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would ever make Jonas believe Eduardo wasn’t gay. Maybe she didn’t sleep over here at all; maybe it was all just a ruse. Jonas hadn’t bothered getting naked himself. It would all be over in a few minutes anyway, and then he’d be out the door as soon as his legs could carry him.
    The Spanish actor understood Jonas’s mood just as the American had expected. He was on his knees, arms braced against the back of the couch, cock rubbing over the worn out leather seat.
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    always been and he only needed to take his erection out of his pants to roll on the latex. He reveled in the fact that Eduardo still opened up to him like a flower to sunshine, and it took only a few quick strokes of a slippery finger to know Eduardo could take him without hurting too much. The younger man groaned when Jonas entered him in one long stroke.
    “Tell me you need this,” Jonas demanded.
    “Lo necesito, Jonas. ¡Lo necesito tanto!”
    “Tell me she can’t give you everything you need.”
    “No puede. Sabes que no puede y por eso te necesito a ti.”
    “Tell me how good this feels.”
    “Como si hubiera muerto e ido al cielo.” Jonas was desperate for his release, pistoning in and out of the younger man’s body with total disregard for his lover’s pleasure.
    Eduardo wasn’t a quiet lover either. His Spanish fire came out in groans and moans, and as Jonas pushed him down on the couch more, increasing the friction on the actor’s cock, the moans became whimpers and prayers.
    “Dios, Jonas. No pares. ¡Joder! Meteme toda la polla. Así. ¡No pares nunca, Dios!”
    When Eduardo’s climax came even before his own, Jonas was disgustingly happy and he thrust even harder into the tight, contracting sheath until he felt the rush overtake him.
    As he pulled out of Eduardo’s now-limp form and the dark Spaniard sagged down to the ground, Jonas realized his body might have found temporary release but his heart was still crying out. He ripped off the used condom and looked at with it with distaste before dropping it into the wastepaper basket next to the coffee table.
    Looking down at his ex-lover, he shook his head as if only just realizing how he’d used him. The understanding and compassion he found in Eduardo’s face was Jonas’s undoing. With a stifled sob he hastily tucked himself into his trousers and took one more look at Eduardo before rushing out of the apartment.

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    He ran all the way home and didn’t realize how exhausted he was until he collapsed against the smooth wall of his patio at the back of his house. Panting heavily, he dropped his face into his hands and found that he was crying.

    HAVING Scott and Ally over at his Madrid house was always nice.
    It had taken Jonas a few weeks of solitude to get over the turbulent Paris visit and what happened after that, but he had finally understood that life went on. Going back to work in New York with Christopher was the best way of proving that. He had joined the newspaper mogul at the wedding of his ex-wife with the sole purpose of getting caught. Not during sex on the balcony of course, but rather afterward, while they were straightening their clothes. The ex was sufficiently embarrassed without it turning into a scene, and Jonas was on a plane home the next day.
    Now they were sitting in Jonas’s garden, the leftovers of a scrumptious dinner on the table and enjoying a delicious Rioja. The presence of his friends relaxed Jonas, made him feel human. For a fleeting moment he thought that Nicky would fit right in. He’d joke with Ally about the sexual prowess of their men, and the innuendo would have them in stitches. They were laughing a lot now too, but it was always two against one. Nicky would certainly level the playing field.
    Jonas shook his head.
    “What no?” Ally asked, shaking Jonas out of his thoughts.
    “What was I answering to?” Jonas asked Ally, smiling at her widely.
    “Scott was betting you wouldn’t be sleeping in your own room tonight,” Ally said, her voice low and sultry. “I told him since we’d just arrived, you’d give us the first night to recuperate from the journey, get a good night’s sleep, because we know it will be the last good night’s sleep before we leave again.” Façade
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    “And then I said you’d been without for so long you’d probably be too randy to let us sleep down the corridor from you.” Jonas smiled at Scott