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when it comes to anything else. And yeah, I didn’t want her hooking up with the both of you, because she’s the only friend I have, but you want her, and I know for a fact she wants—”

Justin’s heart skipped a beat as he frowned at Josh, trying to figure out if that had been a deliberate information drop or just a way to hook Justin.

Josh bit his bottom lip as his cheeks tinted. “Whoops. Anyway, I just thought you might want to know we’ll be hitting up the Xxchange around eleven tonight in case you want to show up.”

Justin saw Evan appear in the doorway even as his lover spoke. “We’ll be there, Josh.

Thanks.”

That firm tone Evan used brooked no argument, not that Justin disagreed. Enough was enough already, and the three of them needed to decide if they were going to try to build a relationship or not. “Yeah, we will.”

“All right then.” Josh stood and waved at Justin. “Guess I’ll see you there.” He turned and walked out of the room, muttering an ‘excuse me’ to Evan. Evan stared in the direction Josh had gone until Justin heard the front door shut.

“What the hell happened to his neck?” Evan asked, his brows drawn down low as he stalked across the room. “Did someone hurt him?”

Justin leant back in his chair and enjoyed the sexy picture his lover made. Despite not getting along with Josh, Evan was protective of him, and seeing him in protective mode sent heat coiling in Justin’s balls.
Damn, the man is fine!

“The little tease wouldn’t tell me who put that hickey on him.”

Evan’s eyebrows popped up so fast Justin snickered. “That’s what that was? Holy shit.

You’ve never marked me like that.”

“Can if you want me to.” The idea of it sent that heat spreading up to fill Justin’s dick.

What had seemed tacky and immature in his opinion on Josh would just be fucking hot on Evan. And wouldn’t Josh throw
that
in his face!

Evan hummed and trailed his fingers down his neck. “Maybe not right now, or…”

Evan’s slow, sexy smile had Justin shifting in his chair, trying to find a comfortable position.

Evan unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. “How about here?” He pinched at one little nipple, his eyes darkening as he worried the nubbin. “My chest, or maybe…”

Evan dragged his hand down his muscled chest to the cut abs then further still. He skirted BEND

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his package and brushed his hand over the inside of one taut denim clad thigh. “I bet it’d make me scream if you did it here…”

“We should…”
Talk about what might happen tonight, finish up the chores, fuck.

Evan unbuckled his belt then unfastened his jeans. Before Justin could get his trembling legs to work, Evan had his pants and briefs shoved down and his hands braced on the edge of the desk, that pert perfect ass up in the air.

“Fuck first,” Justin muttered. They’d both been too tired and disheartened to put as much effort into this part of their relationship since Annabelle walked out. It was about time they both remembered what it was like to love each other. “And as much as I’d love to take you just like that, I want you on your back right here.” Justin patted the middle of the desk with one hand while he freed his cock with the other. Evan’s sultry expression was pulling the pre-cum right out of Justin’s dick. He thumbed the slit and shuddered as Evan sprawled out on the desk. His head dangled off the edge close to Justin’s groin and, as tempting as the idea of fucking Evan’s mouth was, Justin resisted. He couldn’t, however, resist bending down and placing a sloppy, hot, upside down kiss on his lover’s lips.

“Fuck,” Evan rasped as Justin stood. He let his hard length rub against Evan’s lips while he dug the lube out of a drawer. Justin hissed as his cockhead was laved then sucked the tip in the warm wet cavern of Evan’s mouth.

“Nuh uh, baby,” Justin mumbled, amazed he had the strength to not only say no but to step back as well. “Got other plans.”

A few quick steps and Justin was between Evan’s spread legs. He lifted them and made sure Evan had his feet securely hooked on the ledge of the desk, then Justin went straight for the sweet spot Evan had teased him with. He brushed his hands down Evan’s inner thighs, his rough palms catching at the fine dark hairs smattered over Evan’s skin.

“Fuck, Jus, feels so…” Evan shivered, the soft skin on his thighs prickling with goose bumps. “Oh, oh God—”

Justin nipped the inside of one thigh then the other. He scraped his teeth over a tasty spot on high on the right, where he could inhale and catch the musky scent of Evan, sweat and man and soap. Evan speared his hands through Justin’s hair, holding him in place.

“Right there, please,” Evan panted. His fingers clenched when Justin nipped, they pulled when he sucked, then Evan pressed into it and moaned.

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Justin felt that moan in his balls, his dick, in every nerve in his body. He sucked harder, pulling as much of the tangy flesh into his mouth and as promised, Evan screamed, his hips jerking as one hand left Justin’s hair to grip the base of his own cock.

“Fuck Jus, gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“Can’t have that.” Justin nipped the now bruised spot then buried his nose in Evan’s balls. He sucked and licked even as he popped the cap off and squirted some lube on his fingers. Evan was moaning almost continuously now, his sac drawing up as Justin worried the wrinkled skin between his teeth. He slid a finger past the tight ring of muscle, groaning when Evan’s ass clamped the digit tight. Evan made a choking sound as he ground his butt down. Justin tapped Evan’s gland lightly and was rewarded with a garbled sound that nearly pushed him right over the edge.

“Gonna have to get you ready faster,” Justin muttered, aching so bad to be buried in Evan’s silky ass that his stomach cramped. The second finger slipped in easily then shortly thereafter, the third did as well.

Evan was breathing hard enough to almost rattle the windows, and Justin couldn’t wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers then slathered lube on his dick. With one hand on Evan’s thigh and the other guiding him to Evan’s hole, Justin struggled for a bit of control.

Evan stole it from him by reaching down and pulling his legs up until his knees were almost beside his ears.

“God damn, baby, I hope you’re ready.”

Evan grunted and spread his legs even wider. “Yeah, Jus please—”

Justin pushed the tip of his dick passed Evan’s tight ring then leant down, pinning Evan’s legs between them, nearly folding the man in half. He grabbed the edge of the desk on either side of Evan’s head then slammed his dick home. Evan’s howl was nearly as loud as Justin’s when his balls finally rested against Evan’s ass. Evan squirmed and stuttered out

“Move!” and so Justin did, fucking Evan hard, burying his cock as deep as possible with each penetration. Tendrils of heat wrapped around his dick as Evan’s inner muscles contracted and rippled. His balls snugged up as tingling started in the base of his spine and spread to his extremities. Justin pounded Evan’s ass like he hadn’t been laid in years, and Evan begged for more. Everything Justin had he gave to the man until Evan screamed and his cock spewed stringy ropes of cum on his chest and stomach.

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Seeing Evan come tore Justin’s climax free and he roared as he pumped his spunk into Evan’s ass. Evan’s rectum squeezed Justin’s dick like the silkiest, velvety glove and Justin shouted again as his dick spurted out one last blast. He shoved at Evan’s legs then practically collapsed on the man.

“Feel better now?” Justin finally ground out. He felt like someone had just drained ninety-nine percent of his life force.

“Yeah,” Evan agreed. “And we’ll both feel even better after we get Belle back tonight.”

Justin hoped that was the way it’d play out. If not, well, it didn’t bear thinking of right now.

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This was the last place she wanted to be. Annabelle thought, as she rubbed at the painfully tensed muscles at the back of her neck. “Only for you,” she told Josh.

Josh grinned and rolled his eyes. “You only came because you want to check out who gave me the hickey.”

“Not just the hickey,” Annabelle said, “but
the
hickey. I mean, geez, Joshie, could it possibly be any bigger? Or darker? Or—”

“I don’t want to find out if it can. It’s too damn hot to wear turtle necks to work under my scrubs.” He pulled open the door. “After you.”

Annabelle stepped inside and grimaced. She really didn’t want to be here, but the truth of the matter was she was worried about Josh. Whoever this man was, her friend was hooking up with had decided to mark Josh in a way that was almost impossible to hide. To her, it didn’t say much for the mysterious lover that he hadn’t given a shit about the difficulties his mark might present Josh. A small love bite in a place that could be hidden with ease was one thing, but this…

Josh grabbed her hand and pulled Annabelle to his side. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, clearly excited as he tipped his head towards her. “Let’s get a table.”

The band broke into some screeching, throbbing racket that sent the pain in Annabelle’s tense neck muscles spiralling in a thousand tiny shards into her head. Her stomach roiled as she let Josh pull her over to a table.

“I’ll grab us a couple of beers.” Josh flitted off to the bar before Annabelle could even tell him she didn’t want a beer. Not with the headache coming on like it had. Josh disappeared into the crowd. Even if she yelled he wouldn’t hear her, and chasing after him seemed impossible at this moment. Annabelle pulled out a chair and sat. She propped her elbows up on the table and dropped her head into her hands.

Closing her eyes against a particularly painful ice pick to the temple simulation in her head, Annabelle seriously questioned herself. What was she doing here? Was checking up on Josh’s mystery man
really
the way to stop being so controlling? Or was she doing what a BEND

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good friend does, and watching out to keep Josh safe? Maybe she was being paranoid about the damned mark; after all it was easy to get carried away when having sex.

The band seemed determined to blow out the speakers and everyone’s eardrums tonight. Annabelle personally thought every one of the morons on stage should be publicly caned for aural assault. Once the ‘song’ ended, her ears were ringing so loudly she couldn’t hear a thing. She risked opening her eyes just enough to see if Josh had returned.

“Are you okay?” Josh asked, frowning as he studied her. He set the two bottled beers on the table.

Annabelle pasted on a smile. “I’ll be fine. Just a little headache. It’ll pass.”

“Oh.” Josh’s gaze flicked to a point over her shoulder before settling on her again. “We can leave if you don’t feel well.”

There was no way she was going to ruin their first night out together in weeks. “No, I’m good. Want to dance?” It’d probably make her head blow up, but the smile Josh gave her and the way his eyes lit up made it a worthwhile risk.

“Love to!” Josh took her hand when she stood. The band started up again and Annabelle let Josh lead her to the dance floor. How in the world was anyone supposed to dance to this crap?

Apparently by bouncing and humping any and everything, if the other people on the dance floor were anything to go by. Annabelle bit her cheek to distract herself from the pain hammering at her head. Josh did this little shimmying thing as he grinned at her.

“Oh really?” Annabelle shouted, doubting even then that he could hear her. She moved her hips in a rapidly increasing tempo, ignoring everything but the sort of rhythm of the music as she showed her friend how to move. She worked the shimmy up to her shoulders which set her breasts to jiggling in a way that might have been vulgar elsewhere. Josh laughed and shook his flat chest in response, and Annabelle couldn’t help but laugh as well.

Josh responded by pulling her against him and grinding. He kept one arm around her hips and his other at his side, dancing in a manner that seemed sultry and relaxed. It probably was even sexy, although Annabelle had a hard time thinking of Josh like that. They danced and laughed through the band’s set, and when the awful racket stopped, Annabelle realised her headache had faded.

“Thanks, Joshie, you don’t know how much better you’ve made me feel.”

Josh gave her a look of trepidation. “Maybe you shouldn’t thank me yet.”

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And maybe she’d suffered a little brain damage with that headache. “What? I don’t—”

Big hands gripped her shoulders from behind. Annabelle’s heart did a triple somersault in her chest then tried to crawl up her throat. She was pulled back against a broad, muscular body and a thick, hard bulge prodded at her lower back. Annabelle gasped and glared at Josh as he nibbled on his lower lip.

“Hello, Belle,” Justin purred in her ear and Annabelle’s cunt slicked and soaked her panties, her nipples throbbed, and her ass clenched. She thought about trying to step away but Evan was suddenly in front of her, his hot eyes pinning her in place. Justin nuzzled the soft skin below her ear then nipped at the lobe. “Got tired of waiting for you to come to us.”

He ghosted a hand up her stomach. “So we figured you might need a little encouragement.”

“I—”

Evan stepped right up against her just as Justin’s hand ascended to cup her breast.

Annabelle wasn’t worried about anyone watching—hell, Justin kneading her breast was tame compared to the fucking and sucking going on in numerous places around the club.

Evan’s arms came around her, cupping her ass cheeks in a strong grip, the back of his hands rubbing against Justin.

“You want this, Belle?” Evan asked as he nipped at her other earlobe. “Want us to fuck you, drive you out of your mind?”

Two weeks’ worth of hell seemed to lift off her shoulders, and wasn’t that answer enough for her? Annabelle groaned and let her head fall back against Justin’s shoulder. “Yes, please…”