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and Gray could understand that. "Gray -- I promised to feed him, and I don't break
    my promises. Will you--"
    "Do you know where I live?" Gray asked, staying still because Charles' hand was warm on his
    arm, even through his shirt, and he didn't want to lose that warmth.
    Charles nodded. "It was on your application for the course."
    "I'll be there." Gray stood up reluctantly, his hand resting on the roof of the car, feeling the metal heat under his hand. God, he could melt the polar cap the way he felt right now.
    He walked away quickly, not looking back, hearing the car door slam and the engine start.
    Stopped when the hurried footsteps behind him came to a halt though.
    "Thought you were going to feed him."
    "He said it was an extra birthday present."
    Their words met and clashed and then he was getting pressed up against a wall and Charles was
    kissing him without holding back for the first time and Gray was lost.
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    "You don't give up, do you?" Charles murmured against his throat, the words traveling along
    every nerve-ending Gray had and leaving him clutching at Charles because his knees were about
    to give way. Or maybe that was just his body hinting that horizontal would be good right now.
    "When it's something I want? No. Why would I?"
    Gray slid his hands inside Charles' jacket and stopped the next question from being asked, not
    with a kiss, but with a look. Why, with Charles this close he wanted to stare at him instead of
    kissing him, eyes closed, mouth open, cock hard, he didn't know, but looking was having pretty
    much the same effect on his body as kissing, because Charles was... looking back.
    Looking back, with worry clouding his eyes.
    "No," Gray said. "Not tonight. My showing; your birthday. You can go back to ignoring me
    tomorrow, if you want, but fuck me tonight?" Time for the magic word. "Hard?"
    "Oh, why not?" Charles murmured. "Actually, forget I said that. Yes." He smiled. "So we go and you show me your etchings? Or do you want to come back to my house?"
    "Whichever's closer," Gray said.
    "Etchings it is."
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Chapter Five
    Within five minutes, both of them had stopped talking. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; they
    were just concentrating on walking quickly. Which was an admirable goal, but meant that they
    kept bumping arms and exchanging quick, hungry glances.
    The third time it happened, Gray reached across and grabbed Charles' hand, linking their fingers
    and stroking his thumbnail across Charles' palm. "I'm gonna come three steps past the front door,
    I swear it. God, you're killing me here. Say something. Distract me."
    Charles dealt with the image that had just been slotted into his head and said carefully, "What do
    I do that makes you come that fast?"
    "Exist?"
    "Flattery. Nice."
    "Truth."
    Charles tilted his head back and stared up at a three-quarter moon, picturing Gray naked on a bed
    with that luminous, unearthly glow spilling over his skin. "Perhaps I stop you taking a fourth
    step by saying your name, making you turn to look at me."
    "What do I see?"
    The quickness of the reply, the way that Gray instantly followed his lead and began to play, was
    reassuring and promising. Not unexpected, though; they'd sparred like this in class, and now,
    looking back, Charles could admit to himself that although the words then had been innocuous,
    the underlying tension had made them as sexually loaded as this conversation.
    "What would you like to see?" So much to learn about each other. Even if it was just for a night, and he couldn't let himself think beyond that. "Me, leaning back against the door, taking out my
    cock, ready for you to suck? Or me kneeling to take yours in my mouth?"
    "You--" Gray halted them, still clutching Charles' hand and said tensely. "Stop. I can't -- Fuck . I want you right the hell now, and we can't."
    Charles looked around. The street was quiet enough, with no one close to them, but not empty,
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    not this