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excuse for risking a potentially fatal disease.”
    “Straight people can get HIV too, you know.”
    “Don’t give me that shit. I was faithful to Cyn for three years.”
    “And now you’re free. To fuck every girl—or guy—who catches your notice. You were captain of the football team, commencement speaker, most likely to succeed. You don’t think you’ll be Mr. Popularity in college, too?”
    “There are forty-five thousand people on the Penn State main campus. I won’t make a ripple.” Rick stroked Jordan’s fingers. “Why are we fighting?”
    “Because I just got you and I’m already losing you.”
    “We’ll see each other on breaks.” Rick sidled next to him and pulled him close. “Until then, we should make the most of the time we have.”
    He nodded.
    Rick turned off the TV. “This game sucks.” He kissed Jordan’s mouth, tasting of peach syrup. His lips followed the line of Jordan’s jaw to his ear.
    Rick cocked his head toward the bed and stood. Jordan followed suit. He had forty-eight hours to own Rick, and he intended to make the most of them.
    ***
    They made their way to the bed and stripped quickly, eagerly. Rick wanted to show Jordan this wasn’t a fling, even if he wasn’t ready for commitment. They were still growing, still discovering themselves—he’d learned that much from dating Cyn. It had nothing to do with his feelings for Jordan.
    They lay on the bed kissing. He ran his hand along Jordan’s bicep, muscle thick and firm. Jordan’s body fitted perfectly to his, cocks sliding together in delicious friction. How could anyone call this unnatural? It felt like the most natural thing in the world, the most pure. He had loved Cyn, but he’d never been struck by this desire to shelter and care for her, to put her needs before his own, like he did with Jordy.
    Jordan rolled him onto his back. Lips caressed and explored his neck, his nipples, his abdomen. He writhed in pleasure, combing his fingers through Jordan’s hair. Mine , his brain shouted. The possessiveness pulled him taut like strings of a bass guitar, but he pushed the worry aside to lose himself in his lover’s touch.
    Jordan moved his way upward and captured his mouth. He moaned, lips humming against Jordan’s, body relaxed and pliant. Forever , his brain said.
    A boyish grin spread across Jordan’s face. He clenched Rick’s wrists and pressed them down on either side of his head. Legs captured him like a vise so he couldn’t kick free.
    “Say you’re my bitch.”
    A jerk of his arms didn’t loosen the tight grip. “You’ve got that backwards.”
    Jordan kissed him, then bit his lower lip. “Say it.”
    He couldn’t get leverage against the mattress—the box spring just sank beneath him. He and Jordan were well-matched for strength, so if he could get out from under Jordan, he could escape.
    “I want you, Jordy.”
    “Say it. Or maybe I should make you suck me instead.” Jordan slid up Rick’s body until he straddled his chest. Jordan’s cock bobbed inches from his chin. His stomach clenched. Jordan wouldn’t really force him. Still, his breath grew heavy and adrenaline pumped through his system.
    He grabbed Jordan’s arms and flipped him onto his back. Jordan tried to wrestle back control but he held him off. They grappled with each other, arms interlaced, muscles straining, fingers gliding across sensitized skin. He kissed Jordan hard, and Jordan’s body stilled as their tongues swirled together.
    He lay on his side with his elbow underneath him and stroked Jordan’s cock.
    “Nice,” Jordan said.
    He picked up a small black bag from the floor and set it on the bed between them. Fingers trembled as he unzipped it. Jordy would probably laugh at him, but…
    “I brought some things—you know, if you want to try them.” One by one, he tossed them onto the mattress: cock rings, butt plugs in two sizes, a blue silicone anal vibrator.
    Jordan’s eyes widened, the pupils dark. He shook his head.