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his shoulders. Then he was back, crushing his lips over Max’s and pressing his naked abs against Max’s stomach.
    Holy fucking hell.
    This was what he wanted. This was all he wanted. Trev, so hot for him he didn’t stop to think out the consequences of his actions.
    Trev wrenched his mouth away. “I told Des I was out, you stupid dickhead. And so what if we need to talk? You don’t tell me you have wet dreams about me and then leave. Ever. Jesus, if I had my way, you’d never leave.”
    Never? The word made him see stars, made the world spin.
    “You think I’d rather have a wet dream than fuck you for real?”Max grabbed Trev’s ass and hauled him even closer, ramming their cocks together.
    Trev kissed him, again and again, each kiss harder and more intimate than the last. They made Max’s heart soar and his dick ache.
    Trev’s irritation and Max’s frustration gave way to sizzling passion as they rocked against each other. The heat between the two of them could have started a fire.
    It did start a fire. Max was in flames, so hot, so ready, so fucking in love, he couldn’t stand it. He flattened his hands against Trev’s lower back and slid them under the waistband of his jeans and undies until he held his hot, hard buttocks.
    Jesus fucking Christ. This was it. This was what he wanted. Trev’s nude flesh against his.
    And then hands were moving, fingers were busy. Belts came off and jeans flew through the air.
    “Bedroom! Now,” Max demanded. He would have taken Trev right there on the carpeted floor, would have claimed him forever, if not for the fact he’d arrived here empty-handed. No condoms or lube. And for what he had in mind, they needed both. In copious amounts.
    “Bedroom,” Trev agreed and wrapped his hand around Max’s cock.
    “Trev…” The breath exploded out of him, and then they were kissing again. Kissing and moving, racing through the house in their urgency to get to Trev’s bed. Trev knocked into a doorframe but didn’t seem to notice, and Max refused to release his lips long enough to ask if he was okay. He’d check later. With his mouth.
    The bedroom appeared like a haven in his peripheral vision. Other things appeared in his peripheral vision too, things he’d never noticed before, but his head was too wrapped up in Trev to think twice about them. He’d ask later. Like he’d ask about the unexpected scent of vanilla that tinged the air.
    He pushed against Trev’s shoulders, and Trev fell back flat on the bed. Max landed on top of him. God, when had kissing ever turned him on this much? When had the feel of Trev’s hands caressing his back ever sent thousands of goose bumps racing over his skin?
    When had he ever needed anyone as much as he needed Trev?
    “Touch me,” Trev demanded. “Touch my cock.”
    The yearning in his voice thrilled Max. Trev wanted him almost as much as he wanted Trev. He pulled away from their kiss and rolled over so he lay on his side next to him. Then he ran his hand over Trev’s hairless chest, over the tightened nubs of both his nipples, over the flat, washboard abs of his stomach and lower, chasing the light trail of hair that tapered toward his groin where his cock lay hard, steely and dripping.
    “Oh, yeah,” Max muttered. With very deliberate movements, he closed his hand around Trev’s shaft and squeezed gently, milking a few more drops of come.
    “Ahhhhh, fuck ,” was Trev’s response.
    Max leaned down and ran his tongue over the tip of Trev’s dick, licking up the mess.
    As he swallowed, relishing the salty bitterness, Trev arched his back and moaned. “Christ, I’ve missed this.”
    “Not even close to as much as I have,”Max murmured and opened his mouth to suck Trev in, tormenting him with tiny licks around his dick. Tormenting himself, wanting to swallow him whole but refusing them both the satisfaction.
    Trev rocked against his mouth, trying to get in deeper, faster, but Max held his arm over his thighs, refusing to let