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mouth was explored – worshipped. Callan kissed him like he had all the time in the world and Rhys felt heat spread from his belly to his groin as the need intensified. He pushed his own tongue into Callan’s mouth to get a taste, then used his weight to press Callan back against the seat. It took only a little maneuvering before he was sprawled on top of the bigger man. He grabbed Callan’s arms to pin them above his head so he could plunder Callan’s mouth exactly the way he wanted to, but the second his fingers closed around Callan’s wrists, the other man froze and then it was like his whole body shut down.
    Rhys pulled back slightly and saw that Callan had his eyes squeezed shut and his face was clenched as if in pain. “Callan,” Rhys said gently as he carefully released his hold on Callan’s wrists. “Callan, look at me,” Rhys ordered softly as a surge of realization went through him. The man had been enjoying what was happening between them until Rhys had taken control – had restrained him. But instead of lashing out in fear or anger, Callan had shut down, turned off.
    Worry shot through Rhys at the complete lack of response. “Callan, please, open your eyes, baby. You’re safe,” he said as he stroked his fingers along Callan’s tight jaw. The man’s teeth were gnashed together so hard Rhys was afraid he’d hurt himself. Rhys carefully lifted all his weight off of Callan, but continued to stroke him gently. Finally, he felt some of the tension in Callan’s body ease and his eyes opened and focused on Rhys. Something inside the other man seemed to switch back on and he pushed up, then grabbed for the door handle and stumbled out of the truck. Rhys followed him out and watched him suck in deep gasps of air as he fought to regain control of himself.
     
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    What the fuck had he done? Callan tried to drag in air, but his chest hurt so bad that every breath seemed to just whistle uselessly through him. He felt a warm palm settle over his back and rub in large circles, but the touch made things worse so he pulled away. Feeling Rhys’ knowing gaze burning into him, Callan took several steps away from the truck and was glad when he didn’t hear Rhys follow. He bent over and closed his eyes and forced himself to focus only on taking in a breath and releasing it. Then another. He wasn’t sure how long he did it for but the stabbing pain finally went away, only to be replaced by a knot of shame low in his belly. Not only had he just outed himself, he’d done it with a man he knew Finn was interested in. Worse yet, Rhys had witnessed his secret shame.
    “You okay?” he heard Rhys ask from just behind him. The pity in the other man’s voice was proof that Rhys suspected what had caused Callan’s reaction. Callan managed a quick nod, then pushed past the other man and headed back to the truck.
    “We should get moving. Finn’s probably got his hands full with the fence.”
    “We need to talk about what just happened, Callan,” he heard Rhys say.
    Callan climbed into the truck and kept his eyes straight ahead as Rhys returned to the passenger seat. The second the door closed he put the truck in gear and hit the gas. He was glad when Rhys didn’t press him further. Pulling the truck in front of the barn, he put it in park and turned it off, but didn’t get out. Rhys sat quietly next to him as if waiting for Callan’s next move.
    “He can’t find out about this,” Callan said quietly. He actually felt sorry for Rhys when he saw the indecision flicker across the other man’s features.
    “He has a right to know,” Rhys responded.
    Callan sighed, then looked out the window at the property. God, the place was falling apart. Everywhere he looked he saw something that needed attention and he suddenly felt overwhelmed by it all. He was fighting a losing battle and he knew it and there was absolutely no way out.
    “I’m so tired, Rhys,” he admitted as he felt the sting of tears. “So fucking