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Hal was vaguely aware of the other couples going at it hot and heavy around them, their own urgency to unload ignited by Hal and Dylan.

“Oh, fuck-fuck-fuuuckk!”Hal wailed and thrust one hand between them, grabbing Dylan’s pulsing cock. He pumped him vigorously as he fucked Dylan with all his strength. “Uuuhh! Shiittt!”

Dylan let out a strangled cry as his body jerked and he shot cum all over himself and Hal.

“Yes…”Hal cried, and his back bowed as he shoved in deep and hard—and filled Dylan’s ass with hot cum. “Fuuuck! God! Oh my god!”He thrust erratically as his balls continued to empty, and kept stroking Dylan’s dick as it squirted out its last bit of creamy juice. “Shit…”Hal gasped hard and sagged on top of Dylan. “Holy fuck…”

“I think that’s a wrap,” the director spoke up with a smile in his voice.

Hal couldn’t move, couldn’t let go of Dylan. He’d known for some time that he had feelings for Dylan, but until now—he hadn’t realized just how deep they went.

When he finally managed to lift off Dylan and lay down on the bed, everyone else was gone.

Silence filled the room as they both laid on their backs and stared at the high ceiling. No words came to them for a few moments, then Dylan whispered, “Why were you pissed at me?”

Hal shook his head. “It was stupid and petty,” he mumbled.

“Tell me.”

Hal blinked, his throat tight. “You said Garrett’s kiss was the best you’ve ever had.” He turned his head and looked at Dylan. His friend stared back at him with a puzzled frown. “That night that we…” he licked his lips. “I don’t know if you remember, but we kissed a lot that night. I guess I wanted…hoped…thatmykiss was the best you ever had.”

Dylan stared at him. “That’s why you got pissed?”

Hal nodded and sighed. “Like I said, stupid and petty.”

Returning his eyes to the ceiling, Dylan asked quietly, “If you’ve wanted this for so long…” He looked at Hal again. “Why did you bring me here? Why didn’tyoujust fuck me, if that’s what you really wanted?”

Hal twisted onto his stomach and propped on his elbows. He rubbed his face and shook his head. “I was scared that maybe you weren’t really gay. I knew if we fucked and you weren’t…then it would crush me. I couldn’t be with you that way just once. I knew that. I was afraid of what it would do to me…and to us, to our friendship. I thought it would be safer this way. I could find out if you liked fucking men—without putting myself out there and risking my heart.”

“Oh,” Dylan whispered.

Hal leaned over and pressed his lips to Dylan’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said thickly. “I should have taken the risk. You were worth it, and Iknewyou were worth it. I was a chickenshit and I ruined everything.”

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Hal closed his eyes and laid his head on Dylan’s arm. Tremors ran through the man as he struggled with his emotions. He was hating himself right now for not taking the risk, thought it made him a coward and somehow undermined what Dylan meant to him.

He was wrong.

Nothing was ruined. Everything wasperfect.

Dylan laid his head against Hal’s and kissed his hair. “It is.”

Hal shuddered at the implication of Dylan’s words. “What is?” he whispered unsteadily.

“Your kiss.”

Hal went still, and Dylan could practically feel Hal’s heart beating a hole in his chest. “What about it?”

Dylan lifted Hal’s face, smiled, and kissed him from his heart. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”