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move it. “Justin, please. I’m desperate here.”
    Justin chuckled. “I’m on it.”
    Sean looked down as Justin started to stroke him again. The sight of Justin’s fingers, slender and strong around his cock, the head emerging with each slide of his hand was all it took. Sean came with a stifled curse, shooting between them and making a mess of Justin’s shirt.
    Sean felt Justin’s lips brush his cheek, and he turned his head, seeking another kiss. When they parted, both still breathless, Justin looked down.
    “Bloody hell. Look at the state of us,” Justin said.
    “These clothes are all machine washable, right?” Sean wiped a sticky hand on his shirt. “At least we made it inside the front door.”
    “That was a fucking miracle in itself. I was seriously tempted to blow you in the taxi.” Justin grinned.
    Sean smiled back, hopelessly smitten. Yet he was already bracing himself for the weirdness that would soon come barging into this intimate space between them, chasing away the possibility of anything more. “I don’t want this to be over,” he blurted in a rush of honesty. “That was why I didn’t want you to come so fast. I don’t know what we’re doing, or why, and maybe we can think about that tomorrow. But I want more of this.” He gestured between them, heart pounding hard as he waited.
    Justin’s smile had faded to be replaced by caution, as though he were looking for a catch. “I’m up for more,” Justin finally said, and Sean breathed a sigh of relief. “Well—” Justin looked down at his dick, which was mostly soft now. “—I can be in a little while. If we’re going to have drunken, bad-decision buddy sex, we might as well do it in style, right? Bedroom?”
    They pulled their trousers back up so they could walk there without tripping. But as soon as they were in Justin’s room, Justin started shedding his clothes. Sean watched as he stripped, revealing his pale skin and lean, smooth body. When he was down to his socks and underwear, Justin looked up and frowned. “This isn’t a free show. Get your kit off.”
    Justin was naked before Sean had finished his shirt buttons, and he came and batted Sean’s hands away. Together they got Sean out of his clothes between kisses.
    “Chilly?” Justin asked, rubbing his fingertips over Sean’s tight nipples.
    “Yeah.” Sean shivered, but not entirely from the cold. He was already getting hard again. Justin’s skin was so smooth and warm. Sean wanted to kiss him all over.
    “Get into bed, I’ll go and put the heating on for an hour. I don’t want to have to blow you under the covers, or I’ll suffocate.”
    Sean’s cock lifted a few more degrees at the thought of Justin’s mouth on him. All his teenage fantasies were coming to life right there. He gave up a silent prayer of thanks for the chain of events that had led them to this. Even if it was only for one night.
    Sean got under the covers while Justin nipped out to the hallway to fiddle with his thermostat. When he came back, he burrowed under the duvet next to Sean, all cold hands and feet that made Sean squirm. His mouth was warm, though, and when they started kissing, the heat built quickly between them in more ways than one.
    “Why have we never done this before?” Justin asked as he moved down to kiss Sean’s neck, rubbing his cheek against Sean’s stubble like a cat.
    “You were always with someone after I came out,” Sean reminded him. “Well… apart from before you met Andy. But there were only a few weeks between Conrad and Andy, and I was supposed to be leaving the country soon.”
    “But you wanted to?”
    Sean couldn’t see Justin’s expression. The question sounded casual, but for Sean it was loaded. “You’re pretty easy on the eye. I wouldn’t have kicked you out of bed if you’d offered.”
    “Wow. You really know how to turn on the charm.” Justin’s teeth closed on Sean’s neck and bit a little harder than was fun.
    Sean yelped, and Justin