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ribs.
    Tomas cupped his neck as their tongues thrust and tangled.
His head fogged and his senses reeled as ice cream, the faint tang of beer, the
taste of Tomas—all mingled together like some magical aphrodisiac. Adam slid
his arms around the guy’s back, muscles flexing under his palms. His control
slipped as desire swept him into deeper and deeper water, dragging him out to
sea. The need to come overpowered everything else.
    His befuddled brain eventually took in that Tomas was
nudging him backward and they lay on the couch, their lips still joined. Adam
didn’t want this kiss to end. He groaned into Tomas’ mouth as the guy pinned
him down, their legs entwined, their lean bodies molded together perfectly. As
much as Adam loved the feel of a woman’s body, there was something about a
guy’s hardness, roughness and strength that inflamed him.
    He groaned as Tomas fiercely tongue-fucked his mouth in time
with the rocking of his hips, as he pressed the rigid length of his cock into
Adam’s thigh. Then the kiss gentled and the guy nibbled at his lips, brushing
his tongue back and forth over them as he panted. Adam could count on the
fingers of one hand the number of men he’d locked lips with and none of them
had come close to the wonder of this. Whether he was brain-fogged by lust or
not, the kiss electrified him.
    He started when Tomas suddenly grabbed his wrists, yanked
them over his head and held them there.
    And Adam let him. Christ. When had he ever allowed
anyone to take the lead? He was always the one in charge, making the
play, giving orders.
    When Tomas’ lips slid from Adam’s mouth to his neck, and his
exhales warmed his skin, Adam gulped air into starved lungs. The hold tightened
around his wrists as Tomas edged his knee between his legs, forcing them open.
Then their cocks rubbed directly against each other, friction from the layers
of material adding to the torment. Drops of frustrated pre-cum wet Adam’s
boxers while the ache in his balls intensified, heading toward pain.
    Tomas pulled back, muttered, “Fuck,” and then kissed him
again.
    Adam hadn’t the breath for a single word, but fuck just
about covered it.
    Their bodies continued to grind together, Adam’s hips
matching the rhythm of Tomas’ shunts as they rutted. He nipped Adam’s
collarbone and the telltale tremors of orgasm flickered in his head. Oh
Christ, I am not going to come in my pants. Not unless Tomas did
too.
    Then Tomas gave a strangled moan, tensed and lifted his
head. What’s wrong? As Adam tried to pull him close again, Tomas shifted
so their cocks no longer connected and averted his face. What the hell’s
happening? Before the first syllable of a question left Adam’s mouth, as
suddenly as Tomas had kissed him the man flung himself off the couch. He
stumbled to his feet and lurched across the room to lean against the kitchen
counter, his back to Adam, shoulders shaking.
    Adam brought his arms down to his sides and sat up. He
waited for Tomas to say something, but all he heard was labored breathing. Adam
opened his mouth and then closed it again. What was the point in speaking?
Whatever was happening here was over. He pushed to his feet and walked out of
the apartment.
    He might have said nothing but he thought plenty. Working in
a business where analysis and calculation of risk were essential to ensure
success, he wanted to know what had gone wrong. It had been over a year since
he’d been with a guy, so had he made a mistake? Broken some protocol? Not done
something he should have? He closed the door of his apartment and rested his
back against it. Or should he go with the obvious answer that Tomas had changed
his mind and come to his senses before he’d come to his?
    Except he wouldn’t have changed his mind. Once he’d made a
decision he stuck with it. Mostly. He dampened down his surge of anger. Tomas
was entitled to change his mind. Nothing he could do about it. The guy could
have said something but maybe he