Free Get What You Need by Jeanette Grey Page A

curled in on himself, digging nails hard into Greg’s back and dragging them down as he pulsed. His vision swam with the force of it, come spattering his chest, and it was a mess, and it was maybe the best sex he’d had in his life, and he was so glad. So glad he’d waited and come home, here, to have it with Greg.
    Greg fucked him through it. The instant Marsh started to get his hearing and his sight back, Greg gave another few unsteady pumps of his hips, and then his eyes, open right up until that moment, clenched tight. He pushed deep, abdomen flexing, and then there was just the groan and Marsh’s name.
    And Greg collapsing onto Marsh’s chest, spent.
    Forgetting himself, still catching his breath, Marsh encircled Greg in his arms, making long, slow strokes over his spine and eating up his shivers. Marsh’s body was thrumming, everything feeling loose and good.
    Until Greg stiffened and pulled away. Marsh winced when he slipped free. He slung an arm over his face and breathed into the darkness.
    Fuck. Fuck. He’d known this was what he was getting himself into, but that didn’t make it suck any less. He couldn’t have the good feeling without the aftermath, so after a few deep lungfuls, he fixed his expression and dropped his arm, moving to sit. Greg had shifted to the end of the bed, his body twisting away as he dealt with the condom, and maybe it was better that way. It was easier if Greg didn’t have to look at him.
    Marsh swiped his pants off the floor and stuck his legs through. He hiked them up as he stood. Draping the sheet over his lap, Greg sat back against the wall, and Marsh could feel his gaze on him.
    “You taking off then?”
    Marsh couldn’t quite make out Greg’s tone, and Greg’s face was as unreadable as ever. Marsh looked down at the ground and picked up his shirt. “Yeah.” And he had to tack on, “Don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”
    “You’re not. Overstaying. You can stick around, if you want.”
    What Marsh wouldn’t give if he thought Greg really meant that. All he could hear, though, was the lie about the tutoring from before as he looked at the papers still strewn across Greg’s desk. “Nah.” He flashed a smile that tasted bitter on his tongue. “Besides, your study buddy’ll be back in the morning, right? I don’t think I need that much help with my stats homework.”
    Greg’s face turned guilty, and fuck, why couldn’t they just go back to five minutes ago, when everything had been perfect? “I didn’t know if you’d want…”
    “Want people to know?”
    “Well, yeah.”
    “He’s your friend,” Marsh said, like he didn’t care. “It’s your business.”
    “You live here, too. It’s your business.”
    “No skin off my back.” Marsh wasn’t the one with anything to be ashamed of. “Did you want him to know?”
    When Greg hesitated, Marsh’s stomach dipped. Was there anything else he needed to hear? He cleared his throat and looked away. “I don’t know.”
    “Well, when you do, let me know.” Marsh pulled his shirt on and stepped into his shoes. He didn’t waste any time getting to the door. “Until then, I’m out.”
    Stupidly, he had to go and take a glance over his shoulder before he walked out. Greg was sitting against the wall, looking way more conflicted than Marsh knew what to do with, his cheek sucked in like he was biting the inside of his mouth. And damn it all, Marsh was trying to keep things simple, but with Greg looking like that it was almost impossible to go.
    There was more to say. Lots more. But this thing they had would never hold up to scrutiny, and he wasn’t ready to lose it yet.
    Greg lifted his head and offered up a smile that looked as forced as Marsh’s had been. “Okay.” He raised his hand weakly. “Good night.”
    “Night.”
    No more looks back. Marsh pulled the door wide and walked out into the silent house they shared, alone.

Chapter Five
    It always started with the aura. Greg blinked hard and dug the