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Hey, sexy. How was your day?
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Did you fall asleep on me? I don’t think we’ve missed a night of talking in two years.
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I guess your best friend is there again. Maybe tell me about him sometime.
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Tracker trailed through Zeus’ apartment being nosy as hell. Oddly, he had only been here twice. Not once had he seen beyond the living room. He gave himself a tour while Zeus closed up shop for the night. If he didn’t busy his brain, he might bolt. That kiss lingered in Tracker’s mind, and he couldn’t let that happen. He had shown up tonight with a realistic mindset. If he fell in love, Zeus would vanish. Their friendship would end, and Tracker would wither. The thought of sitting online all night for the rest of life, never being kissed again the way Zeus had kissed him, made him want to puke. He knew he would only have this one night. As Shadow had said, Zeus never touched the same person twice. So Tracker would take this as the pity it was and enjoy a moment with his friend. There was no reason they had to think about this night again. After all, Shadow had remained friends with Zeus. Tracker was a mature, intelligence-forward guy. Sex meant nothing.
Tracker touched his lips and spaced out, losing himself in his thoughts. Zeus’ kiss was nothing like Tracker expected. It had been so achingly sweet that Tracker’s throat swelled just thinking about it. Of course, Zeus had all the experience. Tracker’s insides froze.Zeus hadall the experience. There was no way he wouldn’t find Tracker lacking. He should leave. Tracker should run while he still had a chance. He didn’t want to humiliate himself, and he would.
Zeus’ arms encircled him from behind.
Tracker closed his eyes. He hadn’t heard Zeus coming. His mind went blank. All that penetrated his brain was the way Zeus felt pressed against his body. He kissed down the side of Tracker’sneck. Chill bumps skirted down his body. His breathing turned shaky.
Zeus's hand slid beneath Tracker’s shirt as he sucked a spot right above Tracker’s turtleneck.
Tracker forgot to worry about how he looked. Everything vanished from his mind. Zeus didn’t speak. He simply wove a spell. Tracker’s feet left the floor. He got his first clear view of Zeus’ gorgeous light gray eyes. There was a softness to him Tracker hadn’t seen before. Tracker was too mesmerized to think clearly. This was the time to say no. Tracker’s lips couldn’t form that word. He wanted this too badly. His skin itched with the need to be touched. He knew Zeus wouldn’t let him down.
When Zeus set him on the bed, Tracker settled in to watch as Zeus stripped. Wow. Every inch of him was a fantasy. This wasn’t personal. Tracker refused to think about Zeus’s confessions on the dance floor. They were likely heat of the moment. Zeus was programmed to say whatever necessary to get a target into bed. Tracker wasn’t insulted. If Zeus didn’t take this seriously, then there was less of a chance Tracker would lose a friend at the end.
“Do you trust me enough to let me have your clothes?”
Tracker nodded. His voice still didn’t want to work. He moved with Zeus, making it easy for Zeus to undress him. No one could be more surprised than him by the way he didn’t hide. No fear or shame roared to the surface. The way Zeus eyed him like he wasthe sexiest man alive fucked with Tracker’s mind. He felt sexy. That had never happened to him before.
When Zeus’ nude body came to rest against him, Tracker gasped. Zeus felt so hot. Real. Zeus kissed him. Their fingers linked as their tongues played. Reality wormed its way into Tracker’s heart. This was his best friend. Zeus knew him better than anyone, and Tracker knew Zeus. Sex changed nothing. Tracker already loved him. He wasn’t nervous at all.
Zeus ran his hand down Tracker’s body, as if savoring every inch. His kiss was slow and methodical. Zeus didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Meanwhile, Tracker thought he might fly into a million pieces. Then Zeus’ lips moved to Tracker’s neck. Tracker tilted his chin up to give Zeus better access while he fought for air. Zeus’ kisses moved lower. It got harder to breathe. By the time Zeus kissed his stomach, Tracker writhed like he was insane and had zero shame. Zeus knew how to drag out the torture. When Zeus stopped, Tracker’s head shot up. He stared down the line of his body. Tracker didn’t see the deep roadmap of abuse. All he saw was Zeus’ eerie light gray eyes holding his stare. As if Tracker watching him was what he waited for, Zeus held his stare as he licked Tracker root to tip. Tracker’s head hit the pillow. His hips lifted. A moan slipped from him as Zeus swallowed him. He couldn’t stop the sounds he continued to make.
Zeus stroked him. “Good boy. I want to hear how much you like having your dick in my mouth.” He went back to sucking, and Tracker’s eyes rolled back in his head.
In no time, Tracker teetered on the edge of a knife. His entire body wound up tighter and tighter like a spring. Any second, he would either survive the explosion or he wouldn’t. Relief was in sight. A cry rose in his throat. Then Zeus stopped and squeezed Tracker’s cock, cutting off his orgasm at the last second.
Tracker’s breath left him in awhoosh. He couldn’t draw another. Tracker feared for his sanity as Zeus kissed his way up Tracker’s body.
“Trust me.”
Tracker gasped for air, sounding like he had almost drowned. “Okay.” He didn’t recognize his own voice. Tracker sounded raspy and desperate, but even in his confusion and disappointment, he knew Zeus. Zeus wouldn’t let him down.
“Tell me what you want.”
Tracker was confused by the demand. “You.” He honestly didn’t know what Zeus wanted to hear.
Thankfully, Zeus didn’t laugh at his confusion. “How do you want me?”
Seriously, Tracker’s brain lagged in a way it never had before. “Um, sexually.” Even he heard how baffled he sounded.
Zeus obviously had the patience of a saint. “When you picture yourself being with me sexually, are you inside me, or am I inside you?”
Tracker blinked several times. This felt like a trick question. Was he trying to get Tracker to admit he had thought about him sexually? He didn’t know how to answer.
Without a word, Zeus rolled away.
Tracker panicked. “I’m sorry.”
