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pours into my face, and sweat trickles down my temples.
    Ryan jolts, one-two-three, and whispers, “I'm coming."
    I move him faster, wanting him to experience what I'm going through, the euphoria unlike anything I've ever known. He groans and bucks, tongue licking my neck.
    I'm where I've always wanted to be, where I'm meant to be, and shit, the future I'd thought about earlier burns brighter than I could ever have imagined.
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Chapter Three
    Together, we stumble to the bathroom. A tinge of unease settles over me, embarrassment that I came too soon and in my pants, but Ryan appears fine. He strips, switching the shower on and stepping beneath the spray as though we've done this a hundred times before. I sit on the closed toilet seat and watch him, taking in the planes of his body, the way the soap lather glides down his belly. My cum cools, leaving me uncomfortable, so I hike in a deep breath and take the plunge. Undressing quickly before bravery deserts me, I join him in the tub, his lazy smile spurring me to reach out and wash him, smoothing the bubbles over his chest. Thoughts of moving in with him enter my mind, and I grow angry that I'm fooling myself with the notion that if I did everything would be fine. It wouldn't. I'd still have to deal with those blokes, with Mum, and every other fucker who has an opinion on being gay.
    Not wanting to sour this precious moment, I clear my mind and concentrate on the now. Ryan rolls the soap between his hands then places it in the small dish shaped like a dolphin on its side. He washes my chest, hands lowering to my cock, and a familiar tingle starts at the base. Before long I'm hard again, heat burning my cheeks. God, this is so unreal, so hot, that I can't get my head around it. I look up, meeting Ryan's gaze, and he smiles again, no hint of reproach in his features. Relief surges through me, and I lift my arms, cupping his shoulders as he soaps my balls. His kiss sends spikes of pleasure through my cock, and I step away, aware that if we get caught in here...shit, my old dear would have a fit.
    "We'd better get out,” I say, reluctantly getting out of the tub and drying myself with brisk strokes.
    The water stops its incessant beat on the enamel, and Ryan stands beside me, his skin peppered with goose bumps.
    I hand him my towel, cock softening. “Sorry, but if she sees two wet towels..."
    "It's okay.” He dries himself, hangs the towel on the rail, and scoops up his clothes. “Come on. Gotta check the time."
    He leaves the room, and I turn to follow, picking up my clothes then padding across the landing and into my room. The bed covers bear the imprints of our bodies, the quilt cover mussed, a round dent in my pillow. Sex scents the air, the tang of it sharper than when I come alone. I drop my clothes beside Ryan's at the foot of my bed and move to the window, opening it a crack. Fresh air soughs in, chilling my body.
    Ryan steps up behind me, snakes his hands around my waist, his fingers reaching for my cock. I harden again, the throb in my balls insistent, and he clasps my shaft, pressing his erection between my arse cheeks. Jesus, who knew it would feel like this? An all-consuming burn rages through me at speed and takes away all the bad things, replacing them with a serenity that surpasses any of my imaginings.
    "What time will she be back?” Ryan kisses the top of my spine, the touch light, soft.
    I glance at the clock on my bookshelf. “About another two hours."
    "Good."
    He twists me around so we're facing one another, our cocks and bellies meeting. I slip my hands about his waist, interlacing my fingers at his lower back, and he lays his palms over my chest. The hot contact sends a jolt of pleasure up my cock, and the vein pulsates, a quick, almost painful beat. Unlocking my hands, I cup his arse cheeks and begin circular movements over the globes, taking in how it feels, skin on skin and emotionally. This exploration, this experience,