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“Are you going to keep me inside all weekend?” Owen murmured, pressing his hand against my cock, just enough to tease.
“I’d like to,” I said, eyes falling closed as he pushed the tip against my stomach with the heel of his hand. “But I’m not against going out.”
“To meet your friends?”
“Not ideally.” My mouth fell into a soft smile. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the two halves of my world to collide, just that I didn’t want Owen to judge me for them, and I didn’t want them to know who I’d been before. It was hard enough formeto reconcile the things I’d done with the man I’d become.
“What if I want to meet them?” he asked.
Slowly, I blinked my eyes open and brought Owen into focus. He looked serious enough, even with his eyes half closed and his lips half open like he was ready to fuck again.
“Why would you want to meet them?”
“Because I want to know who you are and I don’t think you’ll be honest with me.”
“I haven’t lied to you since you got here,” I said. I may have been speaking in half-truths, but that was for both our benefits, not because I was trying to hide anything from him.
Owen made a thoughtful noise as he curled his hand around my dick, then his own. The friction of his fingers and his shaft against my skin was heavenly, and I tipped my head back with a groan.
“Which one of your friends would tell me why you have a half-empty can of spray cheese in your fridge?” he asked, giving a lazy stroke from the base of our dicks to the tip.
“Flynn, probably.” I groaned. “All of them.”
“Will you tell me?”
Owen pointed our dicks toward the ceiling and spit on them before resuming his strokes. I would have answered him anything in the world if he asked on the upstroke.
“I wish you would ask me almost literally anything else.”
“Is that a no? Do I have to ask your friends?”
“Owen.” My hips rose off the floor and he balanced himself against my stomach with his free hand.
“You used to hate it,” he whispered. “You used to make fun of me for eating it.”
“That’s why I have it,” I said, covering my eyes with my hands. In the dark, we didn’t have a past and his touch was all I’d ever need again.
“Why, Archie?”
My breath caught in my throat at his use of my name, of my nickname. The one that used to only belong to him before he left it behind. I sat up, wrapping one hand around his shoulders to balance him as he slid back on my thighs from the change of angle. The move brought us face to face and his eyes were wide as mine, and I realized he hadn’t meant to call me that. He hadn’t meant to send us both back to that couch in his basement.
“Say it again,” I rasped.
His pupils dilated and when he licked his lips I could almost taste his tongue against my mouth.
“Why, Archie?”
“Because it reminds me of you,” I said. “Because when I am sad and when I’m lonely, and even when I’m happy and with my friends, I think about you. There’s not a day…not a fucking day, Owen—”
He cut me off with a kiss, smashing our mouths together to shut me up and picking up the pace with his hand. I curled my fingers around his wrist to stop him because it wasn’t fair that he’d asked the question and then tried to run from the answer. I tore my mouth away from his with a gasping breath.
“Every mistake I’ve ever made was every time I walked away from you,” I rushed out, and he slanted his mouth over mine again, tongue digging in deep like he was trying to dig out the rest of my confession before I could speak it.
I jerked my head to the side, chasing another breath, another moment of clarity. He kissed my cheekbone, my jaw, my eyelid, all in search of my mouth.
“I’ve loved you since before I knew what it meant to love a man, Owen. Before I even understood how strong my feelings for you were.”
He tried to kiss me again, but I evaded him. His fingers around our cocks were almost painfully tight, and he jacked us off like if he could make me come, I would shut up.
