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far in the past year, both of them exploring all the possibilities but not quite ready for the “final frontier.”
    Matt wanted it.
    Evan feared it.
    And then underneath, he thought about it entirely too much to deny that he wanted it too.
    There was a porn DVD hidden in the garage. He'd watched it a few too many times, alone, which made it a dirty secret in his mind, something so utterly insane that he knew Matt would strain a muscle laughing at him when the truth came out.
    “I have a lot planned,” Evan said boldly, pulling Matt's mouth from his neck and burying his tongue down his throat to stop the conversation.
    The kiss made everything better; Evan didn't have to say the words, but he could express the want with his mouth, his tongue making pointed stabs against Matt's until they were both mimicking the unnamed need with frantic mouths and urgent hips.
    Matt pulled away, his eyes dark and needy. For a split second Evan almost demanded it now, asked for and begged for it, but his knees didn't hold him up long enough to give in. He dropped down, porcelain hard and unforgiving against his knees. He didn't spend too much time on that; he was too busy opening his mouth and pulling the hard red length of Matt's dick against the back of his throat.
    He was good at this. Almost too good for a guy with two sex partners, ever. Where Matt could draw it out and leave him begging and cursing, Evan was quick and dirty.
    Matt loved it. Loved it and praised him and stroked the short coarse hair on his scalp and gasped and pushed, and Evan ate it up. Sucked it down. Turned himself inside out as he tried to take his lover deeper and make the sounds turn even more harsh and desperate…
    It felt like a need, like a drug. He choked a little, felt the water from the shower splattering against the side of his head, but he didn't stop. Didn't even pause. Just sucked and pressed his hands into Matt's hipbones and trailed them down to the inside of his thighs and then back around to tightly grasp his ass.
    And that was the key. No need to do more. Just the hint of it, the fantasy he knew Matt had (had whispered in his ear many nights, mouth quiet and frantic, hand on Evan's dick) and Matt's voice went shaky, and Evan knew the end was near.
    He didn't pull away.
    He should find that shameful or dirty maybe, how easily it came to him. How much it turned him on when that first tiny jerk against his tongue came, how he sucked harder and took it all down his throat, let it flood his mouth, and drank it down.
    Dirty little secret—Evan had a few. Matt knew most of them and loved them and loved him.
    It was a relief.
    And a relief to Matt as he slid down to the bottom of the shower, his hands all over Evan even as he panted through the aftershocks.
    “Showers make you really horny—I'm so happy we're going to the beach,” Matt muttered, pulling Evan close for a kiss—all tongue and sloppy and distracting because Evan barely noticed when Matt's warm wet hand closed over his dick. “Can't wait to see what those waves do to you.”
    “Already told you…a lot planned,” Evan wheezed, leaning forward on Matt's body, letting him take some of his weight.
    “Surfing? Fishing?” Matt gave Evan's dick a wicked twist, down at the base. Evan's body twitched in anticipation.
    “Fuck.” It came out a moan, and Evan dropped his head against Matt's shoulder, shoving his entire body to find some sort of relief.
    “Yeah,” and after that Matt apparently had nothing but that ridiculously tight grip and the thrusting of his shoulders and hips, and Evan couldn't think of anything else to say.
    Except “ohgodplease” when he came obscenely hard against Matt's thigh.
    A quick, cold rinse later, Matt was drying off and eyeing Evan in a bemused sort of way. Evan's shy uptight self got out of the shower—leaving the inner slut behind apparently—and he wrapped a towel around his waist.
    Matt rolled his eyes.
    “Puritan,” he muttered as he walked into