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Shouting Chauncey’s name, he came. All the breath left his body as Brody shot off, his cum splashing over his hand and Chauncey’s expensive looking sheets.
“Beautiful,” Chauncey growled.
    He gave one last thrust, before he stiffened, Brody’s name a whispered praise. A shiver went through Brody at the sound. Usually, whenever somebody used his name, there was some animosity attached, but this time it sounded almost tender.
    Chauncey collapsed on top of him, the man’s heavier weight forcing Brody to the mattress. He let out a hiss of pain as the contact pressed against his freshly spanked ass. Chauncey let out a knowing chuckle.
“Bastard,” Brody mumbled without any real conviction.
     
“You have twenty minutes.”
    Brody froze as confusion and a bit of anger filled him. Was Chauncey trying to tell him he had only twenty minutes to gather his shit and get the hell out? Surely, not evenhecould be that cold. Sure, they had some bad blood between them, but that still didn’t mean he had the right to toss Brody to the curb like he was last week’s TV Guide.
“Twenty minutes?” Brody echoed dumbly. “Yeah, that’s how long you have to recover before I fuck you again.”
     
Brody smiled as relief flooded him. Now that really was a plan he could get into.
     
Chapter Five
    Chauncey held Brody in his arms and tried to process all that’d gone down in the past few hours.
    They’d made love a second time, yet Chauncey realized he didn’t want Brody to leave. Instead, he found himself savoring the sensation of having Brody curled up against his side.
    What’s more, Brody didn’t seem inclined to leave either. When they’d agreed to this hookup, Chauncey fully expected the medic to treat the encounter as a quick, fuck and leave. While their chemistry may have been on for this one evening, usually Brody acted as if he couldn’t stand to be in the same room with Chauncey for more than a few moments.
    At the moment, though, nothing could be further from the truth. Brody even let out a contented sigh as he idly traced patterns on Chauncey’s arm. In turn, Chauncey studied the younger man’s face. While the stress lines were gone from Brody’s face, his large eyes remained troubled and bleak.
“What’s bothering you? I know it’s more than Mrs. Roberts dying,” Chauncey asked.
    Brody tensed and for a moment, Chauncey thought he was in for one of the medic’s trademarkfuck-you’s. Then Brody shocked him yet again by letting out a small sigh before he swallowed a few times. If Chauncey hadn’t known better, he would have sworn Brody was holding back tears.
“It’s always bad for me this time of year. The anniversary brings up so many emotions for me.”
    Chauncey blinked a few times in confusion, feeling as if he’d missed an important part of the conversation. “What anniversary is that?” “September 11th,” Brody answered shortly.
“Oh,” Chauncey replied for lack of something better to say.
    Sure, that date affected him, too. There wasn’t a person in the EMS world, or most of the civilian community for that matter, who didn’t have strong emotions over that date. Still, they didn’t go into a deep depression like Brody was experiencing.
    Then something Brody said earlier came back to Chauncey and it all became so sickeningly clear. You should have seen the apartment my family had when we lived in New York City. Yeah, my mom and I moved back here ten years ago.Then just as quickly, Chauncey recalled the words written on the shirt Brody wore that evening.
    Damn, all the clues had been laid right there for any fool to see, yet Chauncey still managed to miss them.
    Chauncey tightened his grip on Brody. “Why did you and your mother move back to Michigan?”
    Brody lowered his head and fell silent for so long that Chauncey didn’t think he’d get an answer. Just as he was about to call back the question, Brody sniffled and said, “I was in school that day, when my Uncle Walter came to tell