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come hitting his chest and chin, his balls twisting almost painfully with each convulsion. Sore, well-used muscles clamped around Alexei’s shaft, still sawing in and out of Mike’s body.
    It hurt so fucking good .
    Alexei shoved as deep as he could go, sending another shock through Mike’s body.
    “ Michael ,” Alexei whispered, followed by that word Alexei had used before.
    Shudders racked Alexei and shivered through Mike as his lover, his best friend, silently came apart. Mike cupped Alexei’s face, to the strong jaw that fit perfectly in his palm, and ran his thumb over a broad cheekbone.
    Jesus, Alexei was beautiful. Mike wanted to watch Alexei like this for hours.
    For a long time, they stayed like that, just holding on to each other and trying to remember how to breathe. It was still far too soon when Alexei’s grip eased and he focused on Mike’s face. His heart squeezed painfully at what he saw there.
    “I’m sorry,” Alexei said quietly.
    Mike narrowed his eyes threateningly. “Don’t you dare .”
    When Alexei opened his mouth to speak, Mike pushed himself away, groaning as Alexei’s thick cock slipped from his wonderfully tender hole. Holy crap, that’s good . Alexei grunted, temporarily too occupied with the condom to say something Mike would hate him for.
    He wasn’t going to let Alexei fuck this up. Not the sex. And not whatever else was between them.
    “Mike,” Alexei began.
    Mike rolled to his feet beside the bed. His legs were decidedly unsteady. His ass felt fantastic .
    “I’ll get us something to clean us up.” Mike threw the covers back onto the bed. “You stay here.”
    He grabbed what he needed and was gone before Alexei could say another word.
    Mike was no idiot. He knew Alexei was going to try to regret this. But Mike didn’t. Wouldn’t. And if he never won another goddamn argument with the stupid man waiting in his bed, he would convince Alexei to give it—them—a chance.

Chapter Eight
     
    Alexei thought he might have just done the stupidest thing he’d ever done. And that was really saying something.
    Christ, it had been amazing, though.
    He scrubbed his hands over his face and got out of bed, putting away the lube and straightening the bedding. He was tempted to make a run for it but that would be damn cowardly. Also, he’d never get past Mike in the hallway.
    He hunted around for his pajama bottoms, searching in the sheets and under the dresser. Where the hell had they gone?
    He turned to find Mike standing in the doorway, grinning. “Looking for something?”
    Alexei planted his hands on his hips, almost grateful that he was too old to have recovered sufficiently to respond to Mike’s blatantly thorough study.
    The last thing this night needed was another erection.
    “Really, Michael? You stole my pants?” Alexei took a step toward the door. “It’s not like I can’t just walk to my apartment like this.”
    Mike shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. “You can try.”
    “I have to go,” Alexei said through gritted teeth. The thought of getting into a wrestling match was rapidly disproving his previous theory about his refractory period.
    “Okay,” Mike said, surprising him. “I’ll come with you.”
    Something embarrassingly like panic clawed at Alexei. “No, you won’t.”
    “I have a key. You going to barricade the door?”
    “I might.”
    Mike nodded and yawned, clearly unimpressed.
    Alexei suddenly recalled they had a playoff game tomorrow. Jesus Christ. Where was his head? “You need to get to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.”
    “Yes, we do.”
    Alexei looked over Mike’s shoulder, then at Mike, who had crossed his arms over his chest. Mike raised his eyebrows, daring him to try it.
    “Fine,” Alexei growled. He climbed into the bed and jerked the covers over his legs. It wasn’t like he could fuck this up any more thoroughly than he already had. Jesus H. Christ, he’d just fucked Mike . A man who meant more to him than…well,