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said. “I’ve been doing this show for
     
a long time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hole like this in anyone’s bathroom.”
     
There was a moment of silence, then Ed unclenched his right fist and rested it on
     
Jonathan’s ass. He squeezed a few times and said, “And I’ve never seen a hole like this
     
between anyone’s legs.” Jonathan’s body tightened, as if he were terrified to move. He let Ed play with his
     
ass for a minute, then said, “I thought we weren’t going to do this again, Ed.” But he
     
didn’t pull away. If anything, Ed thought he’d arched his back.
     
Ed stepped closer and wrapped his other arm around his waist. “I thought so, too.
     
But you look so damn good.”
     
Jonathan swallowed hard and said, “So do you. You smell like you’ve been
     
working out. I like that.”
     
“I should probably stop before this gets out of hand,” Ed said. His middle finger
     
was now pressing into the seam of his pants and probing the center of his ass.
     
“Really?”
     
“Do you want me to stop?”
     
“God, no,” said Jonathan. It came out like both a sigh and a huge pressure release
     
at the same time. He turned fast and put his arms around his shoulders. “I haven’t been
     
able to think about anything but you since I left here a month ago.”
     
Ed wrapped his arms around his body and kissed him on the mouth. When he
     
found his soft, warm tongue, he lifted him off the floor and walked him back to the bed.
     
The sheets were still rumpled and the pillows indented. Jake had always been the one
     
who’d made their bed; Ed wasn’t even sure how to do it. The only time it was made now
     
was when the cleaning people came in twice a week. But when he lowered Jonathan onto
     
the mattress and pulled off his shoes and socks, he didn’t apologize—and Jonathan didn’t
     
seem to mind.
     
Jonathan’s eyes were glazed. He pushed Ed back with his bare foot and started to
     
remove his clothes. He literally yanked them off and tossed them into a pile at the foot of the bed. When he was naked, he opened Ed’s pants, pulled down his zipper, and let them
     
drop to his knees. Ed’s penis stuck out from his pale blue boxer shorts. Jonathan grabbed
     
it and pulled him forward. When his erection was in front of Jonathan’s lips, he opened
     
his mouth and sucked it to the back of his throat.
     
They moved fast, just like the last time. It was as if they’d both been deprived of
     
food and this was their first meal in a month. Chests heaved, hearts pounded, and the
     
sound of deep breaths rushed through the room. Jonathan gobbled and sucked him so
     
hard, Ed saw that the side of his face had turned red and a small vein on his forehead
     
popped out. He sucked this way until Ed was close to climax. Then Ed yanked him by the
     
back of the head with one hand and pushed him to the middle of the bed with the other.
     
He was so pliable and easy to maneuver; Ed could take complete control and do anything
     
he wanted to him.
     
So Ed kicked off his sneakers and his jeans. He didn’t care about his shirt or his
     
socks. He opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a lubricated condom. Then he
     
climbed on top of him and kissed him on the mouth. Jonathan held his biceps, lifted his
     
legs high, and spread them apart while they kissed. “Give it to me, Ed,” he said.
     
A second later, Ed was inside his body, bucking his hips. He’d just shoved it in
     
with one rough thrust, while Jonathan had shivered and moaned. He loomed over him
     
with his palms pressed to the mattress beside Jonathan’s soft shoulders, as if he were
     
doing push-ups. Jonathan’s legs were bent at the knees and spread as wide as they would
     
go. His toes curled, his eyes rolled, and his head bounced up and down. He pressed his
     
left hand on Ed’s chest and grabbed his penis with his right. He started to jerk, while Ed
     
continued to hammer, and