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way nicely. But what did Pat get? A no-game superhero spouting awful porn dialog.
    “Whatever, man.” He pushed himself back up the bed, running a not-quite-idle hand up Nicholas’s stomach. “Maybe later.”
    It wasn’t even a real brush-off, but the guy had the nerve to look taken aback. “What — why aren’t you —”
    Definitely not the right moment for a discussion, so Pat tried a grin, waggling his eyebrows. “Hey, I’m not just for looking at, you know? Feel free to touch, or whatever. I bet I feel pretty good. I mean, I am in good shape and all, you —”
    He never got to finish. The confusion cleared from Nicholas’s face, and half a heartbeat later Pat was sprawled on his back, with no idea of how he’d gotten there. Nicholas was crouched over him, gaze smoldering and lips slanted smugly. “Lie still,” he growled. And — oh gods yes.
    Nicholas’s hands sliding over Pat as though he wanted to consume him. That was — Pat didn’t even know. Being touched like this, with open desire and even need…
    He thumbed Pat’s nipples roughly before smoothing his palms down his stomach; rubbed one thumb tantalizingly just beneath his belly button while leaning forward to bite at Pat’s jawline. Pat wriggled rather desperately to get the touch to settle just that little bit lower — but a large hand was on his hip, holding him down, steel fingers wrapping all the way around his side as though he really were as diminutive as Nicholas had made him sound.
    He could feel Nicholas’s breath against his neck, cool on moist skin. There were teeth setting carefully into the sensitive skin at the base of his throat, and the steady touch on his abdomen was making Pat ache and burn, tension ratcheting higher with every torturous, slow swipe of the thumb.
    “Come on.” That wasn’t a whine. Pat didn’t whine, it was only — “Come on, man, don’t tease —”
    The touch vanished. Pat’s eyes flew open — when had he closed them? — in time to catch Nicholas giving him a look heated enough to make his breath catch. “You’re beautiful like this.” His voice was so gravelly he sounded angry. Pat shuddered. The small sound that escaped him wasn’t a squeak, honestly it wasn’t, and even if it was — “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
    Pat gave an inarticulate, choked sound and had to remind himself to breathe as Nicholas knelt to slide slow hands up his legs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin of Pat’s inner thighs. He spread his legs without prompting, and gasped involuntarily when cool fingers stroked lingeringly over his balls before slipping lower to press at his hole. Nicholas’s free fist closed around the base of Pat’s erection in the same instant, and for several chaotic moments, the flood of sensations was too much for Pat to sort out. He moaned and arched mindlessly into the touch, twisting on the bed as a rush of sparking delight tumbled through him.
    “Okay,” Nicholas said.
    Hell yeah, everything about this was okay. He had never been this okay, and might never be again.
    Except that Nicholas stopped touching him, and that — no, that was not okay. Pat rasped an incoherent protest and reared up off the sheets to grab for him, but Nicholas’s hands were on his hip and shoulder again, and —
    Pat wasn’t short or light, whatever Nicholas had claimed, but he almost felt like it when he found himself flipped onto his stomach with ridiculous ease. Before his mind had finished processing the change in position, Nicholas was already lifting Pat’s hips up off the bed and kicking his knees apart. And Pat liked it. It was amazing how much it turned him on to be manhandled like this… arranged just the way Nicholas wanted him.
    Uncoordinated with lust and nerves, it took Pat a moment to get his arms under him and his face off the mattress. Nicholas was warm, solid muscle all along his back, one arm wrapped around Pat’s middle. Nicholas’s erection pressing between his cheeks