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    "He won't touch you if you don't want it," James said, shooting Deepak a glance to make sure they were on the same page. "I thought this would be fun for you. Something different. And I'd enjoy watching you lose control."
    "You would?" Michael came out of himself for an instant, focusing completely on James. And James felt his cock dribble in response, aching for the release he found so difficult to accept.
    "I want to see you spurt. Hear you moan," James said. Fastening his mouth on Michael's ear, he began kissing and tugging with his teeth even as his right hand seized his own cock. Deepak had Michael in both hands, working him brutally, pulling mercilessly. Michael's breath came faster, turning into gasps, and when he tried to stifle himself with a hand he couldn't bear it. Fascinated by the sight, James's own hand pulled frantically, squeezing, hurting, feeling too good for words. Michael's eyes opened suddenly, locking on James's, and it made all the difference for both of them.
    "Next time you'll fuck me," James said. "You'll fuck me so hard, I'll shit myself because I can't hold it in. Because you're too much for me..."
    "Oh God," Michael cried, pumping like a volcano.
    "Michael," James whispered, squirting onto the carpet. Making the other man come with dirty talk was easy. More problematic was how much James wanted everything he imagined to be true, at least in this moment.
    ***
    Deceiving Frannie was unexpectedly simple. Since embarking on her romance with Ambien, she never noticed if Michael got in late on Friday nights. But after his third "adventure," as he thought of each occasion, Michael decided it was too hard, rushing back to the suburb lightheaded—not to mention sore-cocked—just to please a snoring wife. There had to be a better way. A way that wouldn't cause Frannie or the kids undue anxiety while allowing Michael more time with James.
    James didn't think much of the Nautilus, so for their fourth encounter Michael booked a room at the Hilton in Green Park. He rang up James to deliver the news. To Michael's great satisfaction, James let out a happy squeak. Reeling off the amenities in a deadpan voice, Michael imagined James's expression.
    "Twenty-four hour room service... state-of-the-art climate control in all rooms... bathrobe and slippers..."
    "Where have you been all my life?" James sounded incredulous.
    Michael tried not to take James's delight too personally. God only knew where the young man lived or how he kept things together from day to day. Half of Michael insisted James's personal life wasn't his problem. Theirs was a simple transaction, old as the human tribe. But Michael's other half, the researcher and author of textbooks, saw no harm in learning more about James. Knowledge, like truth, could never be a bad thing. Michael believed that completely, even when his belief led to pain. And knowing more about his employee might even make their adventures more satisfying, if he could get up the courage to ask.
    "So what do you want tonight?" James asked.
    They still had their clothes on. Michael was in an armchair. James was on his lap, arms around Michael's neck, jeans-encased buttocks rubbing along a strengthening erection.
    "Intercourse."
    James made a show of pretending to misunderstand. "Right-o. Me inside you," he said, even as he pressed harder with his rear—up, down, and up again.
    "Me penetrating you." Michael kissed James slowly, tracing his bottom lip. He had grown more comfortable with kissing. Apparently it wasn't about technical perfection, like an Olympic gymnast's parallel bar routine. It was about warmth, wetness, closeness.
    "Fine." James pushed down his jeans. Tonight he was commando beneath them, all erect penis and bare buttocks. He started unfastening Michael's belt.
    "Not here."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Not in this position. Woman on top. I don't like it."
    "Pardon me, mate, I'm no woman." Gripping his penis, James waggled it at Michael.
    "Sorry. Partner on