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and kissed under his neck, along his collarbone. Adam gasped quietly as Tork pushed him flat on the bed.
    “You OK?” he asked, stopping to stroke back Adam’s hair and to look. Adam was still flushed, his mouth slightly open.
    “Hmm?” Adam peered up at him, shy, uncertain.
    Tork leaned over him, thinking how long it was that he’d wanted this.
    “Yeah, I’m OK. I just—you know.”
    “We’ll go slowly, I promise.”
    For once, Adam offered no clever words. With every caress, all of Tork’s yearning poured out, running across Adam’s strong body, making them both urgent, desperate.
    And then the tension broke, or perhaps it was another brick of his fortress, rolling away down the hill with the sounds of Adam’s loud moans.
    * * *
    Waking up at midnight with Adam in his arms, Tork could smell shampoo and sweat, and it was so much more real than the dark thoughts that still crept in several times every day. Colleges and bright futures were not enough to keep them at bay, but Adam was.
    They were so close that Tork could only hear one synchronised heartbeat.
    “I can hear Dickens purring. He’s kind of cute, even if he did watch us. Perv cat. So. Your dad?” the haystack in his arms said sleepily, but Tork was not fooled.
    “I knew you wouldn’t forget to nag me.”
    Adam breathed a laugh and shifted up on one elbow. “We’ve fucked now, you can tell me.”
    “That is how it works?” Tork smiled, lazily pushing the covers away, wanting to look again. He ran both hands up and down the contours of Adam’s muscular body, encircling, massaging, enclosing. He did not think he had ever felt so in control. Adam squirmed and wriggled like a fish on a beach, making Tork groan. Joy bubbled up in him that they had this.
    “Now you’re just trying to…distract me,” Adam gasped hoarsely.
    “Am I succeeding?”
    There was a pause.
    “Yes. God, yes.”

Chapter Six
Adam
    Adam stroked Dickens miserably, watching as the cat lapped up his cup of tea.
    His studies had suffered. He already knew this. He couldn’t completely blame it on all the hours he put in at the shelter or Tork, but for ages now, his mind had been elsewhere. These days, his work at the shelter just seemed so much more interesting than lectures.
    Yeah, it probably did have quite a lot to do with the partying early on in the academic year, and possibly the non-attendance. This last term, he’d tried hard to make up for lost time, but clearly it hadn’t been enough. So it was not a total shock, but still the letter with his exam results made him cringe.
    He’d failed the year. Not by much, but enough for him to have to resit all the exams, be the laughing stock, and worse still, explain to his parents just what he’d spent their money on when he should have been studying.
    He wondered if he could get away with not telling anyone, pretending he passed. He couldn’t admit he’d failed. He just couldn’t.
    Cold shards of dread hammered through his veins right to his heart as he thought about explaining to them—his dad’s cold face, starting off white as stone but then getting redder with every disappointed shout.
    “Adam?” Tork’s voice cut across his misery.
    “Sorry, what?”
    Tork stared at him, frowning. “What’s wrong? You look so worried.”
    Without a word, Adam handed over the letter with his grades. For some reason, telling Tork was easy, and such a relief. Tork read it quickly.
    “What does it mean? You can’t take the exams again?”
    “Yeah, I could resit in August. But…”
    Tork took his hand and squeezed. “Then that’s OK. I can help you revise.”
    “But that’s the thing. I don’t have anything to revise from, because I didn’t go to any of the lectures. I literally didn’t go, Tork. I have no fucking idea what’s on the syllabus. There is no way I can be ready by August. I hate this course.”
    “That’s almost two months away. First, we get a copy of your syllabus, then we go to work. If you pass, you