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kitchen.
    “ So, he doesn’t just want the kitchen. He’s thinking of kidnapping the whole house?” Mason asked as he stopped at a four-way crossing.
    “ I would say yes, well, minus the bedrooms. But definitely including your bathroom.” Since Sprocket had the master bedroom, he had a private bath, whereas Mason used the main one…well, most of the time.
    “ Damn, that means I have to clean the toilet.” Mason exaggerated. One of the reasons living together worked for them was because they were both fairly clean guys. “I say do it.”
    Sprocket blinked at his best friend. “Really?”
    Mason shrugged while taking a right hand turn. “Sure, why not. It’s definitely big enough…”
    “ Ahh—”
    “ The house, I’m talking about,” Mason interrupted him. “And you love hanging with friends… and you’d have to spend lots of time with Chaz while planning this thing. Lots of time talking to him. Perhaps reminding him that friendship came before the orgasms.”
    “ That man is…” Sprocket growled under his breath, not finishing his thought because he wasn’t sure what descriptive word he wanted to use that day. Aggravating? Yeah, Chaz was definitely that. Jerky? He could be put in that category also. Controlled…enigmatic…dispassionate… Yet, that wasn’t completely true. Sprocket had seen his passionate side, heard that sweet gasp of surprise when Sprocket touched him just right, witnessed Chaz’s beautiful face when he finally let go for a few moments and allowed Sprocket to take care of him.
    Sprocket thoroughly believed that sex could just be sex, no strings attached, no bad feelings. It was the ultimate act between two bodies to forgo all the shit happening around them and bring some pleasure into their lives. Why shun it? But with Chaz, for those hours they’d been together, it had seemed that sex might just be more than that. It was like something clicked between them…their eyes met and Sprocket sank into the bottomless depths of Chaz’s twin blue oceans. And he was safe there, warm and happy.
    Sprocket had spent months trying to understand why, when he finally conceded it wasn’t the physical act that pulled him in, it was the emotional connection that transpired. And even though it looked like Chaz wanted to deny it, Sprocket knew that stubborn man felt it also. The memory of Chaz’s eyes widening, his fingers digging into Sprockets ass urging him to move faster, harder…the soft sigh when he whispered the word yes over and over against Sprocket’s moist skin.
    And it was more than them just being friends then having sex. Hell, Sprocket had been friends with Mason for ten years before they’d lost their virginity to each other. And even though their orgasms together were hot and heavy when they happened, it never was anything more—or less—than that. They loved each other, but weren’t in love with each other.
    “ That man is…running laps in your mind right now.” Mason completed Sprocket’s sentence.
    “ Nonsense. I was just wondering how I could plan a party without actually having to cook anything.”
    “ Lame, Sprocks.” Mason called his lie. “But hey, you convince yourself of whatever you want. Just know you aren’t fooling me.”
    Sprocket sighed. He hadn’t thought about Chaz this much since the weeks after their night together. It was that cursed pumpkin latte. Damn the sensory organs for bringing back memories best left forgotten.
    But if he did do this party with Chaz…maybe…
    “ Grandma would approve a Christmas soiree at the house,” he thought out loud.
    “ She’d fucking love it.” Mason laughed. He surprisingly found an empty parking spot not far from Craft Time and pulled in.
    “ Okay, learn lots of good things in the library. I’ll see you tonight?” Sprocket opened the passenger door to exit.
    “ Yep, I’m thinking pizza.”
    “ No pineapple this time.”
    Mason honked once then reversed out of the spot and was gone. What wasn’t