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“Which did you like more?” I asked.

Colin chuckled and shook his head, kissing the tip of my nose. “I don’t know if I have a preference. Good things about both.”

I slid my hand down between our bodies to touch him, and I realized he still had the cum-filled condom on his cock. “Can I?”

He hummed his approval, wincing as I unrolled the condom and tied it off to avoid getting any more of a mess on the bed than I already had. I flung it over my shoulder and immediately put my hands back on his body.

“I know which I liked more,” I told him.

“Do enlighten me.” Colin closed his eyes, giving himself over to the way I touched him.

I loved the way helet melove him. I’d have to tell him that. It felt important for some reason, even though it seemed like second nature to me.

“Wesley, I’m not going to get hard again,” he warned.

“You never got soft, if you wanted to get technical about it.” He was almost fully erect in my hand, his skin sticky with lube and drying cum, but I loved the feel of him and I didn’t want to let him go.

“What part did you like more?” he asked, bringing us back to the original question.

When I’d brought it up, my answer had been I liked topping him more. I liked the way his body gripped my cock while I fucked him, and there was something really powerful and magical about it. But in the afterglow of taking him into my body and feeling him still strong and thick in my hand, the preferences blurred into one overwhelming desire to take whatever I could get from him.

I made a noise in the back of my throat and reached up, brushing our lips together. He tilted his head back and let his mouth open for my tongue. Another thing I loved about him, another way he let me love him.

“I forget,” I admitted, letting my eyes close so I could focus on feeling him.

So I could focus on loving him and being loved in return.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

Colin

I stareddown at the screen of my phone, admittedly shocked to have a message from Henry on my screen. It had been weeks since I’d reached out to him, so long I’d forgotten all about it.

My phone sat on my dresser, screen alight, and I frowned down at it while I zipped up the fly of my jeans. Wesley had gone home earlier in the day because he’d insisted on helping Grayson clean the house for his own birthday party, but not until we’d spent another hour in bed together, naked and covered in sweat. He’d showered with me, and even though he’d assured me that it was a birthday present for him, I was undoubtedly the real winner between the two of us.

While I was glad for him to be turning twenty-one, because I knew it meant a lot to him and it made me feel a little bit less of an old man, I wasn’t looking forward to pretending to be nothing more than casual friends for the whole night. But telling Hendrix was temporarily off the table, and I’d made peace with that.

My phone went black.

I tapped the screen and swiped open the message from Henry.

Henry: Sorry it took so long to get back to you, Col. You know how it is. How have things been? Got a girlfriend yet?

I dragged my tongue across the front of my teeth, ready to reply.

Me: Things are good. Boyfriend, actually.

I hit send before I could think better of it. There was no point in trying to take it back or lie about it. At one time, Henry and I had been close, but that time had passed. I’d made peace with it, and that made him a perfectly acceptable person to share the news with. The irony of someone who didn’t even matter being one of the first people I came out to spoke volumes, but I didn’t want to dwell on that too long. It shouldn’t even matter what Henry has to say about my sexuality while my parents are right there, ignoring me about it.

Henry: Awesome!! What’s his name??

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the ease and speed of his reply.

Me: His name’s Wesley.

Henry: Do you have a pic? Let’s see the lucky guy.

Me: No. Not yet. It’s still kind of new.