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those grunts that sounded like they’d been knocked loose instead of voiced.
    Suddenly bucking under him, James went quiet, as if he’d caught and held his breath, then let go a long, howling cry, and Xavier stretched and twisted just in time to catch the sight. A massive stream of come splattered the cushion and seat in front of James, already slinking down the turquoise faux leather as the next spurt erupted. Xavier slowed and pushed into James in one long, lasting, deep stroke as another surge of semen erupted, spilling down James’s cock, lacing his thigh like a trickle of icing. That sight always drove Xavier right to the edge. Fucking hell, he was ready.
    “ Jesus. Oh Jesus,” James panted, his voice fragile. Warbly. “It’s okay. Don’t stop.”
    Xavier laughed. “I wasn’t going to.”
    He let go of James’s wrists, got one hand on a shoulder, one on a hip. Found his leverage. Thrust home. Drank in James’s startled cry, and thrust again. Pumping deep. Riding hard, fast now.
    Almost.
    Heart hammering hard. There. Fuck. There. A burst of rupturing pleasure seized Xavier’s balls and cock, his climax hurtling through him from a depth right by his clenching asshole, and launching forward.
    The collapse, after. Panting for oxygen. The racing and heavy thumping of his heart. The final few, thrilling pulses of his spent cock.
    Then, little by little, room in his consciousness for the things outside of himself. The man under him. James. Their bodies pasted together with warm sweat.
    That excruciating moment of pleasurable discomfort as he pulled his cock free of James’s grasping hole to the note of one last groan. He collapsed on the sofa beside James, who shifted around to sit on the other side of the frontier of semen splatters.
    “Good thing you don’t have fabric upholstery,” James joked.
    Xavier laughed. “You don’t think that happened by luck, do you?”
    “You deliberately decorated your entire apartment in come-proof furniture?”
    “ Luckily my taste in retro décor perfectly matches my predilection for dirty sex.”
    Looking at the streaks, drops and puddles, James said, “I had no idea so much could come out of me. It’s like someone spilled a vanilla pudding cup.”
    He stood, pulled up his shorts and jeans, zipped up, and went into the kitchen.
    “ Paper towels?” James called back.
    “ Next to the microwave.”
    The sound of the tap running. Then James was back with a wet paper towel, mopping up his mess. Not letting his gaze venture anywhere near Xavier, stretched out and draped over the end of the couch not dripping with come, catching his breath.
    “Can I use your shower?”
    “ Sure.”
    James grabbed his gun holster and the rest of his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. If it had been any other lover, Xavier would have followed him in there. Gotten it all going again. But sated, now, James was done for the night. Xavier could tell. He’d go into the bathroom and wash the evidence of fucking another man from his body. Dilute the memory.
    Even before James had come around the corner from the hall, already dressed, windbreaker and all, he was half way through saying, “I should get going. I work enough late nights, I like to get home at a decent hour when I have the chance.”
    Xavier would have walked him to the door, but it was more of an interception, James seemed so rushed to escape.
    “Well, Detective Porter, it’s been nice getting to know you better.” He put out his hand.
    Porter’s stiff, guarded expression dissolved slightly. There was even a hint of a dimple by the corner of his mouth. He gave Xavier a firm but unhurried handshake. “Same here. Take care of your sister.”
    “Jesus. Don’t let her hear you saying that. But I will. Goodnight.”
     

THREE
     
     
    “ Carson. Come up to my office.”
    Fuck. Two minutes from being done closing out his register, and Brian had trapped him. Now he’d miss the bars letting out. The throngs of stumbling,