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Andrew straightened up and angled the head of Colin’s cock against his mouth. Then he swept his tongue over his lips, making them soaking wet before moving forward to slide Colin inside.
    “Christ…” Colin slapped his hand against the storage container to Andrew’s left, making a hollow clang.
    Andrew put his tongue to work, sliding side to side over the ridge of Colin’s head. Both hands continued their steady stroking, one on Colin and one on himself.
    Colin’s hips began to rock, easing his cock in and out of Andrew’s mouth. Andrew imagined it stroking him inside, the bulging head passing over the nub of his prostate again and again. He imagined those pale-green eyes skewering his own, those tattooed arms lifting his legs up and apart, so high and so far that he’d be left helpless, with nothing to do but soar over the edge.
    Feeling pressure build at the base of his own shaft, Andrew pumped harder and faster. His mouth moved quicker too, gulping every inch. He drew in air around his tongue to make it wrap and vibrate around Colin’s cock.
    “Aye,” Colin cried, “just like that. More. Oh God…” He doubled over, and his whole body began to tremble as his knees buckled.
    Andrew groaned as he felt himself near the point of no return. So close, so close. He had to win this race. So close, so—
    A metallic bang sounded behind him. Andrew froze, hoping something had fallen, that the noise had not been that of the warehouse’s back door slamming open.
    “Shit!” Katie’s strident American voice rang out. “Police! It’s a raid!”
    A bright white light shone into their tiny corridor. Colin jerked back as if to turn and run. From here on his knees, Andrew could see there was no way out but the way they entered.
    “Oh, lads,” said a gruff voice behind Andrew. “Sometimes you make our jobs too easy.”

C HAPTER F OUR

    C OLIN COULDN ’ T SEE the face of the man shining the light in his face, but his neon yellow vest was unmistakable.
    “Police!” Katie’s voice faded as she ran farther into the warehouse toward the rave. “Pahleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeece!”
    I am dead. Colin reached down to pull up his jeans and knocked his skull against Andrew’s. “Ow! Fuck.”
    “Just keep the head, lads,” the officer said. “Get yourselves together and come on out.”
    Keep the head , Colin repeated to himself as he fastened his jeans. Keep the head. Do not panic.
    In the distance, as Katie’s warning spread, the music stopped suddenly, replaced by shrieks and shouts.
    “Let me handle this,” Andrew whispered to Colin as they buckled their belts. Then Andrew’s phone screen glowed in the darkness, illuminating his serene, stoic face. He put the phone to his ear and waited a moment. “Hi Reggie. I’m afraid I’ve got myself into a spot of bother.” He explained the situation dispassionately.
    Colin’s head swam. How could Andrew be so fucking calm about this? Would an arrest not destroy his life? Or perhaps he knew he could simply pull a few strings and ensure his freedom. The only question was, would he save Colin, too, or let him hang?
    A criminal record could cost Colin everything. His education. His place in the Warriors. His family’s trust.
    Gonnae learn to control yourself, ya wee bam, or you’ll end up in the jail.
    Mum had been right. Colin was pure crap at resisting temptation.
    “Thanks, I’ll do that.” Andrew recited the warehouse address into the phone, then hung up. “My security man will be here shortly,” he told Colin. “Don’t worry, okay?”
    Unconvinced, Colin followed Andrew out of their alcove. Every step magnified the pain below his waist. He’d been so close to coming, his balls felt like twin fists, and his gut was a knot of unrelieved tension.
    A stream of Police Scotland officers were striding past them into the warehouse. The one who’d found them, a short, burly guy with white hair, took Colin and Andrew aside. “Look,” he said, “I don’t care what youse do