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each circling, Darko’s tongue probed deeper into him until he fucked Maxum’s ass with his tongue.
    Maxum was still sensitive from last night, giving him little to no defenses to the new attention. He felt Darko’s growling tremor against his hole. The low sound vibrated through his cock and his toes curled— dammit it he was so done in.
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    CHAPTER FOUR
     
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    After their morning romp, Darko fell back to sleep in his arms. It took everything Maxum had to rip himself from around the exotic body, but he had to go. His love affair with a beautiful man was over, time to go back to the reality of his life—
    —and the man he was still involved with.
    Even glancing back over his shoulder at the empty spot in the bed, that had been reserved for him, called to him to come back; some subliminal message that he was doing this all backwards.
    Maxum slipped out, leaving Darko’s place before his lover could entrap him any more with his favorite man candy. The guilt stricken introspect had bombarded him in the middle of the night, forcing him awake. He lay there in Darko’s arms, silently berating himself. The storm of thoughts and emotions plagued him until his head pounded with the migraine of them. The handsome body— sound asleep, next to him. The perfect and all too wrong match for his love life. Yet, Maxum had played the coward and couldn’t bring himself to walk away from it; rather he consumed every mouthful he could. Now it all would have to come to an end and already he was feeling the withdrawal pains.
    He drove out to the Atlantic Beach, watched the tide come up, letting the winter wind whip at him with a cold blast until he could no longer stand it, then got back in his car and with a heavy heart headed for Kennedy Airport where he picked up Simeon Correl, his long term boyfriend for the last four years.
    Maxum made the extra effort to meet his partner at the terminal rather than wait for him curbside. An effort that was greeted with little more than a kiss to his cheek as Simeon passed off the carry-on to his hand. Maxum froze in a stupor, feeling disregarded, a chauffeur or bellhop rather than a partner. He closed his eyes beating back the judgments that threatened to surface from deep inside. Thoughts argued and excused that Simeon was not Darko, and it was unfair he should compare them. However, that didn’t undo the hollowness he was left with when Simeon made no attempt to make his own stamp on his heart.
    Right away Simeon was rambling on endlessly about his trip, his dreadful sister’s wedding, and not once stopped to give him a kiss to say he was happy to be back. “It was a good thing you didn’t go. You would have been miserable. The food was absolutely boorish and I know how you are about your food. And my mother. Oh, don’t even let me get started there. I don’t think the woman stopped talking the whole time I was there—”
    Well that explained it. Maxum now had it on insight whose side of the family Simeon favored but he didn’t bother to mention it, he wouldn’t get a word in edge wise if he tried.
    “—but at least I can say one good thing is that the weather out in California is absolutely scrumptious.” He let out a musical sigh, “I could just live there all year you know. Maybe I could get you to come out—”
    Maxum’s mind wandered as it always did when Simeon was on a roll of prattling. He could go on forever and never say anything that required him to participate or respond to—
    “Maxum?”
    “Hmm?” Maxum blinked, glancing over at his partner who was giving him that look, reminding him there were some parts of the one sided conversation he needed to respond to. “I’m sorry did you ask something?”
    “I asked if you missed me?”
    “Of course, I missed you.” he reached over and took Simeon’s hand and squeezed it gently, but Simeon was gone from his touch before