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and he delved in, letting out a strangled moan as
he did.
“God, you’re tight,” he hissed, beginning to
move inside of him. “You feel so good.”
Feeling
good
just
didn’t
capture
what
Anthony’s cock felt like inside of him. He looked
up into his face, and swore. Why’d he have to be
so gorgeous? Why did he have to have a cock like
that? Why in hell did he have to know just what to
do with that cock to drive him out of his mind?
There were sounds coming out of him now that
didn’t sound quite human. It wasn’t him crying
out, was it? Was it him gasping, groaning like
that…saying… “God…oh God…yeah…go, go…
oh fuck…fuck!”
Anthony’s slick body tumbled down on top of
him. He moved his face against his and muttered a
contented grunt, and Michael lay there, stunned,
disbelieving that finally he’d had a man who left
him totally satisfied, without restraints, without
role play, just him, just…Anthony.
His instinct was to push him off, roll away from
him, recover his dignity, but the pressure of his
beautiful, hard body against his was too much. He
wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his
hair. He gave himself the luxury of moving his
hand down over Anthony’s ass, so firm, so
delightfully round. No wonder he looked so good
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in jeans. “This can’t happen again,” he said
suddenly, surprised when the words echoed
around them.
Anthony lifted his head up. “Why did you say
that?”
Michael shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Anthony disentangled himself from Michael,
and sat up. He pushed the hair out of his face, and
tilted his head. To say he looked amazing sitting
there
naked
and
perplexed
was
an
understatement. Michael had all he could do not
to drag his body down next to his again, and just
hold him. “You must have had a reason.”
Michael licked his lips. Suddenly he wanted out
of this bed. He wanted away from him. “We’re all
wrong for each other.” He sat up, too, then,
quickly got off the bed.
“I didn’t ask you to marry me, besides, I wasn’t
the one who started this, if I recall.”
“I just want you to know that it’s just sex,”
Michael said, walking over to the window and
picking up his pants. “I won’t want you
tomorrow.” He didn’t look at him.
Anthony didn’t reply.
“We have two years together.” Michael put on
his pants. “At least now I know what my father
saw in you. Maybe that’s what this was all about
for me.”
“You’re a fucking piece of work,” Anthony
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hissed.
Michael turned around and looked at him.
Anthony began to dress. “Let’s forget it, okay?”
Anthony didn’t reply. He just left the room.
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nthony got up around three in the afternoon.
AHe spent at least twenty minutes in the
shower, and tried not to dwell on what had
happened between him and Michael. He was still
angry about what Michael had said to him as he
dragged on a pair of jogging pants. After making
love the way they had, he’d almost felt close to
him for the first time, until he had to ruin it with
his innuendos. Well, to hell with him. It was just
sex, like he said. Great sex, but sex was sex.
He dressed quickly, skipping the shave, and ran
down the stairs. He’d have some coffee and be on
his way.
Jason was sitting at his usual place at the
kitchen table, sipping a diet Coke. He looked up at
him with bloodshot eyes as Anthony walked in.
“You look like shit,” Anthony told him.
“Thanks. Going for a jog?”
“Yeah. Did Michael’s guests get breakfast?”
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airport.”
Anthony frowned.
here.”
“Already? They just got
Jason shrugged.
“He didn’t take my car again, did he?”
“Yep.”
“Fuck. He didn’t even ask me.”
“You can take mine, no problem,” Jason said,
pushing his keys across the table at him. “I’m not
going anywhere. I’m going back to bed for a few
hours.”
“I don’t need it now.”
“Michael said to tell you he’ll be at work
tonight.”
“Good.” Anthony poured some coffee, and took
a few sips.
Jason scraped the stool away from the table.
“Need to run off some tension?”
“Yeah.”
“There’re better ways, you know.” Jason gave
him a suggestive look.
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” He drained the
cup, and then took off for his jog.
* * * *
“I’m sorry,” Michael said again as he watched
Evan and Doug trudge toward the terminal. “I
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really wish you’d let me pay for your tickets.”
They were pissed, and he couldn’t blame them.
He waved to them as they disappeared, and then
turned around and walked back toward the exit.
Shit. He doubted Evan would ever speak to him
again. He was really pissed off at him when he’d
come into the room around eleven o’clock and
suggested that it would be a good idea if they left.
It took some explaining. He’d blamed it on work,
saying that something had come up, and there
was a lot more work to do than he’d imagined.
Dougie didn’t say too much, but Evan ripped
into him. “It’s because of that Anthony guy. You
were with him after we got kicked out. You
fucked him, didn’t you? Can’t say I blame you.
But…now you want to get rid of us! Why didn’t
you just say you wanted him in the first place?”
For some reason after Anthony had left the
room, the only thing he wanted was to get rid of
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