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he’d had an epic orgasm only a few minutes earlier, lust slammed hard into Ryan’s gut as Sam’s guttural words echoed through the shadowed hallway. He grabbed Sam, unable to stand even the small distance between them. He wanted, needed, to feel the other man against him again.
    As soon as Ryan’s fingers curled around Sam’s biceps, Sam chuckled and dipped his head to take Ryan’s mouth again. He shoved the door shut and began dragging Ryan down the dim hall, navigating by feel, bumping into occasional tables and careening off the walls. Neither of them minded, mouths fused, hands clutching at each other.
    Ryan realized Sam was steering them toward his bedroom as he pushed him toward the stairs. He’d spent enough time at his friend’s house to be able to aid their haphazard trajectory a little despite moving backwards and having most of his concentration focused on Sam’s wicked tongue as it curled around his own.
    “Off.” Sam’s hands tugged the hem of Ryan’s t-shirt upward. His fingertips brushed up the sculpted expanse of Ryan’s abdomen, spreading his hand over his chest to feel the rapid beat of his heart.
    Ryan reached back, between his shoulder blades, and pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it into the darkness over the stair railing. He heard a muffled thump as something in the living room was knocked to the floor, but he didn’t care. Sam’s mouth moved over his collarbone, stubble scraping as his tongue lapped at the small, tight nub of his nipple. When he scraped it with his teeth, Ryan clutched at his shoulders and moaned.
    Sam murmured against his skin in agreement. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all night.” He pinned Ryan against the railing, bending him backwards as his mouth roamed lower, kissing, sucking, and nipping at his taut skin. “Ever since you said you were getting your shirt on.”
    He tugged open the so recently fastened buttons of Ryan’s jeans. “I wanted to race over there and undress you again.”
    The confession went straight to Ryan’s aching rod. He speared his hands into Sam’s hair and yanked him back to his mouth. He sucked hard on Sam’s lower lip, releasing it with a wet pop. “I saw you, once.” His hands stroked down Sam’s back, curving over his firm ass and pulling him tight against him. Sam paused in his exploration of Ryan’s sculpted chest, eyebrows rising.
    “Saw me?”
    Ryan nodded, squeezing Sam’s hips and rocking their groins together, making them both gasp. “Undressing.”
    Sam inclined his head, brow furrowing, as he proceeded to push Ryan up the stairs. “You’ve seen me change plenty of times.”
    “Yeah, but...” Ryan shook his head. “This was the first time I noticed.”
    “Oh?” Sam heel-and-toed off his loafers and kicked them away, grinning eagerly. Ryan paused, leaning against the bathroom door to pull off his tennis shoes. Heat burned in his cheeks as he recalled the memory of the first time he’d looked at Sam and noticed the other man’s body in a sexual way.
    “We were getting ready for the spring formal. You took Rachel Rosenberg, remember?”
    Sam shrugged. “Vaguely.” He reached out to brush his fingers across Ryan’s collarbone. Ryan caught his hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a sucking kiss to his palm.
    “You waited until the last minute to change into your tux, and you were rushing. You didn’t close the bathroom door all the way.” He left hot at the image he could still remember so vividly…Sam in nothing but his boxer-briefs, still a little gangly with adolescence but long and lean and tan. And the outline of his shaft through the thin cotton had made Ryan’s mouth go dry and his member hard.
    “Hmm,” Sam murmured, eyes widening. “Oh right, you couldn’t figure out how to adjust yourself in your dress slacks so no one would notice...” He trailed off, blinking. When he spoke again, his voice was low. “You were hard.” He swallowed, licked his lips. “You