Free The Virgin Master by Jordan Brewer Page B

there was someone else. He had gone to gay bars, hoping to find, at the very least, a distraction; but no one appealed to him. Women still attracted him, but not nearly to the extent that Evan did. He had to conclude that weirdly, he was bi-sexual in an extremely limited way. Apparently it was Evan or no one.
     
    The end of the year that Jeremy met Evan, Jeremy graduated with a four-year degree and Evan finished his MBA program. He and Justin moved back to Dallas so that Evan could join his father’s company. Jeremy missed him, but realized the extremely low likelihood of ever seeing him or being with him again, even socially. He entered the MBA program and tried to forget about violet eyes and impossibly long copper-gold eyelashes. After a while he could date women again, and have more or less satisfying sex.
     
    The week before his MBA graduation, he got a desperate phone call from his father and plunged into trying to save the Paxton Group from going under. He ate, slept and breathed spreadsheets and meetings until the final downfall. His father had not mismanaged the company . T he market for their specialized home gaming products had just vanished when most of the middle class did. People still played video and holo games : they just didn’t replace what they already had or bought used or gray market sets. Jeremy had seen that they needed to diversify and nearly had a deal that would make it possible for them to move into aftermarket auto parts. By that time, no one would finance the company. The deal fell through and his family was ruined. He hadn’t had time to miss Evan or have any kind of soci al life for the past four years .
     
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    Evan’s emotions ran riot. He hated holding Jeremy down so that someone else could hurt him. Even for the necessary pain it w ould take to heal . He hated it. But at the same time, he noticed he was half-hard. Something about holding Jeremy down turned him on fast. Jeremy had to have noticed. Once again, Evan tried to tell himself that just touching, or being touched again, sparked an exaggerated response; but he knew better. He had always had a little dark side to him.
     
    He had enjoyed holding Justin down and taking him rough and hard on occasion. Of course Justin claimed to enjoy it, too, but Evan? Evan always knew he enjoyed it a lot more than he was comfortable admitting. Watching Jeremy in pain, though, killed his erection almost instantly and Evan felt a little better about himself.
     
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    When Evan first straddled Jeremy to hold him down, Jeremy astonished himself by the strength and depth of the arousal evoked by feeling Evan’s weight holding him. Those feelings vanished immediately once Tom began treatment. After Tom cut away the affected tissue from the infected lesion and stitched it up, he put two stitches each in four more tears.
     
    Once the pain o f debridement had ended, Jeremy tolerated the additional stitches well. They barely hurt in comparison. He removed the belt from his mouth, but Evan continued to sit on him. He certainly had noticed Evan’s brief arousal. He was in too much pain to be aroused in return, but it interested him. And he noted, without surprise, that once the severe pain passed, Evan’s soothing touches on his wrists flared hot against his skin. A tiny spark of hope glowed deep inside his chest.
     
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    T om saw the douche kit and powder on the bedside table and without comment prepared it and asked Evan to get Jeremy stripped and into the tub. Jeremy was a shaking mess. The valium relaxed him a little bit, but the surge of adrenalin he had gotten from being held down and hurt, and the surprising wave of arousal he had felt when Evan  first exerted force to hold him down had worn him out, coming on top of the stress of putting himself up for sale. Tom showed Evan and Jeremy how to administer the antibiotic douche and started to pack up. Evan helped Jeremy into the bathroom in the hallway and left him to select a