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stroke his arse.
    “Hmm. Tight fit.” He pushed a finger between Conor’s cheeks and teased his entrance with light pressure. He pressed their bodies together, and Conor could feel Alex’s rigid erection jabbing at him, even through leather and cloth. He was just as hard himself. He rubbed against Alex to make sure he knew it.
    “I need to shower…” Conor gasped the words from between gritted teeth.
    “Mmm. I do remember thinking about scrubbing you down earlier today and then being unable to get the thought out of my head.” Alex withdrew his exploring hand and gave Conor’s arse a pat. “Go and warm up the shower. I’ll be up to join you in a bit after I’ve thrown something together for dinner.”
    “You just need to set the oven timer—Agnes left shepherd’s pie in the fridge for us.”
    Alex lipped his lips. “Yum. That woman is worth her weight in gold, diamonds, chocolate—whatever the hell she wants.”
    “She said we have to eat vegetables with it.” Conor headed for the stairs.
    “Well I’m not peeling carrots while you shower all alone—it’ll have to be frozen peas!” Alex shouted after him.
    Conor padded into the master bathroom. There was more room than in the en suite. He didn’t undress. Alex liked to reserve that pleasure for himself. He just turned on the shower and waited. A quick glance in the mirror told him that he needed to shave so he dug a fresh razor and shaving gel out of the bathroom cabinet. His hair had gotten little longer, the dark strands brushing his collar. He fingered an errant curl and sighed, pushing back the memories of Rasputin hacking off the short tail he used to have. His hand trembled. He shut his eyes as nightmarish images threatened to overwhelm him. Then Alex’s arms wrapped around him from behind and a hand brushed his cheek.
    “Bad memories?”
    Conor turned into Alex’s embrace and let his lover hug the fear away. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”
    Alex rubbed his back in slow circles. “You look pale. It’ll be my pleasure to bring the flush back to your cheeks.”
    Conor rested his head on Alex’s shoulder and soaked up his strength. “It feels so weak to be affected by him after all this time. So stupid.”
    Alex stroked his hair. “Don’t ever think that. Bates put you through hell and I don’t think the memories will ever disappear. They might just fade a bit more—become easier to live with.”
    Conor sighed and nuzzled against him. “The stupidest things set me off. I was just thinking that my hair had got a bit longer and remembered him cutting it off.”
    “Do you want to grow it long again?”
    Conor turned so that he could look in the mirror. His back rested against Alex’s chest.
    “I thought you preferred it shorter?” Conor stroked Alex’s forearm that encircled him protectively.
    “I do, providing it’s long enough to get a good grip…” Alex illustrated his point by threading his fingers through Conor’s hair and tugging it, tilting his head and exposing his slim neck for a gentle bite.
    Conor moaned and squirmed in his grip. “Then I’ll get it trimmed… Oh Christ!”
    Alex rubbed Conor’s nipples through his thin T-shirt, agitating them until they hardened into sensitive peaks.
    “Please, Alex…stop!”
    “I know you don’t mean that.” Alex yanked Conor’s T-shirt off over his head and resumed his torture against bare flesh. “Do you?”
    “Yes! I mean no… I can’t… Fuck!”
    A sharp tweak sent bolts of lightning toward his groin. Pain and pleasure fired his nerves into hypersensitivity and he ground shamelessly against Alex’s cock.
    “I thought not.”
    Alex pulled him round and replaced pinching fingers with lips and teeth until Conor’s nipples throbbed. He trailed his tongue up to Conor’s shoulder and sucked up a dark red mark.
    Conor sobbed with need.
    “One day, I’ll have you pierced.”
    “No…”
    “Oh yes. Pierced here.” He flicked one nipple. “And here.” The other got the