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“You fill it with water,”Harold said, pointing the tube’s tip upward. “Then you insert andwash things out.”

“Like a douche?”

“Not like. That’s what itis. Listen, I know all this can be a mood-killer, but it’s betterthan making a mess when you’re in the heat of the moment. We’retalking about butts here, so of course poop is a factor, but thisminimizes the risks and lets you have fun.”

Noah let his uncertainty show. “Maybe Idon’t want to bottom after all.”

“Really?” Harold asked.“That’s okay, but I won’t lie; I was really looking forward todoing this with you. For whatever reason, most guys want to fuckme.”

Probably because of that amazing bubblebutt!

“It’s been awhile sinceI’ve topped,” Harold continued longingly, “but I also want you tofeel comfortable. I’m cool with whatever you choose.”

He was right. All this prep work was amood-killer. Noah wasn’t even hard, and a second ago, Harold hadn’tbeen either, but he was getting there again. That he wanted to dothis made Noah want to also. “Let’s try. I’ll need privacy.”

Harold nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.“Awesome. Here, I have one that’s still in the package. The lube isright here. Fresh towels in the cabinet. Anything else youneed?”

“Vodka?” Noah suggested.“And some weed?”

“We can do that if youwant,” Harold said. “It’s been ages since I got stoned.”

“A whole week?”

“That’s practicallyforever.” Harold looked him over, as if struggling to decide whathe wanted more.

Noah knew what he wanted, but the weird bulband complicated preparations had him nervous. “Maybe just abowl.”

“No problem.” Harold took arobe from the back of the bathroom door, the skimpy one he’d beenwearing when they first met. “I have some flannel PJs my mom gaveme last Christmas. They’re too long. She always acts like I’mbigger than I am—no jokes!—but they might fit you.

Noah agreed. While it nearly broke his heartfor them to get dressed again, he felt this was the best idea. Theywould chill out together and give his courage time to recover.

Chapter Nine

Noah felt groggy when he awoke the nextmorning. He still wore flannel pajamas. The mattress beneath himwas too soft to belong to the shelter. Where the hell was he? Noahlifted his head and found himself in Harold’s bedroom, the owner ofthe house stirring from next to him. He too blinked and looked alittle surprised.

“Good morning!”

“Good morning,” Noah saidwith less enthusiasm. He was trying to put together the events ofthe previous night, but most of them were a blur. “Didwe…”

Harold laughed. “All we did was get way toohigh and pass out. Eventually. But no, we didn’t have sex.”

“Why can’t I rememberanything?”

“Because you insisted ondoing shots.”

“I did?”

Harold rubbed his eyes and sat up. He wasshirtless, maybe even naked, but the sheets obscured the rest.“Yup. Mixing booze and weed isn’t the best idea, unless you’re apro.”

Noah felt disappointed. Then again, it wouldhave been worse if they’d had sex and he couldn’t remember theirfirst time together.

“So,” Harold said, hisexpression naughty. “Are you a morning person or night?”

“Both,” Noah said.“Usually. I feel grody.”

“Take a shower. I’ll makebreakfast. We’ll have you in shape again in no time.”

Harold slid out of bed. Yes, he wasdefinitely naked! Noah stared longingly at his butt as it sashayedout of the room. Then he forced himself to rise and shower. Hewasn’t thrilled about changing into his clothes from the previousday, but he had no other option. When he made his way to thekitchen, he began salivating. Breakfast smelled delicious!