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“Oh my fucking God,” Zeeb croaked.

He worked Zeeb’s shaft, sucking and licking the head, until constant whimpers poured from Zeeb’s lips. Zeeb’s eyes never left his, his body shaking, and Nate knew they were almost there. He gave Zeeb’s sac a little tug and licked a path from the root to the head.

Then Zeeb pulled his dick free as warmth coated Nate’s lips. Zeeb gripped his shaft, his breathing ragged as he pulsed cum onto his stomach, his legs trembling.

Nate knelt up, gave his cock three quick tugs, and his own cum mingled with Zeeb’s, mini shocks jolting through him, his chest heaving. When he was spent, he collapsed onto the bed at Zeeb’s side, breathless and exhilarated. He leaned over and Zeeb cradled the back of his head, drawing him into a long, fevered kiss, both of them shuddering.

At last Zeeb broke the kiss. “Fuck. You really do like that, don’tcha?”

Nate chuckled. “What gave it away? Although… My confidence took a bit of a beating when you mentioned….Youknow.”

“I said forget it!”

Nate mimed zipping his lips. He felt amazing, as if he was floating on air.

Then he tensed, waiting for the self-recrimination to start, for that voice in his head to yell at him, to scream the words Nate had endured for all those years.

Silence.

Blessed silence.

Tears pricked his eyes, spilling onto his cheeks, and lightness suffused him.

“Hey.” Zeeb put his arm around him and held him close. “I gotcha.”

Nate raised his chin and kissed Zeeb fervently, pouring into it all the relief, elation and sheer unadulterated joy that flooded through him.

Zeeb stroked his hair. “You okay?”

Nate shivered. “I just won a battle.”

Zeeb blinked. “And thereIwas, thinking you just blew me. I must’ve missed all the fighting. Who exactly was the enemy?”

He huffed. “Myself. My past. Everything they made me believe.” Nate wiped his cheeks with his hand. “I didn’t think it would feel like this,” he murmured, his breathing uneven.

“Like what?”

Nate closed his eyes. “Like being home.”

Zeeb kissed his hair and held him tighter. “Welcome to my world. And it’s good to have you here.” He chuckled. “And next time let’s see if we can do this when I’m not the only one who’s naked.”

Chapter Forty-Six

August 18, 2024

Nate’s wakingimpression was one of feeling warm, comfortable…safe.

Zeeb lay on his back, putting out the cutest little snores. For a moment Nate was tempted to grab his phone and record them, but then he remembered he’d left it on the coffee table.

He looks so peaceful.

Nate let his gaze drift down Zeeb’s body, with its mat of chest hair forming a train down the center of him to his navel, and then just kept right on going until it reached?—

The sheet was tented about four or five inches into the air.

Nate’s breathing quickened. The urge to slide his fingers beneath the cotton and curl them around Zeeb’s shaft was overwhelming.

Greater still was the urge to put his mouth on it again.

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