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turn me
on too.” He shot Rhodes a quick glance. “Maybe it’s just that I’m really
slutty.”
    Rhodes sighed, a little calmer, although anger and hurt
still rolled beneath his skin. “You didn’t answer. Why didn’t you say
anything?”
    With a shrug, Wash said, “At the high school I went to,
hitting on some guy in the locker room was a good way to get your balls sliced
off. I kept my eyes off the other guys’ asses, dated girls and hooked up a few
times with random guys who were just as eager to keep it secret as I was. Never
had a boyfriend or anything. I mean, I’ve never even fucked the same guy twice.
Guess keeping it a secret got to be a habit. When you came out to me, I was
just so shocked. I kept expecting you to laugh and admit it was a joke.”
    “Yeah,” Rhodes snorted. “Real funny joke.”
    “I just couldn’t believe it was real,” Wash admitted. “After
all the times I’d thought about you…”
    Rhodes studied Wash’s averted profile for a few moments.
“You thought about me?”
    Color darkening his cheeks, Wash flicked a quick glance at
Rhodes, his mouth quirking. “Maybe. You ever think about me?”
    Cupping Wash’s jaw in his palm, Rhodes tilted his partner’s
face until he could meet his eyes. “Just all the fucking time,” Rhodes growled,
leaning in as his hand slid behind Wash’s neck. “At the office, in the car on a
stakeout, shopping for groceries…” He bore Wash back until they were both lying
on the bed, his body stretched over Wash’s, their faces just inches apart. “But
mostly in bed, jerking off.”
    The small sound from Wash was muffled as Rhodes’ lips met
his. The kiss was hesitant, unsure for only a second before Rhodes crushed
their mouths together. His tongue delved into Wash’s mouth, frantically
claiming him as his own. Rhodes closed his eyes, stunned and aroused and
terrified that this moment wasn’t real, that this was one of a thousand dreams
about his partner, destined to dissolve as soon as he opened his eyes.
    Despite Rhodes’ fears, Wash felt real beneath him. Real and
hard, his hands clutching him back tightly, his fingers digging into the
muscles of Rhodes’ back. Ending the kiss, Rhodes pulled back and forced himself
to open his eyes. To his relief, Wash was really there, staring at him from
just a few inches away, his eyes hungry and hot. A rush of pure happiness
flooded Rhodes as he lowered his mouth once more.
    Kissing Wash was incredible. Rhodes nipped at him, lightly
biting those lips that drove him crazy every time he looked at his partner.
When Wash’s hands moved to Rhodes’ head and tried to yank him down into a
harder kiss, Rhodes shifted down so he could lick and suck Wash’s neck.
    “That’s good too,” Wash moaned, his fingers flexing on
Rhodes’ skull.
    Christ , Wash tasted good, sweet and salty. Rhodes
wondered how he’d managed to get off the dance floor without throwing Wash down
and fucking him. He pressed his lips to the dip above Wash’s collarbone,
feeling the rise and fall of his panting breaths before working his way back up
his neck.
    Rhodes sucked at his earlobe, teasing it with his teeth and
brushed his lips across the sensitive skin beneath, loving every eager sound
that Wash made as he tilted his head to allow Rhodes better access.
    “I’ve never kissed a guy before,” Wash rasped. “Guess I’ve
been missing out.”
    It took a second for the admission to register. Once it did,
Rhodes pulled away, closed his eyes and bit back a curse. “What are you
saying?” he managed to ask somewhat calmly, opening his eyes.
    “What?” Wash blinked at him, looking honestly confused. “I’m
saying that you’re the first guy I’ve kissed.”
    With a groan, Rhodes rolled off Wash onto his back, covering
his face with his arm. His brain struggled to function. “You just said you’d
hooked up with other guys.”
    “I have,” Wash explained, “but we didn’t kiss or anything.
It was just down-and-dirty,