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can’t.” Jesse’s voice was sad and muted. “You’ll call the police.”
    â€œI won’t.”
    â€œYou will. I broke into your apartment. I assaulted you.”
    â€œYou haven’t hurt me, Jesse. That’s what counts,” Devon said, the voice of reason. He refused to think of himself as being the grown-up. That just brought it home that Jesse was a kid, which was what had gotten them into this situation in the first place. “Let me go. I give you my word I won’t involve the police.”
    â€œI don’t want to go back inside.” There was a break in Jesse’s voice and he sniffed, trying to hold back his tears.
    A silence fell between them. Devon’s eyes adjusted to the dark sufficiently to make out the huddled figure next to him on the bed, but not enough to see his face. Was he asleep again? Devon lay as still as he could and listened intently, trying to tell from Jesse’s breathing if he was awake. The answer came in the shape of four whispered words.
    â€œDid you fuck him?”
    â€œWho?” Devon was momentarily confused.
    â€œThe guy whose name you can’t remember.”
    â€œNo!”
    Another long silence; then Jesse spoke again. “Good.”
    Devon’s heart began to pound as Jesse suddenly placed a hand, flat and warm, on his stomach. Gentle fingers stroked slow, lazy circles on his bare skin. He knew he should shout, kick out, twist away from Jesse’s hand, but he did none of those things. Instead, he closed his eyes, a small sigh escaping his lips.
    Encouraged, Jesse edged closer on the bed, his hand sliding up Devon’s chest, his thumb grazing over a nipple, which hardened instantly beneath his touch. Devon could almost sense Jesse’s smile in the darkness. His hand moved again, trailing slowly down Devon’s body, fingers toying with the edge of his underwear and making him tremble in anticipation. Devon’s cock was already hard, straining against the confines of his boxers, begging to be touched. Jesse stilled his wandering hand and raised his head.
    â€œTell me to stop and I will.”
    â€œOkay,” Devon replied, his mind whirling.
    Okay, stop,
or
okay, I’ll tell you when I want you to stop
? Even in his own head he wasn’t sure which he meant. How could something that ought to feel so wrong feel so right? How could he feel so afraid of what was about to happen and yet want it so badly at the same time?
    Cool fingers slipped into his boxers, brushing teasingly over Devon’s erection. A soft groan escaped his lips before he was silenced with a scorching kiss. Jesse rolled on top of him, gently easing the shorts down his thighs. He rubbed against Devon, hot and hard, their bodies grinding together with familiar ease. The pain in Devon’s arms was forgotten as they moved in unison, practiced and perfect. His only coherent thought was that he wished his arms were free to hold Jesse. The younger man left him momentarily to reach over to the bedside cabinet. He fumbled in the drawer and Devon knew he was searching for the lube they kept there.
    Seconds later, he was back, his body pushing against Devon’s, their cocks sliding together with heavenly friction that had Devon bucking his hips from the mattress, desperate for more. Jesse’s fingers curled around his cock and Devon slicked his shaft by fucking wantonly into Jesse’s lubed hand. God, it was pathetic. A week without Jesse and he was almost crying in frustration, he wanted him so bad. Jesse reared up, straddling him, using one hand to position Devon’s cock against his puckered entrance.
    â€œJesse, wait... you’re not....”
    Before Devon could finish what he was saying, tell Jesse he wasn’t ready, wasn’t prepped, Jesse sank onto Devon’s erection in one sharp move. They both yelled at the intense burn and Jesse went still, his muscles clenching tight around Devon’s cock as he