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Andrew growled, lifting his hips off the bed to get deeper. The position was sweet, but he didn’t want sweet. He lifted Toren off the bed and crossed the room. His dresser was the right height, and he sat Toren down on the edge and started to fuck him. Toren stretched an arm back to stop his head from banging into the wall, and Andrew hoped that would be enough. He had a one-track mind, focused on nothing more than rutting into the gorgeous man currently perched on his dresser. He still had Toren’s dick in his hand and he used the force of his hips to push it through his slippery fingers.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to take my time with you. As soon as I get inside of you, I lose myself entirely,” Andrew admitted.

Toren responded with a shudder, throwing his head back. “This is so wrong,” he told the ceiling.

Andrew tightened his grip and stroked Toren right into another orgasm. He didn’t last much longer than he did the first time, shooting cum all over his stomach and Andrew’s hand. His muscles gripped and squeezed when he finished, and Andrew had to clench his jaw to keep his own release at bay.

“Can I come on you?” he asked, scooping Toren up and bringing him back to the bed.

“Please.”

He released the hold he had on his own pleasure, letting his body take over the work of getting him off. It was impossible to not think about Dave when he fucked Toren. Unavoidable to not put a name to what they were doing. But Toren had been right.

It was hot.

And it was wrong.

But not wrong enough for him to stop. He pumped his hips until he was on the verge of release, then he pulled out and fought the condom off. He crawled up Toren’s body, pinned his wrists over his head and jerked himself off right onto Toren’s armpit. Cum landed in the dark and sweaty hair, the muscles of his shoulder and his arm. And Andrew came like emptying his balls would be enough to save his life, to break up with Dave so he wouldn’t have to do it himself.

The shocks of pleasure rolled through him and he sank down and rubbed his cheek across Toren’s armpit, smearing his cum into their skin before kissing and sucking some of it away. Toren whimpered and fisted his hair, yanking Andrew up and crashing their mouths together.

“I love the way you want me,” Toren whispered against his mouth, and Andrew rolled them both onto their sides so he could continue the kiss without needing to hold his weight up.

“I love the way you taste,” he admitted, dragging his lips toward Toren’s ear. “When you have cum on your tongue or cigarette smoke in your mouth. Your ass, your balls, I fucking can’t get enough of you.”

Andrew was telling the truth and nothing but the truth. Toren Ember was as good to him as any drug, and there wasn’t a single thing in his life he wouldn’t give up for the next hit.

“Yeah?” Toren pushed Andrew’s hair back and kissed his temple.

He hummed his agreement and rested his head on the sheets. Toren followed suit and they stared at each other in silence for at least until Andrew’s heartbeat returned to normal.

“I should have been honest with you from the beginning,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” Toren agreed.

“I’ll be honest from here forward. If there is someplace to go. Forward. With you.” He could feel the heat in his cheeks, his shame over the lie, over his enjoyment of actively cheating on Dave, over his unbridled lust for the man in his bed.

“I think we can find somewhere to go,” Toren said with a soft smile, and all of the tension Andrew didn’t realize he’d been carrying left him in the blink of an eye. “Especially if somewhere to go leads me outside so I can smoke.”

Andrew laughed and pulled them both off the bed. They gathered their clothes, dressed, and then Toren followed him out into the back. He didn’t have a big yard, mostly just a concrete pad and a narrow strip of grass, but he did have a little table and two chairs out there.

“Get comfortable,” he said.

“More foreplay?” Toren teased, doing what he’d been told.

“Could be.” He patted Toren’s head. “I’m going to grab a beer. Do you want one?”

“Probably safer than vodka, so yes.”

Andrew detoured back into his bedroom to check his phone for a reply from Dave. There wasn’t one, which wasn’t entirely unexpected. He remembered, viscerally, what it had been like to break up with Dave the first time, and he was under no illusions it would be easier the second time around. He did, however, have a message from Finn.

Make good decisions, Andrew.

It might not sound like it at first, but he had.

Toren wasn’t just a good decision, he was the right one. It was coincidental he’d been the catalyst that helped Andrew realize how toxic Dave remained, but if not Toren, it would have been someone else. At least this way, the heartache of the breakup would be worth it.

He texted Finn back that he would do his best, then grabbed two beers from the fridge and joined Toren on the patio. Toren had a mouthful of smoke, and he blew it out the corner of his mouth in the opposite direction of Andrew’s chair.