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instantly put paid to the idea.
     
    “What the fuck?” Louis lifted his head.
     
    “Roll over.” Jake tugged on his shoulder.
     
    Louis did so, though he wasn’t particularly happy. Still, his cock—when he cared to follow the line of Jake’s triumphant gaze—teetered at half-mast.
     
    “Now that,” Jake said, wiping his oily hands on the sheet, “I can work with.” He leaned over and feathered his tongue up the underside of Louis’s shaft. Much to Louis’s surprise a rush of heat flooded to his groin, and his cock rose to greet those wispy caresses. Drawing in a sharp breath, he curled his fingers into his palms and bit down on the small but determined protest building in the back of his throat. Even now, he couldn’t quite figure out how he’d managed to get here, flat on his back with an enthusiastic barman desperate to stoke his dwindling fire.
     
    He laid his closed hand on Jake’s head and forced his fingers to flex. The last thing he wanted was to be compared, once again, to a corpse.
     
    Jake’s hair was silky soft beneath his palm. Cut razor short at the nape, his hair there was a shade darker than the honey blond of the longer strands on top. Jake’s tongue flicked out to lap the head of Louis’s cock. The mattress gave beneath Louis’s back as he adjusted his weight. He fought to stifle a groan as he sank into the warm, silken tunnel of Jake Harvey’s throat. It wouldn’t have taken much more than a ripple or two from the tight walls to end things before they’d properly started. But, without warning, as quick as he’d sucked him down, Jake released him.
     
    Louis shuddered at the sudden cool air caressing his cock. “Hey!” He grabbed a handful of blond locks. “Why’d you stop?”
     
    “Because,” Jake said, brushing Louis’s hand aside as he sat up, “I’m not here just for the pleasure of sucking you off.”
     
    He grabbed a condom from the supply on the bedside table, tore the packet, and rolled the latex ever so carefully down Louis’s shaft as if afraid it might once again drop like a soufflé. He also took his time with the lube, warming the gel between his palms, spreading a liberal dollop over the latex before turning attention upon himself.
     
    “I should warn you,” he said, cupping his ball sac with one hand and sliding beneath to coat his hole with the other. “I don’t usually bottom. In fact the last time I did was a good few months ago with one of my dad’s barmen. We had this thing going… No. I’m not even sure it was a—”
     
    Louis reared up, grabbed Jake by the shoulders, and pushed him down onto the mattress hard enough to steal his breath and, thankfully, his chattering.
     
    “Are you sure you want this?” Louis asked as shock darkened the depths of Jake’s eyes.
     
    “I’m certain,” he replied somberly. To prove it, he curled his legs around Louis’s waist.
     
    Louis was fairly certain at that moment he wanted it too. He moved back to line his dick to Jake’s lubed hole. Jake immediately tensed, his upper lip drawing back over his teeth.
     
    “Louis…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Slow works for me too.”
     
    Louis froze. Jake’s ass was a tight band of pressure gripping the head of his cock.
     
    Should he pull out? Jake hadn’t said so. Not to stop. Just to slow down. If that was what he wanted, Louis was more than happy to oblige. He’d treat Jake with the care he’d taken with Carter when their usual energetic routine became too much. Slow and easy. Louis’s favorite kind of sex. Not that he’d experienced it often. He’d berate himself for enjoying sex more with his sick lover than he had at the full peak of Carter’s health. Louis liked to take his time, to savor every thrust, every tremor. To take pleasure from and in another man’s body. He could do that now, even with a stranger. Weird thing was, Jake didn’t seem like a stranger. More like a friend with whom he’d overstepped the mark. Of course,