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The two of them returned to the living room after the dishes had been cleaned, and sat on the couch. They had finished their first bottle of wine so Craig opened a new one.

“We dated for the next few weeks and, like you and Robert, we found we were very compatible.”

Jeremy took another sip of his wine. “He believes his work is helping people. I admire that he hasn’t lost his love for his job.” Craig watched as Jeremy’s brow furrowed and his lips pulled together in a tight line. He remained silent and thoughtful for a few moments. When he spoke, his comment did not match his troubled appearance. “He’s a good man.”

Craig leaned back on the couch, his heat sinking just a bit lower in his chest. “I’m happy for you. You deserve someone who loves you and appreciates all you give.”

Jeremy leaned back on the couch as well, still looking troubled. “Don’t be too happy for me. Things aren’t going well for us lately. We’ve got a lot of problems and I’m not sure they’ll go away. The problems are different than they are with you and Robert. We don’t want the same things anymore and for the past couple of years, I feel like I’ve been the one doing all of the bending. He doesn’t seem to understand that each time he pushes for what he wants, I have to chip away at myself, losing a piece of who I am, to give in to his needs at the expense of my own. He’s the reason we moved to midtown. I didn’t want to.”

Jeremy clenched his hands on his jeans and Craig reached over, taking Jeremy’s hands in his own. Jeremy relaxed and continued. “He’s wanted me to talk to you for the past couple of weeks about remodeling the condo, but I keep making excuses because he’ll be spending more money I can’t afford. It’s not the money specifically that is creating our problems, but it has been at the center of them. He wants things I don’t and I can’t see him compromising. In the end, he gets what he wants and I give in.”

Craig nodded. “I wondered why you hadn’t brought up the remodeling. I figured I would wait until you broached the topic.”

“The biggest problem is I don’t think he respects what I do.” Craig’s head snapped up to face Jeremy. His shock must have been evident because Jeremy simply nodded.

Craig allowed the information to sink in. As he did, a sense of protectiveness filled him. “You aren’t the kind of person who gives in without a fight. You never were.”

“I know. I’ve been remembering that ever since we reconnected at Boris’s party.

Things always happen for a reason. Maybe we’re both struggling to remember who we are since our partners are trying to convince us to be something different.”

Craig stood up and walked over to the stereo, ejecting the Squeeze CD and replacing it with Third Eye Blind. “Come here. Dance with me.”

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Jeremy glanced up and laughed. “What? Who’s the topic shifter now?”

“Shut up and dance with me.”

The smile never left Jeremy’s face as he got up and walked over to Craig, a little wobbly on his feet. “Whoa. I think I’m past tipsy.”

Craig smirked. “I’d hope so after we polished off a bottle and a half between the two of us.” Jeremy walked over to him and Craig took his hand, wrapping his other around Jeremy’s waist and beginning to dance to Bittersweet Symphony.

Jeremy circled his arms around Craig’s neck, leaning in and resting his head against his broad shoulder. Their bodies swayed together as the hypnotic sound of the music filled the room. ”Your cologne smells so good.”

Their contact sent a tingle up Craig’s spine. He linked his arms around Jeremy’s waist, and hugged him close. They swayed, grinding their hips together. The combination of contact with Jeremy, the wine, and his own desires caused Craig’s cock to fill out and lengthen, straining in his pants. He grabbed Jeremy’s waist tighter, pulling closer, allowing their shafts to create friction as they rubbed together.

Jeremy’s warm breath against his neck caused the hairs to prickle and stand on end.

Craig ran his fingers up and down Jeremy’s back in a gentle motion, brushing the muscles as they undulated under his shirt. He loved how Jeremy’s frame molded within his embrace, wanting to hold him forever if Jeremy would let him.

Jeremy lifted his head from Craig’s shoulder, his eyes glimmering in the dim lighting of the room, the amber seeming to flare as if a fire lit them from within. He parted his lips and Craig thought he might say something, but Jeremy closed his mouth over Craig’s brushing his tongue against Craig’s lips.

Craig opened to him and their mouths sealed together in a languid kiss. Jeremy ran his tongue along Craig’s teeth, slicking across the surface, a hint of red wine in his mouth. Time and motion seemed to slow as the two moved; hands exploring bodies, lips locked together, erections pressing against each other. Jeremy reached between their bodies and cupped his hand over Craig’s groin, rubbing gently along his hard length. Craig’s mouth pulled away at the contact, gasping for breath, shock and pleasure filling him. “Jeremy, we—”

His words cut off once again as Jeremy pressed their mouths together, this time gripping Craig’s hair and pulling them into an intense kiss.

Jeremy reached down and pulled Craig’s shirt free from the waist of his jeans and started removing it. The shirt caught around Craig’s pecs forcing Jeremy to pull out of the kiss. His eyes hazed with lust as he whispered one command. “Take off your shirt.”

He then lowered his head and took Craig’s nipple in his mouth, laving at the sensitive skin. Craig obeyed, pulling his shirt up and over his head and tossing it to the side.

They slowly moved together, sidling towards the couch, and fell onto the cushions in a heap. Jeremy grabbed at his cock, maintaining the connection of their mouths, the heat and intensity flaring. Craig’s blood rushed in his ears, causing a drumming sound with each heartbeat. He reached down and grabbed Jeremy’s ass, pulling him in, 130

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rotating his hips so their cocks pressed together through their pants, and ripping a gasp from Jeremy.

When Jeremy lifted his head, Craig thought he might bring their mistake to a screeching halt. Instead, Jeremy worked his way down Craig’s bare torso, nibbling at the taught nubs on each pectoral plane, tracing the contours of his abdomen, allowing his nose to trail down the center. Hot breath blew against the fuzz at his navel as Jeremy’s fingers gripped his belt, loosening the buckle and unbuttoning his jeans.

Before he could utter a word, Jeremy had slid his pants and boxer briefs over his butt, allowing Craig’s cock to spring up like a tower.

Craig lost his ability to breathe as Jeremy licked his lips, his gaze fixed on his prize.

With a gentle flick of tongue, Jeremy tickled the underside of Craig’s mast, just under the crown of his cock. The already glistening tip shone with the added moisture of saliva and left Craig helpless to do anything but throw his head back and enjoy.

The heat as Jeremy’s mouth closed over his head and worked its way down the shaft, caused his cock to pulse inside Jeremy’s mouth as a sheen of sweat broke out over his body. Craig lifted his head when he heard a zipper being opened, and watched Jeremy reach into his own pants to remove his penis, thick and straining, shimmering with wetness at the tip. Holy shit! He’s not wearing underwear. How hot is that?

The combination of Jeremy’s slick mouth, the glistening strings of precum hanging from the tip of Jeremy’s cock as he beat himself, and the fact Jeremy was the one giving him such pleasure, filled Craig with an emotion he had forgotten; one he hadn’t experienced in longer than he cared to remember—love. Somehow he could sense Jeremy’s only desire was to please him, and that he gained pleasure in the process.

Hot tears formed in Craig’s eyes and spilled down his temples as he let go of any lingering resistance. Whether the tears came from guilt about cheating or bliss from sharing a moment with the man he loved, the tears cleansed him. Once they began to flow, they wouldn’t stop…he didn’t want them to.

In a matter of minutes, his body tingled with agonizing ecstasy, each nerve sending electrical shockwaves through his body. Guttural moans reached his ears, but he had no idea whether they came from himself or from Jeremy. He didn’t care. When his testicles pulled up close to his body, his release moments away, he gripped Jeremy’s shoulder and forced a strained phrase out of his mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

The tension continued to build, blinding lights flashing behind his tightly closed lids, as his entire body began to shudder and tremble. His cock lurched inside Jeremy’s mouth, shooting jet after jet of hot cum down his throat. The waves of pleasure kept washing over him for what seemed like minutes; certainly far longer than he had experienced …ever!

When the frenzy dulled to a minor roar, Craig managed to lift his head and glance down at Jeremy, whose mouth remained clamped on his cock, milking the remaining sperm from his shaft, his hand coated with his own cum.

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After another minute, Jeremy released Craig’s cock from his mouth and worked his way back up his body, sealing their mouths together once again, the taste of his semen filling his mouth as their tongues tumbled against one another.

For quite some time, they lay together, panting, kissing, caressing, until Craig’s muscles stopped trembling from the exertion and excitement of their encounter. Slowly, he moved, nudging Jeremy and working himself into a sitting position.

Jeremy sat up as well, fumbling with his pants. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.”

Craig stared at him. “We shouldn’t have, but we did.”

They stared at each other, an uncomfortable silence falling between them, as Craig pulled up his pants. Jeremy’s voice was timid when he spoke. “We shouldn’t have—”

“I know. I know.” Craig shook his head, still trying to clear the lingering fuzziness.

Jeremy stood up. “Maybe we should call it a night.”

Craig began to protest, but stopped himself. “Okay. Can I at least call you a cab?”

Jeremy nodded and excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he returned, he seemed more composed. “Listen, neither of us planned for this to happen, but it did.

We can’t seem to control ourselves when we’re together.”

Craig nodded. “I know. But I want you Jeremy. I’m not going to hide it anymore.

Not after tonight. I’m not happy with Robert. You’re not happy with Andrew. Neither of us wants to cheat while in relationships. So what should we do?”

“I know what you’re suggesting, Craig. I’ve thought about it countless times over the past few weeks. For years after I moved I was devastated at having lost you. And now, here you are. I want you so bad it hurts when I’m not with you, but what we’re doing is wrong.”

Jeremy grabbed his jacket from the hook in the hallway. “I’m going to head out. We need to think about this. This affects more than just you and me. We both need to decide what the right thing to do is.” He walked toward the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow after I sleep this off.”

Craig nodded again. “Sure.” He opened the door for Jeremy and watched as he walked down the hall and disappeared down the stairs.

Closing the door, Craig pressed his back against it and let out a huge breath of air.

He wanted to run after Jeremy and tell him to come back. He wanted to kiss him again, and again, and again, but Jeremy had been right, cheating never solved problems. If something was going to happen between the two of them, they had to break things off with their boyfriends first.

He was with Robert and even though things were bad between the two of them, he wouldn’t become someone who started breaking his own moral code simply because it was easier. “It’s time. I need to tell Robert about this and break things off. Whether Jeremy and I have a future, Robert is definitely no longer going to be a part of mine.”

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knew what he needed to do…a piece of the Craig he had been while growing up returned to him.

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The next morning, Andrew woke up, his head pounding. A faint breeze brushed against the back of his neck. He rolled over to face Robert lying next to him, his arm draped over Andrew’s side.

All at once, the evening flooded back to him. The champagne, the massage…and the sex. Fuck. I can’t believe I cheated on Jeremy. I’m such an asshole.

He slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom closing the door quietly. Facing himself in the mirror, a sudden wave of nausea filled him. He rushed to the toilet and vomited acidic bile with a lingering taste of champagne. Brushing his teeth and splashing cold water over his face helped to revive him.

Gripping the counter, he stared at himself. I need to face him. It may be what I wanted, but it was still wrong.

He walked back into the bedroom to find Robert sitting up in bed. “You okay?”

Andrew ignored the question. “Why did you fuck me last night?”

A confused expression settled on Robert’s face. “Because you wanted me to.”

“I know I wanted you to, but I’m with Jeremy. You’re with Craig.”

“Come on. You’re not happy and neither am I. When you begged for me to fuck you, it wasn’t just about the sex. You want me. You know I’m better for you than that teacher-boyfriend of yours.”