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shit,” Simon said, pulling the door wide and leaning against the frame.
    Max’s mouth fell open at the sight of Simon in just a towel, his black hair damp and sticking up wildly. His cock automatically rose in response and he dropped his hand to the growing tent in his loose slacks. Simon’s bright blue eyes tracked the movement and when Max lifted his gaze again he saw a grin splayed across Simon’s face.
    “How was work?” he asked casually.
    Max roughly pushed past him, unwilling to continue talking to the man while they were in the doorway in full view of their elderly neighbors across the hall. He dropped his messenger bag, a holdover from his days as an intern at the hospital where he now worked, on the old oak bench under the place he hung his keys and went to the kitchen.
    “Uh huh,” Simon said, coming up beside him and blocking his path with a firm hand on Max’s chest. He tried not to let that contact get to him. He couldn’t let Simon know what he did to him, or how much their brief night together meant to him. Or for him. Shit, he really didn’t know how to explain it. Only that he couldn’t. Not in words anyway. He backed up, quickly getting out of Simon’s reach. Sparing a look to his roommate, he walked around him and headed in the direction of the fridge. Simon’s hand on the back of his neck stopped him instantly, though. Unable to easily get away from that contact, Max stood still and waited for Simon to say whatever it was that he needed to before he’d let Max get the drink he so desperately wanted.
    “You didn’t take your shoes off,” Simon said, his voice flat as he stepped closer to Max’s side.
    Color rose to fill Max’s cheeks as he looked down at his feet. “Yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, remembering Simon’s rules about cleanliness. “Forgot.” He turned to go back to the front hall, to the small section Simon had dedicated to their shoes, but Simon’s hand tightened on his neck, stopping him before he could take another step.
    “While I’m glad that you remembered, it’s a bit too late for that. On your knees.”
    Max couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as he let Simon push him down to the warm stone tile of their shared kitchen. Well, really, it was his kitchen since he owned the condo and Simon was simply a roommate, but at that moment as he looked up into Simon’s expectant gaze, the distinction really didn’t matter all that much.
    “What do you want me to do?” Max asked, expecting the answer to be obvious even if it wasn’t. Not to him at least. They hadn’t done this before. Their one time together, the night before last, had been kinky and fun but Simon going down on him after he’d tied him up had been the end of it. Much to Max’s disappointment. They hadn’t talked about it the next morning and Max had gone to work as usual, thinking Simon had changed his mind about starting anything with him. But apparently, blessedly, he’d been wrong. “I can suck you off if that’s what you want. I mean, I know how and all.” He shut his mouth tightly, sounding like an idiot and Simon’s gentle smile didn’t really help. He could be laughing at him behind those perfect blue eyes for all Max knew. Actually, he didn’t know much about his roommate at all, as sad as that was.
    Simon dropped his towel and Max licked his lips as the man’s hard cock came into view, its purple head slick and needy only inches from Max’s face. He leaned forward, his mouth open and ready to please Simon but the other man’s hand quickly dropped in front of his cock, blocking him. “Uh huh. First we do this my way.”
    Frowning, Max looked up at him. “I thought we already did that. Don’t I get a turn?”
    “No. Not without my say so,” Simon replied, his answer sounding automatic as he cupped his sack with one hand and braced himself against the countertop behind him with the other. “Tell me about your day.”
    Max couldn’t even begin to tell Simon about the shit