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couldn’t breathe. Holy shit, he couldn’t fucking breath. Evan pounded his chest as though that would loosen the tight band around his ribs that kept him from drawing a full, deep breath. Stumbling into the brilliant afternoon light, he hit the porch railing and held on, gasping.
“Evan.” Cree must have chased after him.
Evan barely registered the chase except to recognize someone was behind him. Cree touched his shoulder and Evan shook his head. “No, it’s—no. I—I can’t breathe.”
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    Cree pried one hand off the rail and partially turned him. He hauled back and slapped Evan across the face. Twice, when Evan could do no more than stare at him.
“Go away,” Evan said brokenly.
    “Shut up.” Cree pulled Evan squirming into his arms. “Breathe slower. You’re about to pass out.”
“I can’t.”
“Then I’ll keep holding you until you come around,” Cree promised quietly.
Evan clutched him, pulling at Cree’s shirt. Cree ran his hands over Evan’s back. Evan’s hot breath on his neck scared him. He’d never seen Evan like this. He’d never seen Evan freak out about anything, even when he told Cree that he didn’t expect anything from him and Cree had gotten angry.
Cree murmured, his cheek pressed to Evan’s temple. He didn’t even think about the words he said, or whether they made sense, but they seemed to calm Evan. Evan’s breathing slowed. Cree continued to assure him and rock. He stroked the back of Evan’s hair, his shoulders, anything he could touch to offer comfort.
Evan held on.
Cree fell silent, still holding, still stroking.
Evan let go of his death hold to hug Cree closer.
“That’s right. I’m here. I’m staying right here as long as you need me,” Cree murmured.
Evan suddenly pushed away, then grabbed Cree’s hand and dragged him inside to the couch. Evan slammed the flats of his hands on Cree’s shoulders and Cree stumbled backward, hitting the white leather cushions with a whoosh.
Evan landed on his knees between Cree’s legs, and before Cree even realized what was happening, Evan had Cree’s pants down and was already working his chub into a full hard-on.
“You don’t have to—” Cree’s words strangled to a stop as Evan swallowed his cock, tapering off whatever he was going to say into a long groan.
He was a master. In five sucking sweeps of Cree’s shaft, he had to fight to keep from coming. But goddamnit, Evan’s dedicated pursuit of his cock, the hungry devotion he showed to every inch, the soft throat sounds of Evan eagerly taking him, made the effort sure to fail.
Evan slid his hand under Cree’s shirt, easing it up his belly over his sternum, Cree’s pec, where he twisted and tormented a nipple.
Cree shouted. He bucked, coming hard, shooting sharp jets down Evan’s throat. Evan sucked him clean. He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Leaving Cree’s cock to air dry, Evan started to turn away.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Cree snarled.
He shrugged. “Wherever.”
Adrenaline raced through Cree’s veins. “Not again, damnit!”
Swinging a foot out, he knocked Evan’s feet out from under him. Evan crashed hard to the floor. Cree rushed to straddle him, then took a minute to close up his pants. Planting his hands on Evan’s chest, he looked him dead in the eyes.
“No. I don’t actually think you’re an ass, so I’m not going to let you act like one,” Cree decided.
“I think ass-iness is completely up to the ass being assy.”
“Fuck you. And fuck you for thinking you can fuck me over and that I’ll take it. And then fuck you again for being all sensitive, needing me, and then blowing me like you still want me.”
Evan looked up at him with reddened eyes from unshed tears. He looked tired, lost, confused. Cree’s heart melted a little, and it pissed him off.
“I do still want you, Cree. I never stopped wanting you.”
“Because putting a notch in your belt last week wasn’t enough? You walked out of