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Fuck, fuck,fuck. I can’t believe Dennis M nearly found us together. He’s sucha sneak, the man’s got the stealth of cougar. I thought Gary T wasgoing to stroke out. He was under those bedcovers like a dormousehiding from a ferret. Luckily, I managed to take Denni’s mind offthings by showing him my dick. The man’s wanted it a long time andhe got the Freeview version. Talk about distracting. 18 April2020

“Jory, comeon. Wake up. You’re scaring me.”

Jory blinked and theworld came into blurred focus. Damian’s green eyes stared at him,filled with anxiety then relief.

“There youare. Jesus, you fell back like a brick. Lucky the bed was here tocatch you.”

Damian’s warm fingersbrushed against Jory’s temple and he drew in a deep breath. Hismouth was dry and tasted bitter, and he made a face as he struggledto sit up.

“Blergh.Something died in my mouth. Can I get some water?”

Damian hand a glass tohim and he sat up and took a slurp of cool, fresh water. Then hetook another one and felt better. “Jesus, what happened? Did I havetoo much to drink or what?”

Damian’s expression wasclearer now and Jory saw concern etched on his face. “You don’tremember? You got a voice message from Roger and you had a panicattack. Then you passed out.”

The sense of dreadreturned with brute force as Jory remembered what Roger had said.His head swam and he lay back down against the pillow. “Oh yeah.The message.” His felt numb and sickened as the reality of thesituation hit him again. Luckily, or maybe not, he stayedconscious.

Damian pressed a coolcloth to Jory’s forehead and wiped it tenderly. “You threw up a bitbefore you hit the deck. I’ve cleaned you up best I could, but youmight want to brush your teeth when you feel better.”

Jory nodded. He feltdrained. “Noted. Breath stinks.” He sat up again and pulled thecovers over his lap, feeling vulnerable being like this in front ofDamian. “Thanks for taking care of me when I conkedout.”

Damian brushed a strandof hair from Jory’s face. “No worries.” He stood, and even thoughJory wasn’t quite himself, he still appreciated the firm curve ofDamian’s arse and the lean lines of his body as he walked to thebathroom.

“I’m going tohave a quick shower. Want to join me?” Damian quirked an eyebrow.“In case you feel like falling again.”

Jory nodded. “Yeah,sounds good. Give me a minute, yeah? I want to have a smokefirst.”

Damian smiledsoftly and disappeared into the cavernous bathroom suite. Jorystood and went out to the balcony to light up. As he smoked, heplayed over the news of Ramsay’s death. I’ll have to face it at some stage,he thought wearily. Call Roger back and see whathappened.

The thought of hisfriend’s death sent a shard of glass through his heart. He wasn’tsure he was ready to hear all the gory details.

God, I need ashower. A long, hot shower with Damian. That’ll relaxme.

He threw his cigarettebutt into the bin on the balcony, then walked to the bathroom. Thefirst thing he saw was Damian’s naked form in the large glassenclosure.

Honestly, it looked as ifthree or four people could fit in there. The showerhead ran acrossthe full length of the enclosure.

“Going tobrush my teeth first. Be there in a sec.” He gave his mouth someTLC, including a gargle, then slipped into the shower. Damian waswashing his hair and he peered at Jory from beneath a mound ofsoapy suds.

“Let me finishdoing mine, then I’ll wash your hair for you,” Damian promised.“It’ll make you feel better.”

Jory nodded and picked upthe soap, washing thoroughly, making sure to get all the intimatebits. When he finished, he stood with his head back, letting thehot water cascade over him.

Damian finished rinsinghis hair and leaned in to peck Jory on the lips. “Close your eyesand relax,” he whispered. Water drops speckled on Damian’seyelashes and cheeks, and he looked like a decadent fallen angelwith his brilliant emerald eyes, and his dark hair plastered to hisface.

Jory did as he was toldwhile Damian’s gentle hands lathered shampoo into his hair,massaging his scalp with every move. A sense of peace came overhim, along with the feeling he was truly cared for. It’d been along time since he’d felt this tranquillity. Even knowing realitywas ready to rear its head when he stepped out of the shower, herevelled in the fleeting sensations of someone touching him withsuch reverence.

He drifted off into aquiet, safe space, feeling Damian’s warm breath on his cheek, andthe occasional meeting of skin on skin. He was growing hard, as wasDamian from the feel of it, but neither of them seemed eager to domuch about it.

Finally, as Damian washedaway the suds from his hair, Jory opened his eyes. His boyfriendwas grinning at him with a softened expression.

“Where did yougo? I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

Jory reached up and drewa finger down Damian’s cheek. “I was relaxing. You make it soeasy.” He opened his mouth and lifted his face to the water,allowing it to fill his mouth. He swallowed the warm water thenpulled Damian in for a kiss. Damian opened his mouth and Jory letthe water he’d drunk mix between their joined mouths. His boyfrienddrank the fluid eagerly as Jory kept up the kiss, his tongueprobing the warm wetness of Damian’s mouth. When they drew apart,Damian looked dazed, his erection jutting out to brush Jory’s. Hegrasped their cocks, his strong strokes making them bothgroan.

Damian grabbed Jory’sarse cheeks, pulling him closer. “Keep going,” he said betweengritted teeth. “Don’t stop.”

Jory laid his foreheadagainst Damian’s, his gaze travelling down to where he wasfrantically fisting their cocks. “I don’t intend to do anything ofthe sort, mate,” he gasped as his climax built. “It feels toofucking good.”