grady and dropping his forehead to Grady’s chest. Grady slid one hand into his hair and the other curled around the nape of his neck. He squeezed lightly as he pressed a kiss to the top of Lake’s head. “Are you hungry?” he murmured.

Lake made a noise that Grady couldn’t interpret but decided was a yes since Lake was always hungry. Grady shuffled them across the floor until he could reach the coffee he’d left. He coaxed Lake’s hands around the mug and then helped him take the first sip.

While Lake was busy getting his morning caffeine in as quickly as humanly possible, Grady got out cream cheese and lemon curd from the fridge. He buttered one of the croissants with the cream cheese and handed it to Lake, who swapped him for his now empty mug.

“You’re not getting another one,” Grady told him, rinsing the mug for effect before he put it in the sink.

Lake glared momentarily and then got promptly distracted by his food. “These are so good,” he moaned around his mouthful.