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Did I say thank you for letting me stay here? Because, you know, thank you.” He took a deep breath that
shuddered more than he liked. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
    “That’s what friends are for,” Ian said,
rinsing the beer bottles in the sink and stacking them to dry. “Are you going
to be okay by yourself?”
    “Unless you’re inviting me upstairs for some
hot four-way action, I don’t think I have a choice.”
    That earned him a familiar
long-suffering look. “I meant if you need someone to stay with you, I’ll stay.”
    Nick swallowed, all humor gone. God, he
wanted that right now, wanted to have another body curled up behind him, an arm
thrown around his waist, warm breath on the nape of his neck. Someone who would wake him up if he started dreaming about
Barnard’s bedroom again.
    But he couldn’t fit Ian into that image.
It just felt … wrong.
    He shook his head. “I’ll be all right.
Besides, with my luck I’ll wake up humping your ass and that would be all kinds
of weird.”
    Ian snorted. “Yeah, I really don’t need
to know that much about you. All right, I’m gonna go back upstairs, but if you
need anything—”
    “I’ll shout, I promise. Go get some
sleep.”
    The smaller man hesitated, then surprised him by pulling him into a strong hug. After a
moment Nick squeezed back, grateful for the comfort. “Thanks. Again. I’ll probably keep saying that for a while, just so
you know.”
    “Don’t worry about it.” Ian let him go
with a pat and an eye-roll. “Wish me luck. I’m gonna see if I can reclaim a
couple inches of mattress space.”
    “Yeah, yeah, poor you, sleeping with
twin supermodels. My heart bleeds.”
    Ian laughed as he headed for the stairs.
“Dude, you have no idea.”

Chapter Two
     
    The slanting sunlight coming through the
window blinds woke Nick up out of a blessedly Barnard-free dream. Rubbing his
eyes, he rolled over and checked the alarm clock. 8:12 A.M.
    Then he looked up. A rhythmic creaking
noise came from overhead, combined with muffled words and the occasional moan.
    He grinned at the ceiling. Ian, you sex god, you.
    The creaking picked up a notch, and he
distinctly heard his friend beg someone to go deeper. He bottoms? Shit, that’s so hot.
    Idly, he slid his hand under his boxers
and stroked his cock, already half-hard. There was a brief twinge of guilt
about masturbating to the sound of Ian and his two gorgeous boyfriends fucking
their brains out overhead, but it quickly disappeared as the creaking sped up.
    He tried to imagine how they were
positioned. He could hear Ian’s voice, so the blond wasn’t going down on the
other twin. Maybe he’s fucking one of
them while the other one fucks him?
    An image popped into his mind. The three
of them on their sides, pumping in unison as Aphros fucked Ian from behind, and
Ian drove into the other twin. He imagined all three bodies lightly sheened in
sweat as they flexed and thrust, hard shafts driving deeply into muscled flesh.
    He stroked his own cock more roughly
now, picturing Ian’s hand reaching around and jacking off Bythos while he
rocked on Aphros’s cock, taking the blue-eyed twin deep and loving it.
    The fantasy morphed, and now he was in Bythos’s
place, Ian’s hand massaging his cock while he plowed Nick’s ass. Aphros moved
lower on the bed, warm mouth closing around Nick’s shaft as Ian’s hand dropped
away. Nick moaned, imagining a head of auburn curls bobbing greedily and taking
him deep as Ian drove into him relentlessly.
    Pleasure sizzled down his spine and into
his groin, and his climax came up quickly. For a moment he regretted not
pulling his boxers down, then gave in as his balls tightened and warm semen
spurted over his hand. Overhead, it sounded as if things were also coming to a
head, judging from the hoarse cries and one low, loud roar.
    Panting softly, Nick pulled his hand out
of his boxers and wiped the translucent stickiness covering his fingers on his
t-shirt.