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“You got me wet enough. Let’s go.”

Tor grinned at him. “We’re in a bed, alone, not rushing. Let’s mix things up and use lube, tough guy.”

“The fuck we’re not rushing. I want your cock in my ass.”

Slick fingers pushed into him. “You’ll get it.”

He roamed his eyes over Tor, landing on his groin. “You have the best dick.”

“Glad you think so.” Tor stroked the slick over himself and then pressed his crown against Jule’s rim.

“Do it.”

He dug his fingertips into Jule’s hip with one hand and held his own cock with the other as he pushed forward and breached him.

“Yes.” Jule’s back bowed. “Fuck yes.”

Without slowing, Tor shoved the rest of the way in, not stopping until his balls bumped against Jule. Then he pulled out and pushed inside again. “Jesus, so good.” He straightened his arms, flattened his palms against the mattress to brace himself, and drove in harder.

“Like that.” Jule gripped Tor’s shoulders and pumped his hips in concert with Tor. “You’re perfect. Do me just right.”

Tor lowered his face and kissed him while he punched in and out of his body. They moved together, grunting and moaning and calling out each other’s names until Jule couldn’t hold back any longer. He fell over the edge, shouting and coming and thrashing so hard his teeth clicked.

Above him, Tor trembled and stilled, losing himself inside Jule’s body.

“Damn.” Jule straightened his twitching legs.

“Uh huh.” Tor collapsed onto him, face buried in his neck.

They lay together, gasping for air, skin slick with sweat. “How long till we can go again?”

Tor raised his head until their eyes met and then he laughed, Jule joining him. Whatever else was waiting outside, in that moment, alone in his bed with Tor, everything was right and he was happy. That was enough. It had to be.

Chapter 15 – Age 30

“No.” Jule shook his head.

His client opened his mouth.

“No,” he said again.

“But—”

“Seriously, no.” Jule’s phone buzzed, but he ignored it.

“If I pay Dan, he’ll change his story,” his client explained.

“Are you going to smoke that whole thing yourself or are you going to pass it around?

He frowned. “Huh?”

“I’m saying you must be on something right now because how the fuck do you think that’s a good idea when Dan’s the one who went to the cops in the first place? And where are you going to get the money to pay him when we both know you’re broke?”

“A buddy of mine has a great plan. He’s working at this pawn shop on McDowell and—”

“Stop immediately.” Jule rubbed his temples to stave off the headache this conversation was certain to give him. “Do not finish that sentence and do not move forward with that plan.”

“But my buddy works there. He has a key. He’s allowed to be at the shop and handle the merchandise so it’s okay if we—”