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surprised. What’d
    you think? That I’d dump you for being queer? Is that what you
    think of me?”
    “I’m sorry,” Gavin said, holding up his hands passively.
    Hearing it from Charlie was something everyone, Gavin included,
    usualy avoided, but he stil couldn’t fight his smile. “It’s just nice to
    know. Thank you. It means a lot.”
    know. Thank you. It means a lot.”
    “Whatever,” Charlie said dismissively, though his cheeks
    were suspiciously pink and a reluctant smile lightened his gruff
    features. He reached over, jamming a finger against the bil. “But
    you’re paying. It’s the least you can do for not teling me. That little
    faux pas is gonna cost me more than I wanna pay to get laid.”
    The good mood was back, making Gavin’s cheeks hurt from
    the force it took to try and fight against smiling like an idiot as he
    took out his credit card and happily paid for lunch.

    * * * *
Brad stood at the door to his apartment, working the key into
    the lock and thinking about the one-eighty his life had taken. The
    last time he’d stood outside this door tired from a long shift, he’d
    been dreading facing Gavin.
    Now he couldn’t wait to see him.
    As it was the last time, the keys suddenly slid through his
    palm when the door was jerked open, revealing a bare-chested
    Gavin in the doorway. Brad couldn’t help but tilt his head and
    openly admire Gavin’s muscular chest and arms. His black sweats
    hung low on his hips, showing off washboard abs and a thin happy
    trail that pointed to something Brad had been fantasizing about since
    he left the haven of their apartment for the real world. Tired or not,
    Brad got hard almost instantly.
    “Christ, you make sweats look good.” Brad sighed as he
    walked into the apartment. This was new to him, the rabid hunger
    for more when usualy he grew uninterested as soon as things
    started to feel serious. He dropped his bag right there on the floor
    and reached for Gavin. “Now I can congratulate you in person for
    getting released to go back to work.”
    “Huge relief,” Gavin agreed with a smile.
    Gavin’s hand fel to Brad’s bicep and squeezed it through the
    cotton material of his Tampa Fire Rescue T-shirt. Brad responded
    by kissing him. He pushed his tongue into Gavin’s mouth, drinking
    him in. They melded into each other as Brad blindly kicked behind
    him to push the door closed and then fel back against the wood.
    Gavin stood on his toes, his fingers in Brad’s hair. Brad used the
    door to keep himself on his feet, because the way Gavin moved
    against him, straddling one of Brad’s thighs, rubbing against it in raw
    desperation, had his vision tinged red with lust.
    Gavin’s hands went from clutching Brad’s hair to tugging at
    the colar of Brad’s shirt. They puled away long enough for Brad to
    toss his shirt aside. They both groaned when Gavin fel back into
    him, broad, muscled chests meeting as their kisses became wild and
    frantic once more.
    Brad reversed their positions. He pushed Gavin against the
    door and cupped his ass, relishing the feel of Gavin’s bare skin and
    wel-honed body against his. The ache was back, and Brad should
    have been floundering from the surge of emotion as they kissed like
    eager teenagers. Brad fucked often, but he hadn’t had a steady
    relationship since he was young. Before Gavin he had mentaly
    prepared himself to die alone. Now he wondered if he dare dream
    the dream cantankerous, gay firefighters should never dream.
    Maybe he wouldn’t die old and alone. Maybe Gavin could love him
    enough to put up with al his bulshit in old age.
    Brad puled away. He cupped Gavin’s chin, his thumb
    rubbing over red, swolen lips. “How ’bout a celebratory blowjob?”
    he asked rather than express his real feelings, because sex was a
    language he was comfortable speaking. “I know you were stressed
    about the investigation. I’m happy it’s over.”
    “God, me too.” Gavin’s fingers threaded back in Brad’s