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breathless when Mac finally pulled away to ask,  Was that a y es?
 Technically, it was a hell y eah.
Mac laughed, already taking Jez s hand and dragging him towards
the door.
Upstairs, they stumbled into Jez s room and locked the door behind
them. They  d learned their lesson about privacy the hard way.
Jez pinned Mac against the door, kissing him impatiently now. They
fumbled at each other s clothes, tugging up T-shirts, unbuttoning flies, and
kicking off their shoes. Mac pushed back against Jez, backing him towards
the bed as they discarded their T-shirts. Mac s skin was warm from
dancing, with a light sheen of sweat that helped Jez s hands glide over the
muscles of his back. Jez kissed down Mac s neck, breathing him in. They
stumbled towards the bed and then tripped and fell in a tangle, laughing
between kisses, landing with Mac sprawled on top.
Mac broke the kiss to peel Jez s remaining clothes off and then stood
to get his own jeans and underwear off. His ey es lit hungrily on Jez s hard
cock, which jerked in response as though asking for attention. Mac
grinned, crawling back over Jez to press tantalising kisses to his thighs and
hips, deliberately avoiding Jez s straining erection.
 Fucking tease. Jez put his hand on his cock and started to stroke.
 I ll do it my self if y ou won t.
Heat flared in Mac s dark ey es, and he licked his lips.  Yeah? His
voice was husky, and he stared at the movement of Jez s hand, entranced.
 You like that? Excitement curled at the base of Jez s spine as he
gripped tighter, thumbing over the sensitive head with each stroke.  Want
me to put on a show for y ou for old time s sake? Or may be we should
watch some porn? He grinned, breathless.
 Who needs porn when I can watch my real-life boy friend getting
himself off? Mac asked, his gaze still fixed on the slow, steady
movement of Jez s hand.
 You do it too.
Mac moved to straddle Jez s legs, his powerful thighs braced and his
thick cock rearing up. Mac wrapped his hand around his shaft, and Jez
watched as he jerked himself, slowly at first, then gradually increasing
the pace as his breathing grew shallow and ragged.
 So fucking sexy, Jez said.  I alway s loved watching y ou. Right
from the start, even when I shouldn t have been looking.
 Me too. I was afraid y ou d notice I was looking at y ou instead of
the porn. Mac paused for a moment. He dipped his fingers in his slit and
spread the shiny slick over the head of his cock before starting to stroke
himself again. Mac s balls were high and tight. Jez could feel his own
orgasm coiling in the pit of his belly, the tension building fast. Caught in a
feedback loop of arousal, the only sounds in the room were their
breathing and the wet slide of hands on cocks.
Mac was the first to come. He groaned, thighs tensing and abs
rippling as he shot his load all over Jez s cock and his moving hand. The
warm wetness slid between Jez s fingers as he carried on stroking himself
and the dirty -hot rightness of it sent him over the edge too, cry ing out as
pleasure ripped through him, leaving him cursing and jerking helplessly,
his cock pulsing and adding to the come that already covered him. Jez
closed his ey es, lost for a moment, until his heart stopped try ing to beat its
way out of his chest. His hand was still curled around his cock as it began
to soften and shrink.
A gentle finger traced through the sticky mess on Jez s belly. He
squirmed, ticklish, and opened his ey es to see Mac gazing down at him.
His ey es were soft now, full of emotion that made Jez s stomach flutter.
 Wow, Mac said, and his mouth curved in a small smile.
 Yeah.
 That was a million times hotter than any porn I ve ever watched.
 Same. Jez was still too fucked out to manage more than
monosy llables.
Mac laughed softly.  You re a mess. He reached for the tissues by
the bed, passed one to Jez for his hand, and cleaned their combined mess
off Jez s belly as best he could. Jez lay there and let him. He liked being
looked after.
 Wanna go back down to the party ? Mac asked.
The deep bass of the music was still vibrating through the floor. It
would probably go on for hours.
 Nope. I want y ou all to my self.
They got under the covers, still naked and a bit sticky, and curled up
in each other s arms to trade lazy kisses.
Jez was drifting on a cloud of bliss. Their impending separation was
a tiny niggle at the back of his mind, but it wouldn t be for long. And right
now, with Mac wrapped around him, it was hard to feel any thing other
than happy.
Jez was almost dozing when Mac said quietly,  Jez& I think I m in
love with y ou.
Jez s heart surged, but he kept his tone light.  You think? How about
y ou get back to me when y ou re sure.
 Fuck off, Mac huffed.  I ve never felt like this before, so it s
confusing, okay ? But y eah, I m pretty sure.
Jez smiled against Mac s shoulder where his head was resting.
Normally a man of few words, it was adorable when Mac babbled. It
only happened when he was nervous.
 I wanted to tell y ou before we go home for the holiday s, Mac
continued.  So y ou know how into this I am. You don t have to say it
back& . I just wanted y ou to know, so 
 Mac. Jez finally cut him off, lifting his head so he could see Mac s
face.  I ve been in love with y ou for weeks, y ou idiot. I m glad we re
finally on the same page.
Mac s smile was radiant.  Me too.
Jez put his head back on Mac s chest, and they were silent for a
moment.
 So& , Jez began.  At New Year, if my mum wants to know how
we got from being friends to boy friends, what are we gonna tell her?
Mac snorted.  Oh God, will she ask?
 Probably. She s dead nosey.
 How about& we tell her I was struggling with a particularly hard
assignment one night, and y ou gave me a helping hand, and then one
thing led to another.
 Technically, I think the first time, I gave y ou a helping mouth. Jez
chuckled, then snuggled closer and closed his ey es.  But other than that,
it s the perfect cover story. Let s run with it.
About the Author
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two
children, and two cats. Jay comes from a family of writers, but she
alway s used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by.
She spent y ears only ever writing emails, articles, or website content.
One day, she decided to try and write a short story  just to see if she
could and found it rather addictive. She hasn t stopped writing since.
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