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you in the kitchen.”
    Trent patted his behind and left the room. The urge to rub out a quick one was achingly strong. He behaved himself, but washed in record time to stave off his weakening resolve.
    Since he didn’t have his backpack in the bedroom to get his clean undies, he decided to free ball it. As he was pulling up the shorts, Trent entered, holding his pack.
    “Uh, thanks.”
    He thought about dropping the shorts and putting on his underwear, but rejected it.
    Oh well. Easier access later.
    The thought had his dick springing back to life, which was way too obvious in his commando state. He didn’t miss Trent’s interest in his aroused condition.
    “Food first. You’ll want to be fortified for the evening.”
    The deep timbre of Trent’s voice, the slight growl when he’d told him what they were going to do, had him right at the precipice of an orgasm once again. It was like a warm, welcoming mouth wrapped around his cock whenever Trent spoke to him like that. It was most definitely the only time in his life when he’d experienced such a thing.
    They decided on the fish and while the grill warmed up, Trent put some brown rice in the cooker and Shawn sliced up some tomato and cucumber to go along with the salad. It was homey and comfortable, not at all how he’d pictured them being together for the first time. But it was good.
    “Can you chop up these green onions too?”
    “Sure. You want them in with the salad?”
    “They’re for the rice.”
    Shawn was curious, but he waited to see what sort of culinary magic Trent had in mind.
    Once they had everything ready, Trent took the steaks outside for a quick heating. By the time he was back inside, everything else was ready to go. He watched as Trent scooped up the rice and put it in a serving bowl. Then he added a couple of spoons of olive oil, some garlic salt and the onions Shawn had chopped up. He mixed it all together.
    “Gives it some flavor.”
    Shawn nodded, his mouth watering. Not only did he and Trent have similar likes in food, but having a hunky, sexy man around who liked to cook? That was a recipe for endless wet dreams.
    It had finally cooled down to a more bearable temperature of somewhere in the upper eighties, so they decided to eat out on the covered patio. It was blissfully relaxing and Shawn was so grateful that they’d managed to get together, and that the barriers Trent had put up had finally seemed to come down.
    “You’re thinking about something.”
    Shawn glanced up from the fork in his hand that had just been filled with a bite of the amazing rice. He chewed it then swallowed, wiping his mouth with one of the paper towels they’d brought outside.
    “I’m glad things worked out so we could be together today—that you didn’t run away from me like those times before.”
    Trent appeared uncomfortable, peering down at his plate and fiddling with his fork.
    Shawn had a twinge of regret for opening his big mouth. At the same time, as much as he liked it when other people spoke directly and didn’t play games, he was the same way.
    “I wasn’t running.” Trent frowned. “Maybe a little.” He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around before training his gaze on Shawn. “I think you can tell how much I like you.
    It just took me a bit to allow myself to take a chance again. That’s all.”
    This time he didn’t look away, but kept his eyes locked on Shawn.
    “I get it.” An unusual bout of shyness rose up in him. “Are you glad you took a chance?”
    “Very.”
    Shawn’s breath hitched a little. With one word Trent had conveyed a tremendous amount of intent. They went back to eating, silent for most of it. When they’d finished, Shawn rose to help Trent take in the dishes, but Trent laid a hand on his shoulder as he walked past.
    “Stay here. I’ve got this.”
    He wanted to protest, but there was that tone in Trent’s voice again that made him weak-kneed. Made him want to do whatever Trent asked of him. In a