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for detonation.
    Ah damn. When had Tomas ever done the decent thing?
It wasn’t because of his job he’d pushed Adam away. He wanted him and he’d
chickened out. He couldn’t change the way he was but it was about time he
stopped messing around and decided for good which way he swung, what he
preferred, dick or pussy.
    No one he knew was aware he had any interest in men, which
was the way Tomas liked it. Except he didn’t like it anymore, this vacillation
between sexes. It made sense to go for the easy life and find women to fuck and
he needed to stick to that. Maybe he’d forget Adam had made him harder than
he’d ever remembered.
    Tomas soaped up his hands, wrapped one around his cock and
slid the other down the crease of his butt. He leaned his forehead against the
wall and imagined Adam’s head inches away from his. Oh shit. He fought
to replace that image with a woman, any woman, but it was Adam’s
features that kept re-forming. Tomas wanted to come too much to persist in
trying to blank his mind. He pressed a fingertip against his anus, circling and
massaging the tight pucker until the ring of muscle began to relax. His finger
slipped just inside, and a moment later he groaned as it glided up to the
webbing.
    How would Adam’s cock have felt, filling him, fucking him?
Unusually for Tomas, he’d considered being fucked and maybe that was the honest
reason he’d backed off. He’d only ever let a guy fuck him in the ass once, a
long while ago, and swore he’d never let it happen again.
    Let. Yeah, a real interesting word. I’m a fucking idiot.
    Tomas chomped his lip, slid in another digit and sucked in a
breath.
    He stood trembling under the water, one hand wrapped around
his cock, two fingers of his other hand shoved up his ass, with the words I’m
an idiot echoing in his head. He could have had Adam in here with him, Adam
on his knees sucking him off, Adam against the wall while he tucked up behind
and fucked him. Then they could have swapped. Maybe. The image of the
two of them joined flooded Tomas’ brain and he worked himself harder and
faster, grunting with pleasure, twisting his fingers in his ass.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned.
    His hands worked in unison, shoving, tightening, pumping.
His breath quickened, his heart pounded and orgasm roared down his spine in a
lightning burst of electricity to trigger the tightening in his balls. Tomas’
cries echoed in the bathroom as he jetted thick ropes of cum onto the tiles. As
the last spasm died away, he leaned his head against the tiles.
    This was going to be a long and frustrating few weeks.

Chapter Four
     
    Wren groaned as the bus lurched to a halt yet again. She
stared at her watch, willing the hands to go backward, but this morning,
stopping time wasn’t one of her superpowers. Since being late for a staff
meeting at Ezispeke could result in decapitation, she jumped off and ran.
    Well, not quite decapitation, but getting on the wrong side
of Olive Speke—who always lectured her as if she were a small child—made Wren
want to tear off a head. Hers or Olive’s. She ran faster. She was already on
Olive’s naughty list and couldn’t afford to lose this job. Much as she hated
the idea, she needed to ask for more hours to boost her pay packet.
    Brought to a halt by a busy road, she twitched with
impatience, waiting for the lights to change, and her bus rolled past. Damn. Sometimes she felt the world was out to get her, particularly traffic and men,
though it was her own fault she’d rebounded from bastard Leo to thieving
Brendan, who’d appeared in her life at the right time for him and the wrong
time for her.
    Heartsick women were easy pickings for cunning scum like
Brendan McCoy. It irked Wren that having been so careful to stay out of debt,
she’d be years paying off what he’d stolen. Working more hours at Ezispeke
wouldn’t make a substantial difference. She needed to look for an evening job.
Better still, a different day job that