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himself. “Don’t take too long or I might chicken out.”
    “Two minutes,” Bobby said, disappearing into the bathroom.
    Chet entered his bedroom and shook his head at the state of the unmade bed. He pushed the bedspread to the floor, remaking the bed with just the sheet. By the time Bobby joined him, Chet was starting to have doubts. Bobby was naked except for the bundled jeans in his hands hiding his groin. “Maybe we’re taking things too fast. We should probably talk about a few things first.”
    Bobby dropped his jeans to the floor, exposing himself to Chet’s view. “No talking until after you fuck me. I’ve waited too long to screw things up with words.” He climbed onto the bed and rested his clasped hands behind his head.
    The little shit’s body was too tempting to ignore, especially after the years spent fantasising about Bobby being naked and in his bed. Chet pulled open the bedside drawer and removed the lube Bobby had used the previous night. “Are you sure massage oil was all you used this for?”
    Bobby nodded. “Can you imagine how pissed you would’ve been if you’d come in here this morning and found my cum all over your sheets?”
    Chet lifted one knee to the mattress and trailed his hand down the centre of Bobby’s chest, stopping an inch away from the head of his cock where it rested on his stomach. “I don’t think mad would be the word I’d use.”
    “Really? Tell me?” Bobby asked, moving higher so his cock brushed against Chet’s fingers.
    “Turned on,” Chet whispered, moving Bobby’s hand to his own cock. “Show me what you would’ve done. Let me see how you like to be touched.”
    Bobby’s hand wrapped around his cock just below the head and squeezed. “You like to watch men jack off?”
    Chet sat on the bed and poured several drops of lube onto his fingers. “No,” he answered, moving his hand to Bobby’s ass. “But I’d like to watch you do it. I’ve wondered if you touch yourself while thinking about me.”
    Bobby moaned when Chet stuck the tip of his finger into his hole. “All the time,” Bobby confessed, moving his hand up and down on his cock. “I had a private dorm room the last two years just so I could come home from practice and jerk off.”
    Chet inserted another finger, watching for any sign of discomfort. “And what did you think about when you beat your meat?”
    “You fucking me. Usually I had one hand around my dick and my fingers in my ass, just like you’re doing,” Bobby panted as Chet introduced a third finger.
    While he had Bobby in a state of excitement, he needed a few answers. “How many men did you let fuck you?”
    “Too many and not enough to make me forget you. What about you? How many men have you been with in the last three years?”
    “Just one,” he admitted, withdrawing his fingers. He opened the drawer and removed a strip of condoms, tossing them onto the bed after ripping one off.
    “Do you still see him?” Bobby asked, uncertainty replacing desire.
    “All the time, but not in my bed.” Chet rolled the condom down his aching length and climbed onto the bed between Bobby’s spread thighs.
    “Who is he?”
    Chet shook his head and directed his cock to Bobby’s hole. “No more talking.” He didn’t want his first time with Bobby ruined by memories of his short affair with Magnus.
    Bobby lifted his legs to drape over Chet’s shoulders, worry still etched on his handsome face.
    Chet pushed inside, wanting nothing more than to replace that expression with the need he’d witnessed earlier. He should probably tell Bobby about Magnus to ease his mind, but knowing the name behind the one man he’d let dominate him wouldn’t be wise.
    “Harder,” Bobby urged, jacking his cock faster.
    After withdrawing his cock, Chet thrust back inside deep and hard enough to move Bobby up the mattress several inches. It was in stark contrast to the way he felt. For three years he’d wanted to wrap his arms around Bobby and