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So Jed moved up again, took Remy’s lips with his, lowered his hips, and thrust, dragging his erection in a slow glide against Remy’s. The friction burned, but Remy was starting to leak already.

“Yes,” Remy said. “Just like that.” It only took another minute or two of kissing and rocking before Remy gasped, “Can I?” and Jed said, “Yes,” and felt Remy’s come pool between them.

Jed pushed himself up just enough to finish himself using his hand, kissing Remy hard the whole time, with Remy digging his fingers into Jed’s side like he was never going to let go.

They spent the last two days of the break in the house, never seeming to move more than a few feet away from each other. They did some food prep, worked out, and watched a movie or two on the couch, Remy resting on a pillow propped up on Jed’s thigh instead of over in his old spot. Jed hadn’t wanted to let Remy out of his sight the day Lily left, so that night, when he was ready to go to bed, he’d asked, “Sleep with me?” and Remy hadn’t slept in his own bed since.

And there was more sex, because Remy was so hungry for it, and at least for now, Jed felt that way, too. Each time they went to sleep or woke up, Jed thought maybe this would be the time Remy looked at him and wondered out loud what the hell he was thinking, being in Jed’s bed like that. And then when Remy kissed him instead, he hoped that maybe this would be the time he’d get to really take things slow and enjoy Remy bit by bit—to finally find out what would happen if he kissed down Remy’s thighs and marked up his gorgeous collarbone.

But once Jed met Remy’s kiss, it always turned hard and messy, with Remy pleading and trembling underneath him. It took so little to bring him to the brink.

They’d used their hands, and Remy had jerked off over him, and Jed had let Remy take him in his mouth again, after Remy had practically begged on the morning of their last day off. Jed hadn’t even gotten to touch him that time, except for weaving his fingers through Remy’s hair and stroking his cheek. Remy brought himself off while he sucked Jed, just like the first time, pulling Jed’s hips closer and stretching his lips to take more and bobbing up and down like he couldn’t get enough.

Jed didn’t think he’d ever get over how eager Remy was to do that.

After, they lay together in Jed’s bed, duvet tossed to the side and sheet twisted in Remy’s legs, catching their breaths.

“You don’t have to hold back so much,” Remy said after a while, rolling over on his side so he could look Jed in the eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if you, uh, went harder.”

“Have you done that much before?” Jed felt hot all over just thinking about it.

Remy’s blush came back. “Not much. But I want to try it. With you. I want to take more of you. I think I’d like knowing that you weren’t holding back.”

Jed had no words to answer that. He pulled Remy in by the neck and gave him another long, deep kiss.

“I was also wondering,” Remy said when they came up for air a few minutes later, “about, you know⁠—”

Jed tensed up, thinking he knew what might be coming, and waited for Remy to say more.

“Like, I know some people don’t like it.” Remy looked serious now.

“Like what, babe?” It slipped out without him thinking about it. It had a few times. Always when they were in bed, so far. Remy hadn’t used it yet, or any other word like it, but the little smile on Remy’s face told Jed he noticed.

“Some people don’t like anal.”

“Ah.” Jed rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

“Do you?”

Jed considered his answer. The few guys he’d been with more than once mostly hadn’t asked that of him. He had gathered, from his limited experience, that he was a lot to take. And he’d never felt like he wanted to be fucked, either.

He’d also gathered over the years that he wasn’t like most other guys when it came to what he wanted or needed from a physical relationship. He wondered how much it would change things when Remy figured that out. Whether he should risk telling Remy now, even if it meant Remy deciding he didn’t want Jed after all. But Remy was watching him with such patience in his eyes that the tightness in his chest eased.

“It’s not something I need,” he finally said, glancing over at Remy to see how that landed. “If you wanted me to fuck you, we could work up to that. I haven’t ever tried it the other way, but I guess I wouldn’t rule it out.”

It was the truth. Just maybe not as true as saying, as long as I can kiss you and hold you and make you look like you’re losing your mind, I don’t think I give a damn what we do.

“I don’t need to fuck you,” Remy said, reaching over and running his hand up Jed’s chest. “I have thought about, you know.”

He was blushing now, which was surprising because Remy hadn’t been shy in bed so far. He’d been downright bold, actually, which Jed liked. A lot.

“You’ve thought about me fucking you?” Jed asked when Remy showed no signs of continuing.

“Maybe?” Remy’s hand stilled. “I haven’t done anal much because it’s not always the best? But I might like it with you.”

Well, Jed hated that anyone had ever done something to Remy that hadn’t made him go out of his mind with pleasure. And he had no confidence whatsoever that he’d be any different.

“I think I’d be worried about messing up your skating.”