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so good. Oh no . Ruxs groaned when he thought of the way he’d snuggled up to Green’s hard body and smelled him like he was a cologne model. Oh my god. Tell me I didn’t do that .
    He rolled over and threw his hand over his face when he remembered the little pop question he’d asked his best friend. He was ninety-nine percent sure that Green would not bring it up, but Ruxs was still embarrassed by it. He didn’t mean to voice what he’d been pondering for months. Was it really that fucking great to be gay?
    Ever since he got too fucked up to drive home and he’d crashed at Day and God’s place after their cookout this summer. Green was in Miami testifying in a Federal case, so he didn’t have his usual designated driver. Shit. He’d heard his lieutenants going at it in the middle of the night. It was so loud and violent, but wildly erotic. He didn’t know if they forgot he was downstairs or if they just didn’t give a fuck. He remembered being hard as goddamn stone lying there, and feeling like a pervert for listening. But since then, he hadn’t been able to get the sounds out of his head. The sounds of furious passion and uninhibited ecstasy. The way God roared his lover’s name when he ca —”
    “Time to wake up, sunshine.” Green chuckled. His deep voice violently ripping Ruxs away from those memories.
    He’d jumped so hard, he had to catch himself from almost falling out of bed. He knew Green was looking at him like he was crazy and he made sure the sheet was over his rock hard dick, his forearm trying to keep it pressed down. “Uh. Yeah. I’m up.” He groaned.
    “There’s aspirin and some water by the bed. Hurry up. You got twenty minutes.” Green closed the door behind him.
    His cock throbbed beneath his arm with no relief anywhere in sight. His head beat at a nauseating staccato, and his stomach felt like if he ate a thing, he was going to projectile vomit it back out. In less than an hour, he was going to be back around his lieutenants so soon after reliving that damn night again. All day he’d have to work with his friend that he basically tried to molest in the middle of the night. To boot, he had to go check on his crack head mother that refused to let him leave without completely demolishing his spirit today. Fuck . He had a feeling this was going to be like Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day .
    Ruxs took a five minute freezing cold shower. It felt like shit, but it made his cock shrivel down to the size of a Vienna sausage, so the loss of his raging boner was a small plus. He got out, shaking like a leaf and quickly threw on some clothes. His AC/DC shirt was wrinkled but at least it was clean. He sat on the edge of the bed and put on his boots. When he’d finished he let his head rest between his knees for a few minutes, deciding if he was going to have to barf, before he went downstairs. He heard Green yell that he was getting in the truck. That meant he had two minutes.
    Fuck me. He tucked his wallet and badge in his back pocket and shoved his Glock in his waistband at the small of his back. With his dark aviator glasses already on, he dragged his ass down the stairs and straight out the front door.
    Green was staring at his cell phone when he climbed up into the truck. Ruxs turned to put on his seat belt and stiffened mid-motion. Motherfucker. He’s wearing that goddamn cologne . Ruxs stifled his groan and yanked his seatbelt hard, shoving it into the lock.
    He could feel his friend’s eyes on him. He couldn’t bring himself to look back. “Hey. You feeling that bad, man? You drank a lot last night. Maybe you should stay home. Rest a few more hours. I’ll cover for you.” Green massaged his shoulder, his hand working up to the back of his neck, digging into the soft flesh just beneath his hairline. He was glad Green couldn’t see his eyes falling closed behind the dark lenses. His entire body buzzed and he could feel his cock pulsing in his black