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Shane seemed to know what he was doing, but then he couldn’t think anymore, only feel; he dropped his head back and closed his eyes again, concentrated hard on not coming. It wasn’t working; it felt beyond incredible and he knew it was Shane. It was all too much. “Shane…Stop!”
    Cool air hit his wet prick as that wonderful mouth withdrew. The bed shifted.
    “Close?”
    Gray nodded, then lifted his lids. Oh, shit! Shane’s lips were red and swollen from sucking him. He’d also sat up and that gorgeous hair was falling over his shoulders and down his chest again. His lover’s abs flexed slightly as he breathed and his prick was still erect, arching up toward his dark belly. It was—
    “…top drawer of the nightstand.” Shane kissed the inside of his thigh and settled back on his feet.
    Gray had totally zoned; he had no idea what Shane was saying. What was in the top drawer?
    Shane grinned at him, knowingly. “There you go again, thinking too much. There are condoms and lube in the top drawer. Get them, Grayson.”
    Lube? Condoms? Gray blinked. Yeah, he could do that. He scrambled up the bed and opened the drawer. Sure enough, there was a tube of KY and several foil packages. He tore one off the row, grabbed the lube and shut the drawer. Somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice was once again asking why Shane was doing this. Shane wasn’t gay…was he? Gray himself had been with women when he was younger, trying to convince himself he didn’t prefer men, but now he just couldn’t imagine himself going to a female. That’s why he couldn’t figure out how a straight man could just all of a sudden decide—
    “You’re doing it again.” Shane pressed up close behind him and took the KY and condom from his hand. One arm moved around Gray’s chest and kisses trailed down Gray’s neck to his shoulder.
    Oh! That hard body aligned against his was heaven. He wiggled, rubbing that solid prick against his lower back. “Doing what?”
    “Overanalyzing.” Shane released him and leaned back.
    Gray started to protest, but he heard foil tear and turned around in time to see Shane roll it on. Brown eyes caught his once the condom was in place. “This okay?” For the first time, Shane looked unsure of himself.
    Well, that’s interesting. But now was not the time for questions. Gray reached up and caressed one of those high cheekbones and smirked. “If you are asking if you can fuck me in the ass, then, yeah, it’s okay.”
    Shane leaned forward and nipped Gray’s bottom lip. “Don’t be crude, Grayson.” But he was smiling and pushed Gray forward, giving him no choice but to catch himself with his hands. Which apparently was what he’d intended, because he touched Gray’s thigh, then popped the top on the lube. “Raise up.”
    “Bossy bastard,” Gray mumbled.
    Shane swatted him on the ass. “What was that?” The tube of KY landed on the bed beside Gray and Shane’s slick fingers skimmed down his crease and over his anus.
    “Nothing.”
    Gray gasped as one blunt finger pressed inside. Shane forged deeper, his long finger grazing Gray’s prostate. Goddamn! Gray dropped to his elbows, resting his forehead on the bed between his forearms.
    Shane groaned behind him, then his mane tickled the backs of Gray’s legs as he bent and pressed his lips to the base of Gray’s spine. “You’ve done this before, right?”
    Shit! When was the last time he’d done this? Gray nodded, wiggling back, wanting more. He got it, too, as Shane started to move his finger in and out. He barely managed to get the words out. “Yeah. Have you?”
    A second finger joined the first and another kiss landed on his back. “Shh…”
    He was so damned turned on that that second finger hadn’t even stung. He’d never felt more ready in his life. “Shane, please. Now!”
    The fingers left and the silken heat of Shane’s cock pressed against him, rubbing around his hole. Shane’s other hand caressed his back. “Push