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cry.
    “Fuck!”
    He curled up over Jensen’s head, holding his shoulders while he emptied his balls. Jensen drank as much of it as he could, but some trickled out of the corner of his mouth. When Toby was finished, Jensen surged up to take Toby’s lips.
    As they kissed, Toby wrapped his hand around Jensen’s cock, knowing he was close as well. The taste of himself on Jensen’s tongue made Toby give another spurt of cum which he scooped up to create a small slick layer to ease the friction of his hand on Jensen.
    Jensen broke their kiss, throwing his head back as he came all over Toby’s hand and stomach. He kept pumping until Jensen grimaced because his shaft was sensitive. Toby gave him a peck, licking some of his own cum off Jensen’s chin before he rolled out of the bed.
    After picking up the plate and setting it on the dresser, he strolled to the bathroom to get a cloth. He washed himself then took it back to Jensen and cleaned him up. Toby tossed it toward the hamper before climbing under the blankets.
    He encircled Jensen’s waist, pulling him back against his chest. He sighed as they wiggled to find the perfect spot for both of them. Once he was satisfied, Toby exhaled slowly.
    Jensen covered his hand with his. “When I was in rehab, I used to dream of us sleeping like this.”
    “Really? What else did you dream about while you were getting better?”
    They hadn’t really discussed what had gone on during rehab for Jensen. While Toby had been falling apart because the man he loved had disappeared, Jensen had been in a true fight for the rest of his life. If he hadn’t gotten control of his addiction, Jensen would’ve died eventually, and Toby would’ve lost Jensen forever, not just for six years.
    Hell, even him going away for months at a time to climb mountains wasn’t as hard as him falling off the face of the earth without so much as a phone call. At least with the trips, Toby knew where he was, even if he couldn’t talk to him sometimes.
    “I dreamed of standing on top of a mountain. It was like I was the only person left on earth,” Jensen said softly.
    Toby wasn’t surprised by that dream. It had to be lonely while at the center. Sure, there had been people there to help Jensen, like counselors and doctors. Hell, even the other patients could’ve been seen as support in a way since they knew what Jensen was going through. Yet there wasn’t one person there who had known him from his previous life. No one he could’ve counted as a friend.
    At least that was the feeling Toby had gotten from what little Jensen had told him. Jensen had emerged from the program strong and clean, with a new passion for climbing the world’s highest mountains and two new friends. While he’d had one relapse, he hadn’t gotten lost in the drugs and alcohol again.
    He’d returned to Toby a changed man. A better man as well, and Toby found himself falling deeper in love with Jensen every day.
    “Is that dream why you want to summit Everest? To stand at the top of the world and see how small you are in the grand scheme of things?” Toby got where a mountain could make a man feel like that.
    Jensen shrugged. “I don’t need to be reminded how insignificant I am in the world, Toby. I learned that lesson early on in life.”
    Toby shifted and wiggled them until Jensen lay on his back and Toby propped himself up over him to look down.
    “Don’t you dare say you’re not important or you’re insignificant, Jensen. You’re the most important thing in my world and when you’re not here, I miss you. It’s like there’s a giant hole in my life that nothing except you will fill.” He glared at Jensen.
    Smiling, Jensen cradled Toby’s face in his hands. “I know that. Why do you think I came back to you? You were the only person I wanted to see as soon as I got out of rehab. In my dream, I’d stand on the top of the mountain, feeling like I was the only person in the world then it was like your voice would