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    get out in the middle of the night to take a piss or get a drink.
    The thick, navy comforter was faded and wash-softened, but there was a mountain of pillows at the head, too many for a single occupant to use. Rick obviously had a weakness for them. The rest of the room was unremarkable, except for a guitar mounted on a stand in the corner and the towering wardrobe he had instead of a closet.
    Rick turned around and promptly brought his hands up to Jared’s face, holding his head still as he bent forward for a kiss. Jared clutched at his waist at the first contact, already open, already hungry for the slide of Rick’s tongue across his own. Broad thumbs stroked his cheeks as Rick devoured him, which did nothing to quell the quivering in his muscles. It was the breathless anticipation of more that did it to him. It always had. The burst of succulence on his tongue, where desire and opportunity crashed headlong in an unbridled explosion.
    Jared tugged at Rick’s shirt, desperate to feel the muscles laid bare against his fingertips. It came free in short, jerky motions, bumping their hips together to send shocks through his cock with each jolting contact. Rick groaned each time they touched. His kisses grew almost savage, all sharp edges.
    Gone was the easygoing date he’d had most of the night. This one was hopped up and horny as hell. Jared got a little bit harder just thinking about it.
    Somehow, the shirt finally came free, giving him room to slide his hand up the smooth expanse of Rick’s back. Muscles rippled beneath his palm. A shudder wracked through Rick.
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    gasped for breath.
    “Hang on.”
    Rick stepped back only far enough to undo the top few buttons of his shirt before yanking it unceremoniously over his head. It exposed his broad chest, the dark blond hair just thick enough for Jared to curl his fingers into later on when he wanted. For now, Jared yielded to the temptation of bending down to flick his tongue over a flat nipple.
    The result was electric. Rick jerked at the simple touch, goose bumps erupting from his skin, visible even beneath the coarse hair. His already ragged breath froze, only to be let out in a single, shuddering exhalation. His hands curled into fists at his side, clenching and unclenching as he struggled with his desire. But when he grappled to try and get Jared’s jacket off him, he hesitated.
    Jared frowned. “What’s wrong?”
    Rick took a step back. A step in the wrong direction. “As excited as I am, I’ll rip that off you if you let me undress you.
    Maybe you should do it. I’ll take care of mine then.”
    It was on the tip of his tongue to say having his favorite Cavalli suit torn to shreds because Rick wanted him just that much would be worth it, but then Jared realized what he’d been about to say and cut it off at the knees.
    He flashed Rick a smile as he began to strip. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but the fact that you have enough focus to even think about not ruining my suit means you aren’t nearly as worked up as I want you to be.”
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    opening his worn leather belt. “Oh, I’m worked up. I just know that’s what’s important to you.” He grinned and shoved his pants down, using the weight of his belt to help them crumple to a mass on the floor. “Of course, getting you pissed off so you fuck me harder might’ve been a good idea, too.”
    The retort died in his throat at the first sight of Rick’s powerful thighs and the thick erection bobbing between them.
    The guys Jared usually went out with had standing appointments for wax jobs, which often made even their cocks look effeminate. Rick probably didn’t even realize salons offered those kinds of services. He wouldn’t quite qualify for bear status, but hell if he didn’t ooze