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you have other plans or something?” Garrett asked. It suddenly hit him for the first time that Justin was leaving him, right now, this morning, to go fuck someone else. On camera. Because that was his job.
    It kind of felt like someone had punched him in the stomach, but at the same time, in a way that really made Garrett’s head spin, it was also sort of a turn-on. What the fuck was wrong with him? He should be jealous, right? But then, he’d known Justin was a porn star before he’d even learned his name. So jealousy was illogical. And the porno movies were hot , and of course Garrett liked watching them.
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    maybe Justin would top, but whatever. There would be fucking, whichever part Justin played—fucking without Garrett’s involvement.
    “Are you okay?” Justin asked. “You look a little flushed.”
    “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, shaking his head and trying to smile. He could freak out later, once Justin was gone. Or wait until Justin went back to L.A., which would be even better. They could have this weekend together, and then Garrett could have his little meltdown in private and try to unravel all the weird thoughts in his head.
    Justin gave him a puzzled look but didn’t push. “I’ll be finished around three, I think. Do you want me to call you or just come back here? Will you be home? I don’t want you to sit around and wait for me all day.”
    “Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do: chores, phone calls, e-mails. You know. I’ll make sure I’m here, but you can call, too, if you want. Let me know if you think of anything you want to do this afternoon. We could go wander around the city, or see a movie, or whatever.”
    “Shopping?” Justin asked, a sparkle in his eyes letting Garrett know he was teasing.
    “Oh God.” He shuddered, remembering the relentless flirtation and teasing on their last excursion. “Fine. I’ll take you shopping. In the Castro or wherever you want. Whatever you want,” he finished softly.
    “Hmmm,” Justin responded, shaking his head. “Can’t have what I want just yet. The car’s waiting downstairs. I kind of need to be able to get it up in about an hour or less.”
    He winked.
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    Garrett felt his face flush, pleased arousal and frustration and jealousy and all those confusing, conflicting feelings flooding him again. Justin laughed at whatever weird things his face was doing as a result, pulled him close, and gave him a slow, thorough kiss that made Garrett’s toes curl. He felt a lot less confused after they broke apart, a welcome side effect of his brain shutting off.
    “I should go,” Justin said, licking his lips.
    “Have a good day at work, honey.”
    Laughing, Justin gave him another quick kiss, and then he grabbed his backpack and left.
    The house felt very empty without him. Garrett tried to ignore it and set to cleaning his kitchen.

    AT TWO-THIRTY the cell phone beeped with a text message saying Justin was finished and on his way back. His hair was still wet when he arrived at the door, and Garrett could smell the soap and subtle spice of cologne.
    “How was work today, dear?” Garrett asked, fluttering his eyelashes.
    Justin thought for a moment before grinning. “A pain in the ass.”
    “Wow. I can’t decide whether it’s better if you mean that literally or figuratively,” Garrett said, blinking. “And I guess that answers my questions about what you did today, not that I was actually going to ask.”
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    “You can ask.” Justin shrugged. “I’m not shy. Today’s film was both topping and bottoming, but the bottoming part took a lot longer to shoot. They kept pausing for still photos, and then needing to adjust the lights, and then the condom would start to dry out, and I didn’t want to stop