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again that Nicky would be fucking him into a state of ecstasy.
    “You’re close, aren’t you?” Nicky asked, surprisingly lucid. “I can tell by the sounds you make. I know those sounds. Tell me you’re close.”
    “Come with me?” Jonas almost begged.
    “Touch yourself,” Nicky demanded, and almost automatically, Jonas’s hand reached for his already copiously leaking erection. He spread the precome around and started fisting himself in time with Nicky’s thrusts.
    “Oh yeah, like that…. You look so sexy, so sordid… touching yourself like that… while I’m fucking… you,” Nicky said in between thrusts, his voice dripping with need.
    Jonas felt his own groin move between getting maximum feeling from Nicky’s fucking to pushing into his own hand. This is what it must feel like to be the middle of the sandwich. As Nicky’s thrusts became more erratic, Jonas looked up one more time and felt his entire body prepare itself for his release. Before he could hold back, he cried out, his seed splattering all over the mirror and his own hand. Nicky wasn’t silent either as he delivered a few more powerful thrusts into Jonas’s tensed up body and then slumped down, hanging onto the older man. They were both panting hard, and Jonas turned in Nicky’s arms. “You okay?” 118
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    Nicky nodded. “We better get cleaned up, because I have another client coming in soon.”
    A little disappointed, Jonas nodded and extricated himself from Nicky’s embrace. They took the box of tissues off the small shelf and proceeded to wipe themselves and their surroundings clean of any evidence of their activities.
    Jonas knew how to dress quickly, so within no time, he was ready to leave the cubicle with Nicky.
    The young man pulled him closer one more time. “I’ll ask Tanna to pay you double for today. You did come out at such short notice.”
    Jonas felt stabbed in the heart. He was no more to Nicky than a hired hand. A paid fuck. Swell.
    It took all of his acting skills not to show his pain. He didn’t even enjoy the curious looks they got from the women of all ages and the few men who’d stayed at their stations during the audio show.
    Any plans for staying the night went out the window and Jonas kicked himself for expecting anything more than what he got today.
    He couldn’t get to the airport fast enough and longed for the solitude of his own house and bed. The evening commuter flight was a late one, though, and Jonas was stuck at the airport with not much more than a book and his own thoughts. It was no surprise that by the time his plane landed in Madrid, his attitude had changed. Anger had replaced the hurt, and instead of going straight home he let the cab driver drop him off a few blocks from his house, in front of an apartment building.
    Jonas knew where he wanted to go and despite the fact it was now quite late and dark out, he rang the doorbell incessantly. When no one answered right away, he started knocking, then banging on the door.
    When a man finally opened the door, Jonas walked past him into the hallway and waited for him to close the door behind them.

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    That’s when he pushed him to the wall and kissed him possessively.
    “She’s not here, is she?”
    He shook his head. “You know she does not live here.”
    “Okay, you get your way. But it’s sex and nothing more. Don’t come around and beg later, because I can’t give you anything more than this.”
    Eduardo nodded. “I know. Come here, mi amor.”

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    THEIR coupling had been rough and needy. After Jonas’s initial warning that it would only be sex and nothing more, no more words were exchanged. There was no need. After ten years they knew each other’s bodies so well that they easily took their cues off one another.
    As they moved into the sitting area of the small bohemian apartment, Jonas still admired the perfectly balanced body of his ex-lover and how well it had matured over the years. He knew they’d never make it to the bedroom, and Jonas was relieved by that. The bedroom was no doubt where she slept when she came over, and he didn’t care to catch her scent or any evidence of the presence of a woman in Eduardo’s life. All he wanted now was release: release from the tension in his stomach, release from his anger.
    Eduardo was quick to get out of his clothes, and Jonas was amused to see he was rock hard already. No amount of posing on a red carpet with his curvy Spanish fury