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one last effort, Jonas raised himself and held onto Nicky tightly while he continued to piston in and out of Nicky’s body at breakneck speed. He didn’t need to see what was happening. He’d made love to Nicky enough times to read the signs the designer’s body was sending out and knew he would indeed come again.
    “Fuck man, you did it again!” he heard Johnny call out, followed by a nervous giggle. Jonas opened his eyes as Nicky slipped out of his arms. Before he could focus fully, he felt a hand Façade
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    on him—it could only be Nicky—pulling off the condom and fisting him rapidly. He barely managed to stay upright as his orgasm hit him like a white light, Nicky’s arm supporting him. He panted hard, his eyes closed and his forehead against Nicky’s temple.
    It seemed to take forever for him to come down off his high, and if it wasn’t for Nicky, he’d have probably passed out. He only really came to his senses in the bathroom, feeling Nicky’s hands all over him again, cleaning him up. They quickly got dressed and were out of the door in no time, leaving Johnny behind, semi-conscious and with a near-permanent grin on his face.
    “Hey, you okay?” Nicky asked.
    The fresh air outside did Jonas the world of good. “You’d think it was me who’d come twice in a row,” he quipped, pulling Nicky into a tight hug.
    Just around the corner, they managed to stop a black cab to take them home.
    “Was pretty intense, hey?” Nicky stated as they settled into each other’s arms in the back of the cab.
    “Yeah, it was,” Jonas replied, still a little dazed. “And I think Johnny agreed.”
    “Oh, I’m sure he did,” Nicky answered.
    Jonas chuckled. “He hasn’t been able to get it up for the last ten years, Nicky. I don’t think we managed to get him off.” Nicky sat up and looked straight at Jonas. “You didn’t see it, you were behind me, but when you were fucking me, he had his hand down his pants and I’m pretty sure there was something going on there!” Suddenly Nicky seemed to remember something and he started looking through the pockets of his jacket. “Look,” he said, holding up a wad of cash. “Fuck, they’re fifty pound notes! We’re rich!”
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    “Nah, it’s you who made me horny.” Nicky snuggled closer, hooking one leg over Jonas’s thighs and rubbing his groin against his side.
    Jonas looked at the young man snuggling in his arms. “Did you take Viagra or something? You came twice and you’re still hard.”
    Nicky nuzzled Jonas’s neck. “Who needs Viagra when they have you? Now take me home, lover.”

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    THEY had fallen asleep, their limbs entangled after a long night of lovemaking, the continuation of what had started at Johnny’s house.
    Frankly, Jonas had been surprised by his own speed of recovery. He wasn’t eighteen anymore, after all. Not that Nicky wasn’t enough of a turn on, of course. In fact he was an incredibly sexual beast, open to anything and everything, insatiable and totally selfish at one moment, a completely slutty and incredibly giving man at any other time. Jonas thought he could easily get addicted to him but had no intention of succumbing. He was going to enjoy every moment of it as long as it lasted and when it was over, he’d walk away.
    Sound was slowly filtering through to him. He sensed he was spread-eagled on the bed on his back, and he was slightly cold because Nicky seemed to be gone. He didn’t want to open his eyes yet, knowing instinctively how little time he’d been asleep. The sounds coming from the room were curious, though. He vaguely heard Nicky’s voice, far away or whispering, he couldn’t quite tell.
    There was another voice too, higher pitched. It sounded like… a woman? Nicky had assured them they were alone in the loft, but there was a connecting door to Tanna’s apartment. Could the voice be Tanna?
    Jonas experimentally opened his eyes and felt around for a sheet to cover himself, knowing he was naked. When he didn’t find one right away, he rolled over and his gaze stopped on the occupants of the sitting area sofa. It was indeed Tanna in the room. She was sprawled out on the couch, hips near the edge of the seat, endless 94
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