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Low blow.Alec regretted it the minute it left his lips.

"That's not fair."

"No. It wasn't. But you did have problems keeping jobs in retail too. And you haven't been at B.J.'s that long. Before that, it was The Fireplace, and don't get me started on the Cobalt fiasco."

"I'm clean, Alec. I left the drugs behind with Cobalt. You know that."

Alec returned and sat in the lounger facing him. "I hope so," he said.

"So you don't believe me?"

"I want to. But you've given me a reason not to."

Mac didn't reply. His face twisted with anguish and tears but Alec couldn't tell if he was really

sad or just desperate. Either way, his heart did ache a little for him.

"What will I do?"

"I don't know. You'll have to call someone… Turk, James. Surely you've got a friend you can

crash with until you're back on your feet.

Or until someone takes you in again,Alec thought.

Mac nodded, saying nothing.

"I'll give you a few days. We'll go through stuff, you can keep what's important to you. I want to make this as easy as possible."

The tears were steady now. Alec sat looking at him, invisible fingers clutching his heart and

squeezing. Whatever strength he had was fast fleeing. He needed to get out of the room, get away

before the dynamic changed and he succumbed to it. He stood.

"Please," Mac said, reaching out. He dropped to his knees between the couch and coffee table, latching to Alec's legs. The quilt fell completely from him, and he was naked and trembling with sobs.

His face had been haggard, but now that it was buried in Alec's lap, all that was visible was his

beautiful naked body. Alec was appalled and ashamed to find himself aroused.

"I'll do anything," Mac pleaded. "You name it. You make the rules. I'm here to do whatever you say. I just don't want to give this up?"

"This…" said Alec. "Or us?"

Mac looked up. "Us, of course. I mean us." He squeezed Alec tight around the hips, his face pressing into his crotch, no doubt feeling the stirrings there.

He combed his fingers through Mac's hair. His head was clouded. Feelings of remorse mingled

with desire.

Mac seized the moment. He unzipped Alec's jeans and reached in.

"I'll let you do me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Don't," Alec said but did nothing to stop him.

Mac had Alec in his mouth now, hot and wet and though almost every fiber of his being was