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same time. Draining him of energy, of the ability to make words, or even to hold himself up. Nick could barely manage to pull out, and might not have bothered if Barrett hadn’t turned to grope for him and tug him into a messy, heated, open-mouthed kiss.
    Finally, he could breathe again. He sucked for air and opened his eyes to stare at the tiny constellation of freckles on Barrett’s back. What the hell? He blinked, dazed, but not so much he couldn’t boggle at himself. What the hell was that?
     
    Barrett held back the laugh as long as he could. When he lost the fight and it slipped out of him, at least the noise came out rusty and rough. “If that’s ‘not trying to start something’ then I don’t know if I’d have survived you really meaning business. Jesus , Mary and Joseph.” He nudged Nick until Nick scooted off his back and tumbled into a heap at his side.
    One look made him want to laugh all over again. Golden hair fell over Nick’s face in far less of a curtain and far more of a tangled mess. One wide blue eye peeked through, making him look damned near shell-shocked.
    “So, no need to ask if it was good for you too,” Barrett commented. He flexed his thighs cautiously. He’d be sore for a while, no doubt about that. He didn’t mind. Give him something to remember the occasion by, that was what he liked. “Nick?” He waved in front of the dazed blue stare. “Hello?”
    Nick blinked once, then twice, then groaned and covered his face. “Oh my God,” he said, muffled, and Barrett gave up the effort to behave himself.
    Chortling, he turned on his side to drape an arm and a leg over Nick, comfortably proprietary. “Not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?” Barrett asked. “I need to know where to buy that kind of mood if I’m going to pay you back for it.” He poked Nick in the ribs. “Which, believe me, I will. When the time is right. When you least expect it.”
    Nick pushed his hair out of his face and peeked sheepishly at Barrett. Rosy pink colored his cheeks beneath his stubble, which Barrett figured he probably shouldn’t find endearing or cute but did, all the same. “Um…”
    Barrett snorted. “Um, yourself.”
    “You sure you’re all right?” Nick raised himself on crossed arms, exactly as Barrett had done earlier. Barrett doubted he noticed they did that, but every so often they twinned one another and moved in echoes of synchronicity. He’d never told Nick. It’d just embarrass him, and Barrett liked it too much to make it stop.
    “If you have to ask me that after a fuck like this…” Barrett whistled and pretended to shake his head in despair of Nick.
    Nick scowled and shoulder-bumped him.
    Better . Barrett grinned at Nick, wide and open, and sat up to stretch. “God yes, I’m all right. I’m fantastic.” His stomach rumbled. “And hungry. Fucking starving, actually.”
    Nick’s shoulders shook with amusement. “Walking stomach.”
    “You were the one singing all those praises to beef stew,” Barrett retorted. He thumped Nick’s back twice and gave him a little nudge. “So, going to make me eat alone, or do you want to come and put your mouth to better use than biting me?”
    Nick touched his lips. He looked baffled. “Would you believe me if I swore on my own grandmother’s grave I had no idea why I did that? Honestly?”
    “Nope. Because your grandmother’s still alive.”
    “Darn. Good memory even after being fucked to the moon and back.”
    “You don’t think highly of yourself, do you?” Although he wasn’t wrong. Barrett shifted position and reached for Nick, meaning to drag him out of bed by the shoulders if he had to. “Stew’s on. Unless of course you want me to eat the whole pot myself, which I could probably—”
    He stopped. What the…?
    Nick’s eyebrows drew together when he frowned. “Okay, that’s a look I haven’t seen before. I didn’t really hurt you, did I?”
    “Shut up,” Barrett said, the command