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just see over the top step into Connor’s room. What he saw there made him hold his breath, afraid Connor would hear him. Afraid he would stop.
    Connor was leaning against the wall by the door, staring out the window to the backyard. John had been out there just a short while ago. Had Connor been watching him? The lights were off, but there were no curtains on the window, and the moonlight illuminated Connor’s profile perfectly. He was bare from the ass up. His pants were pushed down around his thighs. He had one hand wrapped around his dick. In the dark the outline of Connor’s cock looked thick and rock hard. His hand slowly pumped along the length of it, and Connor’s head gently fell back against the wall. His hips jerked a little, and his free hand resting on his thigh clenched into a fist.
    John looked at his face. Connor’s eyes were closed now, and he was biting his lower lip. To keep quiet, John supposed. They were both being so awfully quiet tonight. Connor’s hand picked up its pace, and his shoulders hunched. A sigh like a whisper cut the night as Connor’s left hand came up and covered the head of his cock. His other hand continued to pump, and his hips jerked.
    John nearly gasped aloud as he watched Connor come. What was he thinking of? Who? How did he taste?
    It was the last question that got John’s feet moving—backward. He kept one hand on the wall to guide him, and as soon as he made it back around the corner, he turned and went down as quietly as he’d gone up. He felt the sweat trickling between his shoulder blades, and his hands were shaking. He went straight to his room. For the first time in over a year, he planned to do exactly what Connor had done. He hoped like hell it was enough. It had to be enough.
     
    “What color?” John asked as Connor tentatively sipped his boiling-hot coffee and made a face. He was sitting on that porch step again, and every so often he’d dust his hand across those handprints. John didn’t think he even realized he was doing it.
    John was lounging on the bench, one leg draped over the arm while his other foot pushed it in a lazy swing. He’d been worried that he wouldn’t be able to face Connor this morning. He felt slightly dirty for secretly watching him masturbate last night, but it was a comfortably good feeling. One he hadn’t had in a long time, and he’d missed it. A couple of times last night he’d gotten off thinking about Connor and getting very dirty with him. Strangely enough, he felt more relaxed around Connor this morning. Sex did that to a man. He grinned into his coffee cup. His grin faded as he belatedly remembered it hadn’t been real sex. But it was the best sex he’d had in years.
    “Don’t know. What do you want?” Connor’s answer was characteristically short. And self-effacing, which John was beginning to realize was also characteristic of Connor.
    “I want what you want,” John answered, just to be difficult.
    Connor looked at him then. He raised his eyebrows. “Do you?”
    John blinked at him rapidly a few times, various scenarios left over from last night’s fantasies racing through his head. Connor’s eyes narrowed just a bit, as if he knew what John was thinking.
    “Do you?” he asked again, quieter than before.
    “Yes,” John practically whispered, caught in the moment.
    “Then I want yellow,” Connor told him with a grin.
    He turned back to the street and took another sip as John took a deep breath and tried to recover his equilibrium. What had he been thinking? Of course Connor hadn’t been talking about sex. But now that John was thinking about it again…well, he could see he was going to have a hard time getting his mind off that track.
    “Then yellow it is,” he agreed. He stood up and prayed that Connor kept his eyes on the street. His flannel pants did nothing to hide his erection. He quickly turned to the door. “I’ll get dressed, and we’ll go to the hardware store for