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work as he stood there staring at his friend with Tek’s flavor still on his tongue and his raging hard-on taking up any blood his brain would need. Jamie squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to block out the images of Tek’s naked body, struggling to find a little control.
    “Is she gone?”
    Jamie opened his eyes to find Tek in the same position, only now his head was turned slightly and he was staring at Jamie. “Uh… um… yeah, she’s gone,” Jamie stuttered. “She wants you to meet her at the bar.”
    And for the second time in a matter of minutes, Jamie found himself nearly knocked on his ass when Tek stood up and turned toward him. Tek’s thick cock was hard, straining out from his body. Jamie gripped the counter and locked his knees to keep himself upright as the images of him and Tek in the shower not so long ago assaulted him. Only this time in his mind’s eye, there was no blonde bimbo between them.
    As if Tek could read his mind, he opened the shower door. “We better not keep her waiting. Get your ass in here.”
    Jamie’s mouth fell open, and he could only stand there like an idiot and gawk.
    “You know how Carla gets if we keep her waiting,” Tek reminded him. “It’s not like we haven’t showered together before.”
    Jamie swallowed hard again and found his voice. “That was different,” he squeaked. But he pulled his T-shirt off, dropped it to the floor, and undid his belt. How could Tek be so calm after what had just happened between them, the new knowledge that was now out in the open? Maybe Tek was just better at hiding it than Jamie was. Jamie was a fucking mess; his shaking hands had a difficult time with button and zipper, and his legs trembled so hard he barely got his pants off without falling over.
    “Dammit, Jamie, would you get in here? I’m letting out all the heat.”
    Jamie knew exactly where all that heat was leaking to. Right between his fucking legs. His body flushed with arousal made all the more acute now, knowing Tek felt the same way. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jamie kept waiting to wake up from this dream, like he had every other time when he fantasized of him and Tek together. However, as Jamie stepped into the shower and closed the door, the heat and water and the hand Tek placed against Jamie’s chest right over his heart felt very, very real.
    “No way in hell am I going to wait six years like you did,” Tek murmured, leaned in, and pressed his lips against Jamie’s.
    Fuck! Shouldn’t they be talking about this—what it all meant and the fact that the two of them had been lying to each other for years. Only Jamie couldn’t seem to get his thoughts straight, not with Tek licking at his lips. Not with his strong hand pressed against Jamie’s flesh. Jamie did the only thing he could do. He opened his mouth and kissed Tek back.
    The hand on Jamie’s chest slid down to his hip, gripped him. Jamie stumbled forward, flailing for a second on the slick floor of the shower before he fell forward, pinned Tek’s body against the tile wall with his own. Jamie gasped, ending the kiss when their hard cocks and slick chests came in contact.
    “Jesus, Jamie,” Tek panted. “Do you know how long I have dreamed about this… wanted this?”
    Jamie shook his head. He had no idea. Never imagined that Tek had been dreaming, wanting the same things Jamie had for six long years. “So long” were the only words Jamie could force past his lips. The feeling of Tek’s body against his, the look of lust in Tek’s eyes short-circuited Jamie’s brain—fried it.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tek wrapped his arms around Jamie, buried his face in Jamie’s neck. “How could I have not known?”
    “Same reason I didn’t know. Too busy trying to hide it,” Jamie groaned, his hips rolling, needing… wanting… something.
    Tek’s head snapped up, and he met Jamie’s gaze intently. “No more lies, Jamie, and no more hiding from me.”
    “You too,” Jamie