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the same thing at the Learning Annex," James said. "Most people bugger off as soon as the lessons shift from single words to sentences. So can you swim now?"
    "Yes."
    "Brilliantly?"
    "No. But good enough not to embarrass my kids. And that was the point."
    James cooked dinner—squash casserole, his mum's recipe—and then they settled back on the sofa for a movie. Afterward, James slid into Michael's arms. He wasn't sure how far he wanted things to go. But he wanted to be held, and he wasn't disappointed. They watched another movie like that, Michael on his back, James on top on him, cheek pressed against the other man's chest. He liked the feel on Michael's fingers against his scalp, down his neck, along the length of his spine. He hardly paid any attention to the movie, enthralled by being held without any sexual overtures, without dirty talk or traveling hands. Michael was semi-hard, had been that way for a while, yet he said nothing.
    "Want to watch some porn?" James whispered as the movie's credits began to roll.
    Michael nodded. Shyly, he kissed James's forehead. James responded by pressing their mouths together, kissing the other man until they were both breathless. Then he took the remote and started searching. As he'd noted the previous night, the streaming service's basic porn feed was geared toward the mainstream. Currently two blonde women, one lithe and delectable, the other curvaceous with huge enhanced tits, were having a food fight in a kitchen. Covered with batter, flour and sugar crystals, they started to make out, then to clean each other with their mouths. The lithe girl spread her legs as the curvaceous one licked thick yellow batter away, revealing the pink beneath.
    "Fancy a little girl on girl, do you?" James whispered, caressing Michael's hard-on.
    "It's nice," Michael murmured, gaze shifting to James. "I'm beginning to wonder if there's anything I don't fancy."
    "We could find a girl and share her," James said. "You take her pussy. I'll take her ass. Fuck her so hard our cocks meet in the middle."
    Michael made a little sound. James grinned.
    "You are so easy. I swear I could make you come just by talking," he whispered in Michael's ear. "But I'd rather..."
    "What?"
    James finished the sentence that had come spontaneously to his lips. "I'd rather have you the old-fashioned way."
    Michael undid his belt, sliding out of his trousers. He was slipping off his boxer shorts when James realized his condoms were in his little bedroom. "I need..."
    "Please," Michael said, lifting his face for a kiss. James couldn't deny him, couldn't deny his own urgency, but he had to repeat the truth.
    "I don't have a condom or lube..."
    Michael already had James's jeans around his ankles, had his shorts down and cock out. He guided that hard member down to his asshole and pressed against it, opening himself, letting a millimeter of James slip inside.
    James moaned. They both knew he had HSV-2. Part of James considered unprotected sex ludicrous, indefensible. The other part thought this was Michael's way of expressing something he couldn't put in words. The pleasure enveloping the head of James's cock, slightly inside Michael, was radically different without that familiar latex shield. Michael was hot, tight and rough, exciting James all the way back to his own asshole. When he pushed in harder, Michael cried out, teeth clenched.
    "Does it hurt too much?"
    "I like it," Michael gasped. "Harder."
    James took a deep breath. Then he pushed into Michael as hard as he could, burying himself up to his balls. Michael made a choked sound, pain mingled with pleasure, even as his cock jerked and emitted a molten white pearl.
    "You want my cock, don't you?"
    Michael nodded, eyes shut, torso lifting as he wrapped his legs around James.
    "Say it."
    "I want your cock."
    "Say it!"
    "I want your cock so bad—oh—oh God—"
    Michael broke off as James hit his rhythm, thrusting according to Michael's gasps.
    "You want my cock more than those