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snuggled closer, breathed in his scent and rocked her hips against his bum.
    “You didn’t lay down the law too hard, did you? I haven’t seen him in ages, and I’d like a chance to talk to him.”
    “It was all very amiable,” she said and then clammed up. She’d fully intended to explain exactly what had happened to Ross, but somehow she couldn’t. Blurting it out would seem too much like a confession, which it wasn’t, and besides, Ross had a whimsical look about him, as though he was looking at his past through rose-tinted spectacles, and she didn’t want to spoil it for him. Having your oldest friend turn up and flash his cock at your girlfriend, regardless of how it happened or for what reason, generally didn’t result in anything but discord. Especially—a wry frown troubled her brow—when it had happened twice in one day.
     
    Kit closed his eyes when Evie left the room. He unfolded his hands from behind his head and rested them palm up upon the duvet. For several minutes, he stared at the ceiling, replaying every moment he’d spent with her over in his head, while his cock continued to buck against his stomach, seeking additional stimulus. When it bucked a little too eagerly, leaving behind a wet thread of precome, he pushed himself up off the bed.
    He was done with jerking off, for now at least, despite an awareness that he could come very quickly if the fancy took him. But the moment had passed. Evie had gone, his tit for tat apology half-accepted.
    “ Shimatta !” he swore. The lady no doubt thought he was a complete prick now, and she’d be right. Certainly there were better ways to impress a woman than giving her an eyeful. Sure, women liked cocks, but generally they preferred them with a brain attached. In the absence of higher functioning, they tended to opt for a nice whizzy toy in place of a dunce.
    Engage brain not cock next time, he chastised himself. Although in the middle of a wank wasn’t generally when he did his best reasoning.
    Kit fastened his trousers over his hard-on. His cock strained against the leather, leaving him feeling uncomfortable, but it seemed fair punishment somehow. He’d known Ross wouldn’t bat an eyelid at him watching, but he should have checked out the lady more thoroughly before indulging his voyeuristic streak, made sure she felt the same way.
    A fractured glimpse of another pretty woman peeped briefly out of the mirrored wardrobe door at him before he pressed his forehead to the cool surface. He chased the thoughts of her as best as he could from his head. Maybe it had been a mistake coming back here so soon. Six years had seemed an eon on the flight from Japan, but it really wasn’t that long at all.
    Working in Kabukicho, he’d been isolated. No close friends, no real relationships and no troubles, just a nice, safe cocoon. The only demons he’d faced wore designer skirt suits and stiletto heels. If there were dark memories lurking in the shadows they were only of pointless fucks in dingy alleyways, nothing more hurtful than being paid to screw, even if it was in a round-about way. Here, time hadn’t moved on. Kirkley was as it was the day he left. Same people, same chocolate-box façade, same red phone box nestled beside an overgrown hedge on the corner of the green.
    “Hey, in there.” Ross, unlike his girlfriend didn’t bother to knock. He just barged in and struggled past the wall of boxes. His gaze swept Kit’s body in one smooth glance and settled upon his face. Okay, Ross had changed. That his friend had lost about a foot of hair was the most obvious one. He’d filled out too, no longer a lanky youth who didn’t quite have control of his limbs. Ross’s increased bulk suited him well, especially as it appeared to be all muscle.
    Gone was the rumpled sex-stained work suit, and in its place he wore a pair of faded black jeans and a tired grey jumper, mended at the cuff with silver embroidery thread and still familiar from six years ago. He