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He poured two glasses of juice, set them on the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the rest of the apartment and returned to Kole’s side.

“Need any help?” he asked.

“You can put the bread in the toaster for me.”

“Sure.”

It was all very domestic, and Beck tried not to enjoy it too much. After all, he wasn’t going to experience this often, so he better not get used to making breakfast side by side with someone else.

Once everything was plated, they carried their plates to the breakfast bar and settled next to each other. Neither said anything as they started eating, and Beck wracked his brain, trying to think of something to break the easy silence. Not because he wanted to but because hehadto.

“I never asked if you had plans for today. I just assumed you didn’t. Sorry about that.”

Kole sent him a brief smile, chewing as he was. When he swallowed, he said, “I don’t have plans. Other than you all, I don’t know anyone else around here yet.”

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to go sightseeing.”

Kole scoffed. “I’ve been to London enough times to not need to rush out and view the tourist attractions.”

Beck chuckled. “I didn’t mean that. I meant the area.” He waved his hand around. “As you said, you don’t know anyone yet, but you could get to know the area you live in. Corner shops and takeaways are a man’s best friend.”

“And you know this how?”

“Because I regularly run out of things and have to race to the corner shop to get them. Plus, I don’t always cook, but I still need feeding.” He refocused on his plate. “I’m sure there are other places you need to know where the closest one is as well.”

He tried not to think about his need to know the closest hospital or men’s shelter to where he was and would take his last breath before he admitted to already having searched the internet for the ones closest to where they currently were.

“You’re right. But not today.”

They dropped into silence again until they finished their early morning breakfast.

“Thank you. That was delicious,” Beck said, gathering the plates and taking them to the sink. “Do you have a dishwasher or do you wash by hand?”

Kole stood. “I can do them—”

“No. You cooked, so I’ll clean.”

Kole opened his mouth as if to argue, but then snapped it shut again. He pointed to a cupboard door, and Beck opened it, finding the dishwasher. He made light work of putting the dishes away and then wiping down the counter and the table. When he was done, he found Kole leaning against the wall, watching him.

“What?”

Kole’s mouth kicked up to the side. “Nothing. I like a man who knows his way around a kitchen. It’s sexy.”

Those last words whispered across the space between them, and Beck, finally feeling back on solid ground, smiled and stalked towards him. As focused as he was on Kole, he saw his breath hitch the closer he went. He didn’t stop until his bare chest rested against Kole’s, the slight scratch of their chest hair rubbing together, and he dropped his head, inhaling when his nose reached the base of his neck, where his scent seemed to be strongest. He nuzzled his nose against his skin, rising up the strong column, along his jaw to his ear, which he nipped with his lips.

“Where were we?”

Kole’s hands were warm on his bare skin, sliding over his shoulders and down his back before lifting off and slipping beneath Beck’s arms to wrap around his back once more. Beck wondered why the change when Kole’s hands squeezed his ass cheeks. He thrust his hips forward, his cock already liking the route they were going.

No words were spoken as their hands touched and roamed, their lips nibbled and kissed, their tongues tasted and tangled. Cock hard and leaking, Beck pressed Kole into the wall, needing the friction but also never wanting it to end.

Kole broke away from the never-ending kiss to moan. “Fuck, Beck. Need you. Suck me. Now,” he demanded.

And like the submissive Beck truly was, he listened. He dropped to his knees on the hard, unyielding floor, dragging Kole’s joggers with him, and fastened his mouth around his dick without preamble. The taste of him, slightly musky from sleep, had his eyelids fluttering closed, and he focused on the feel of him inside his mouth, along his tongue, in the back of his throat.

Kole’s fingers threaded into his hair a few times before gripping tighter than expected, and a groan rumbled in his chest as arousal speared through him. He doubled his efforts, halting when Kole’s grip held him still. His gaze darted up to Kole, and his eyes widened at what he saw. Darkened with lust, Kole’s eyes held his as his free hand wrapped around Beck’s nape, holding him captive. Without a word, Kole canted his hips, sending his cock deeper into Beck’s waiting mouth. Pleasure flooded Beck’s body, and despite his usual need to control all sexual situations, he found he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He wanted what his body had always told him he needed.

Someone to take him instead of him taking them.

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