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hard on top of him. Leo’s body was taut and firm with muscles, but not overly huge. He had blond hair that he used to keep in a buzz cut, but Pres could feel the length on it now as he rubbed the soft curls against his cheek. Vibrant green eyes used to stare up at him, pleading for Pres to do more. They would lick, rut, and rub against each other like wild animals until they both got off. Pres dipped his head and aimed his mouth for Leo’s barbell in his nipple. He could feel that Leo was fully awake now…but he wasn’t responding.
    Pres stilled his thrusting. He sucked in a sharp breath and rolled off of a stiff, unresponsive Leo. Oh my God.
    “Pres, I’m sorry.”
    Pres sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was humiliated. He dropped his head and let his forehead rest in his palm. “It’s cool. I’m sure you didn’t come here for that. My bad.”
    “I’m in a relationship now, Pres, have been for about six months. I’ve wanted to tell you, but—”
    “I never fucking answer the phone. I know.” Pres cut Leo off before he could say it.
    “Pres, don’t think—”
    Pres stopped Leo again. “I’m not upset.” He couldn’t see Leo’s face, but he’d come to recognize the tone of pity in a person’s voice—matter of fact, he’d heard it so much, he was a damn master at honing in on it.
    Pres had always told Leo that he wasn’t gay. That’s why every time he’d asked Pres for something deeper when they were in college, Pres refused him. Now here he was years later practically begging Leo for something deeper…how ironic.
    After whining and crying on Leo’s shoulder last night, he couldn’t take hearing that sorrowful tone right now. It might be best to get Leo fed and out of his damn condo before he had a mental breakdown.
    “I’m going to get cleaned up and make you some breakfast.” Pres jumped up and damn near ran into the bathroom. He heard his friend whisper, “Damn it,” right before he closed the bathroom door.
    * * * *
    Pres was dressed in his business suit although his critique wasn’t until noon. He set the plate of eggs Benedict and country fried potatoes in front of his friend while he sipped on his glass of juice at the breakfast bar.
    He had the worst fucking headache, but he made sure to keep his expression neutral while hiding his watery eyes behind his dark shades. The tension in the room was palpable. They were both so damn quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
    “I didn’t mean to make shit worse, Pres. I just wanted to talk to you, dude. I’ve missed you.”
    “I know. It’s cool, Leo.”
    “Stop saying it’s fucking cool, Pres, when it’s not!” he yelled.
    Pres jumped at the tone. He gritted his teeth. “I don’t know what the hell you want me to say, Leonidis! You want me to say how desperate I am, that I’m so fucking lonely I’d try to fuck my best friend, even though I’m not gay!” Pres threw up air quotes when he said the word “gay.”
    “All right, yeah…if that’s the truth. You can still talk to me. I’m still your brother.”
    Pres jerked his head back and grimaced at the term. They would always be frats, he knew that, but the term “brother” almost made him sick. I just tried to fuck my goddamn brother.
    Pres needed some air, and he needed it fast. “I appreciate you coming, Leo, but I got to go, or I’m going to be late. Finish your breakfast, and don’t worry about locking up when you leave.”
    “Wait, I thought you said your critique was at noon,” Leo argued, his frustration evident.
    Pres was eagerly grabbing his keys, wallet, and cell off the breakfast bar. “Yeah, uhh, I know, but I forgot I got some important errands to get done before then.” He knew Leo could tell he was lying. The man was a highly skilled Atlanta detective. It was what he did for a living. “I’ll call you later.”
    Pres moved fast through his condo before Leo could say anything else. He almost had the door closed when he heard what