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but there it was.
    “No?”
    “No.” Greg dropped his gaze and looked down. He pressed his palm over the center of Marsh’s ribs. “If you don’t want—” Me. “Just don’t—” Let me drive you from your own home.
    And now he couldn’t say the things that mattered?
    He cursed himself, ready to push away, but Marsh wasn’t letting go. Instead, he was pulling Greg in even closer, mouth right there, and he breathed, “Okay.”
    And then it was all the slow, deep heat of his kiss and the taste of his mouth, and yes, yes. Fuck, please. A needy sound passed Greg’s lips, and he opened wider, pressing forward with his tongue, nipping at the fullness of Marsh’s bottom lip.
    Marsh clutched him closer, then got a hand between them to cup Greg through his jeans. He moved to bite at the skin beside Greg’s ear. “Been thinking about this, too.”
    Damn if that wasn’t a whole new rush. Greg was so forgettable, so easy to put out of mind, and the idea that Marsh had been remembering how they’d touched and tumbled and made each other come was almost too much. “Yeah?”
    “ Ngh , yeah.” His palm stroked up and down. “Barely got to meet it last time. Didn’t get to taste you or anything.”
    It was too much too soon, and Greg had to control this, this time. The noise in his throat was almost a growl as he pushed off, and he could do this, could do anything he wanted, and what he wanted was to take Marsh to pieces. He sank to his knees and tore the towel off, leaving Marsh naked and so fucking beautiful, hard and flushed, and Greg could really see him now. No half-blind fumbling in the dark, this was messing around in full daylight, with people in the house and awake, and he wanted so much.
    He slid his hand up over perfect flesh, took a second to roll the soft skin of Marsh’s sac in his palm, then pressed his hand against the base of his cock, holding it against Marsh’s abdomen. He nosed all around the hot length of him, breathing it in before sweeping his tongue over the crown, and it tasted so good. Power rushed through him. He shook his head as he nuzzled and licked, drinking in Marsh’s groans and pants and the feeling of blunt nails against his scalp and carding through his hair.
    People always made it out as if sucking dick made you the submissive one, but there wasn’t a better rush in the world. There was nothing like having all that room to move, to be the one giving pleasure, to hold an orgasm at bay, edging until a guy was ready to lose his mind.
    Humming loud, he tipped Marsh’s cock forward and took it in until it nudged against his throat, and Marsh’s fist hit the wall behind him. Greg popped off and looked up, and God, Marsh looked wrecked and perfect. “Quiet,” Greg admonished, then took another mouthful, wrapped his lips into a tight ring and hollowed his cheeks.
    “Shit. Shit .”
    Greg bobbed and stroked, fist moving with his mouth, and Marsh’s thighs were corded with strain, his grip tight and perfect and almost too much.
    Greg pulled off, dropping one hand to press against himself, need sharp and almost painful in his gut. Marsh’s cock stood tall and proud in the space between them, little spasms in the muscles just behind it making it jerk, leaving slick, shiny fluid glistening at the tip.
    “Greg.” Marsh’s voice was almost a whine, and Greg loved hearing his name on his lips.
    He took another swipe of his tongue over the sensitive skin just beneath the glans and put his hands between Marsh’s thighs. Farther and farther, until his fingertips brushed the cleft, and Marsh curled in on himself, his hand a fist at his side.
    Oh, and that was good. It’d be even better if it were Greg’s tongue making Marsh writhe. The very thought of it made him throb. He glanced up without moving his head. The skin behind Marsh’s balls was still damp from the shower, everything Greg touched warm and water-soft. Stroking higher, he nudged against Marsh’s hole. “You wash all your