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been nice to be worried about, he had to admit. Shane and Alan had apologized again, and Rafa had been relieved his mother wasn’t angry at them. She said she’d rather he got a hundred cuts and bruises than one bullet.
    Flexing his left hand with a twinge, he smiled as he thought of Shane examining it. He bit his lip, staring at the computer. Maybe it would be okay, just this once. Maybe he could just watch some porn and jerk off like every other guy in America without having to worry that the White House monitoring staff would notice. Not that they cared, but porn was…well, it was personal. The fact that he was gay was personal. It was just better to keep it completely locked up until he had his freedom back. Besides, nowadays nothing online was safe.
    When Adriana’s accounts had been hacked a few years before, along with posting her sexts and half-naked selfies, the gossip sites had gleefully screamed that she visited sites about big black dicks. And knowing his luck, some hacker douchebag would spread the news to TMZ that the president’s son liked to watch twinks get fucked in the ass by hairy daddies.
    Because damn , did he like to watch that.
    But he’d always been vigilant—it had to be on Ashleigh’s computer. She’d give him alone time when he needed it, and never judged (although sometimes she teased mercilessly). And most of the time he was happy to just jerk off to his fantasies, but tonight that wasn’t working. Well, it was working, but every time he closed his eyes and took his cock in hand, his mind was filled with Shane. The rumble of Shane’s voice, and the weight of him pressing Rafa down. A shiver rippled through him, and he cupped his balls.
    He groaned in frustration and opened his eyes.
    If he was going to be around Shane for months to come, he absolutely could not use the guy for his spank bank. Not because he had a moral or ethical dilemma—fantasies didn’t hurt anyone—but because he’d likely spontaneously come in his pants the next time Shane so much as brushed against him.
    Despite himself, Rafa thought of how Shane’s callused hand had felt on his head as he’d flattened him to the sidewalk. How his breath had been hot against the back of Rafa’s neck, his big body covering him completely. Willing to die for him.
    Rafa’s cock twitched, and he gripped it. He knew it was stupid—Shane was willing to die for any asshole he was assigned to protect. It didn’t mean Rafa was special. It didn’t mean Shane cared. It didn’t mean there was anything between them whatsoever. Rafa could have been a Labradoodle—it wouldn’t make a bit of difference to Shane. He needed to nip this crush right in the bud. Adriana had mooned over one of her first agents so obviously that the poor guy had been reassigned. Rafa could hide it the way he hid everything else, but it would be better to just not crush on the guy at all.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    Kicking off his boxers, Rafa gave in and spread his legs, reaching for the lube he’d brought out from the bathroom (purchased by Ash, of course). Closing his eyes, he imagined Shane’s warm, comforting touch. In his mind, those rough hands were skimming all over his body now. Shane kissed him, his lips soft compared to the scratch of stubble on Rafa’s skin, and murmured that he’d go slow in that gravelly voice.
    But as Rafa pinched his nipples, he wanted it harder. In his mind, he got on his hands and knees. His hair wasn’t tamed with pomade, and Shane ran his hands through it, pulling Rafa’s head back as he bit his shoulder. His stubble sent shivers over Rafa’s skin as he kissed down his spine, and Rafa shoved a slick finger inside himself, imagining it was Shane’s tongue.
    Whimpering, he bit back a groan as he fucked himself with another finger. The first time he’d made himself come with just his fingers, it had felt like a miracle—somehow even more intense than when he jerked his dick.
    In his mind, he held his cheeks open with