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and reactions than racing toward any kind of climax. It was the perfect reintroduction to sex for Jamie, and he gave himself over to the journey, letting Nick guide him and set the pace.
    By the time they’d both wriggled out of their jeans and shoes, their movements had taken on a desperate edge. The gravelly groan that made its way out of Nick’s throat as Jamie worked a hand down into his underwear to grip him and begin working him slowly had Jamie shivering from head to toe.
    Nick shoved his boxers down without ceremony and tugged Jamie’s down too, pausing momentarily to rake his eyes over Jamie’s supine, naked form. His eyes were dark and hungry as he crawled back over him, their erections bumping and catching in a way that had them both closing their eyes and then repeating the movement again and again. Neither of them spoke, no urging words or begging. They were both quiet and content to breathe together and trust that the other one knew what was needed, their movements accompanied only by whimpers and quiet groans that made Jamie’s stomach ache with lust.
    Laid out and touching from head to toe, Nick slipped his hands beneath Jamie, cupping and kneading his ass and urging him to grind up against Nick. They were both kissing sloppily, pausing to groan and pant against each other’s mouths and jaws and necks. When Nick brushed a finger over Jamie’s lips and Jamie sucked it hungrily, their eyes locked knowingly.
    Nick moved his hand back to slip between Jamie’s cheeks, the wet finger dabbling lightly over his hole and pressing in just enough to make Jamie buck. Jamie wrapped a hand around them both and rubbed, hurtling toward the kind of orgasm he’d barely realized he missed, and as soon as he bowed up and groaned, spurting between them, Nick was responding in kind, curling closer with stuttering hips and eyes squeezed shut.
    The whole thing was messy and beautiful and oddly cathartic, right down to their stumbling journey to the bathroom to wipe each other down and then collapsing onto Jamie’s bed, wriggling beneath the covers for warmth and pressing their now cold feet together. It felt oddly familiar and yet totally alien to Jamie, to be wrapped up in strong arms and kissed just for the sake of kissing.
    “My nose is cold,” whispered Jamie, not really wanting to break the sleepy, sated silence but wanting to listen to Nick talk whilst Jamie had his head pressed against his chest and would feel the rumble. An odd thing to enjoy perhaps, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
    “Poor baby,” said Nick with a teasing inflection. He yanked the covers up over their heads, cocooning them both. “There, give it a minute.”
    Jamie laughed and pushed his face up against Nick’s neck, giggling—yes, giggling—when Nick yelped.
    “Jesus! It’s freezing,” he exclaimed.
    “Told you so,” replied Jamie, snickering quietly. He squeaked when Nick mock growled at him and rolled them, pinning Jamie beneath him. Jamie could barely see with the light blocked out by the covers, but he could make out Nick’s predatory grin.
    “I’ll warm you up,” Nick purred, nuzzling Jamie’s jaw. Jamie bit his lip and moved into the touch, definitely ready for round two, only to have his face grabbed by Nick and held in place. Jamie squealed when Nick lunged down and covered Jamie’s nose with his mouth, kissing it with warm lips and making big smacking sounds, laughing and wriggling until Nick got thoroughly distracted by the wriggles and decided playtime was over for now. Round two was on.

Chapter Four
     
    J UST ABOUT everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
    Jamie had woken up so snug and warm, wrapped around a sleeping Nick, and they’d lazily kissed the early morning away before Nick left and Jamie headed to the airport. Now he was stuck in heavy traffic on the motorway, and the traffic news bleating from the radio wasn’t promising. It had been snowing since early morning, and in typical English fashion, the