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and he quickly swallowed to keep from gagging. He now understood the sore jaw phenomenon, but the joy of giving Rick pleasure made it worth it.
    He lay with his head on Rick’s chest, listening to his heartbeat slow back to normal. He’d never been closer to anyone. As tentative as the situation was, he couldn’t imagine trusting anyone more. Wanting anyone more.
    The bottom fell out of his stomach. Could he give Rick what he’d asked for? The alternative was some guy he’d known a few months, groping hurriedly in a dorm room—his desire threaded with fear, not knowing if the guy would stop if it hurt too much.
    Rick would be slow and careful. He’d put Jordan first. The truth was, he wanted this as much as Rick did. There was no point in waiting.
    He took Rick’s hand and kissed his palm. “Tonight.”
    “Tonight, what?”
    “You can fuck me. But you’re going to have to wine and dine me first.” He grinned.
    Rick bit his lip. “I don’t want to pressure you.”
    “You’re not. As sappy as it sounds, I want you to be my first.”
    Rick kissed him. “Only if you’re sure.”
    “I’m sure.” Even as he spoke the words, apprehension swirled in his stomach. If he gave himself to Rick so intimately, how could he ever let him go?
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    Rick stroked Jordan’s arms, wanting to stay in bed forever. He tried not to get his hopes up about tonight, knowing Jordy might change his mind. Just holding him like this gave him a pleasure he’d never known before.
    The sexual play between them was surprisingly natural. He had worried it would be weird or awkward, but it wasn’t. Jordan seemed utterly relaxed about their games—Jordan, who had always known he was gay. He was at peace with his sexual identity. Rick didn’t know what to think about his own. After all, he’d never been attracted to any man except Jordan, but he’d been attracted to lots of girls.
    “What do you think it means that you’re the only guy I’m attracted to?”
    Jordan squeezed his hand, then rose and headed to the kitchen. He cracked a couple of eggs into a mixing bowl. “Do you want to go kayaking this morning?”
    “Sure.” His eyes followed Jordan. Why had the question made him run? His face was hidden—like he was deliberately keeping his back to him.
    Jordan added the milk and the pancake mix. Rick got up and approached him, wrapping his arms around Jordan’s waist, his front to Jordan’s back. “What’s wrong?”
    “You’re a shithead.” Jordan whisked the batter, then ladled it into the hot skillet. The butter sizzled.
    “Why?”
    “I don’t go around lusting after other guys either, you prick. You’re the only one I want. Does that mean I’m not really gay? No. It means I’m in love with you.”
    Jordan flipped the pancakes.
    He pressed his cheek to Jordan’s temple, nuzzling the soft blond hair, breathing the scent of shampoo and musk. His teeth nibbled Jordy’s ear, tasting the soft sweetness.
    “Please stop,” Jordan said, his voice thick. He slid the pancakes onto a plate, then spread a new layer of butter onto the pan.
    Rick pulled away. His jaw tightened. “You want me to say it?”
    Jordan poured two pools of batter into the skillet.
    He grasped Jordan’s arm and turned him around. “I’m in love with you. If I’ve learned anything the past twenty-four hours, I’ve learned that.”
    Jordan’s eyes glistened. “If I don’t watch these pancakes, they’ll burn.” He turned away.
    Rick hesitated a moment, then retrieved some clothes from his bag. He slid on his briefs. The ache in his chest deepened each second. He slipped a gray T-shirt over his head and zipped up his denim shorts.
    He got out the maple syrup and some silverware, setting them on the table.
    “Can you watch these pancakes while I get dressed?” Jordan asked.
    “Okay.”
    Jordan didn’t make eye contact while he went to his duffle and rifled through it to find his clothes. Rick watched the pancakes until they bubbled, then