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been this close to so much smooth skin and muscle without the need to guard his gaze. He wanted to touch and taste with an intensity that left his mouth dry. The hollow of Tyler’s throat, the flat nipples just waiting to be coaxed to points with his fingers and his tongue; whatever lay beneath those creased, rumpled shorts…
    He’d never really seen the point in foreplay before; you got hard, you got off. Even with Luke, it’d been over soon, every time, urgency and the fear of being caught spicing things up. Hell, most of the time they hadn’t even got undressed beyond what they needed to do to get to each other’s dicks. For all he knew, Tyler was just the same; no nonsense, no frills, but even that had its appeal. He’d like to see Tyler needy and hungry, gray eyes dark and focused.
    What he really wanted was to have sex with someone he’d chosen, his choice, just once, like it used to be, and get his brains fucked out, pounded flat, so he wasn’t seeing anything but the man over him, behind him, in him. Tyler wouldn’t let him remember anyone else — Dan had known the man less than a day and he still knew that. Tyler wouldn’t share him with those sons of bitches who’d left him feeling sick and dirty to the bone; Tyler would know what Dan was thinking about and would make him stop, make it all stop…
    Pushing aside his thoughts before his body reacted to them in a way Tyler wouldn’t be able to miss, given the fact he was standing right in front of the man, Dan rolled the T-shirt up at the back, which put him so close to Tyler that he could feel his breath against his bare chest, like the distant memory of a touch. Don’t get hard, he chanted in his head. Don’t do it.
    “Put your hands on your knees and kind of lean forward.”
    Tyler obeyed him, which had to be a new experience, and Dan took hold of the back of the T-shirt and lifted it up and over Tyler’s head. He hit a problem when the T-shirt didn’t seem to want to go over Tyler’s head, but it was old and the neck had enough give in it to make it work. Dan eased it off without Tyler needing to lift his arms high and then dropped the T-shirt on the floor. When he opened his mouth to say something that wasn’t related to anything he’d been thinking about, he found Tyler staring pointedly at the tented front of Dan’s shorts, because at some point during the struggle with the T-shirt his fingers had touched skin, and that had been all his cock had needed to wake up.
    Fuck. Dan swallowed and tried to sound casual and amused. “Not interested. Got it.”
    “But you are.” Tyler tilted his head back and stared up at him, eyes speculative. “Given a choice, who do you have sex with?”
    “Men,” Dan answered without hesitation. He wasn’t hiding it ever again, no matter what. “Gay. I’ve known I was for years. Is that a problem?”
    “I think you’ve found out it doesn’t make your life easy, but if you mean is it a problem for me, well, no.” Tyler wasn’t looking away and until he did, Dan couldn’t either. There was a ring of darker gray around Tyler’s irises, and he had a freckle just south of his cheekbone…
    He was sure, but it would be nice to hear Tyler say it. “You, too?”
    The corner of Tyler’s mouth quirked up and he nodded. “For complete strangers, we know a lot about each other, don’t we?”
    Somehow, Dan doubted that he knew anything about Tyler that the rest of the world didn’t, but he gave a noncommittal shrug.
    Tyler’s gaze went back to Dan’s insistent erection. “Still not interested, boy. You’re not my type.”
    “You’re not mine,” Dan said frankly, and wondered how true that was. “Way old and you’re just — you’re big.”
    That got him a smile. “You still flirting?”
    Dan thought he’d lost the ability to blush back on the highway, at the Seven Forks gas station, but maybe he’d found it again. “I meant you’re taller. More muscles. Shit, you know what I