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theirs,” Jonas tried, pulling Nicky closer.
    “No, but if this doesn’t work,” he gestured toward the shop,
    “then it’s my head on the chopping block.”
    “And that would be a pity. Now let’s go grab some lunch.” For a moment, Nicky intensely scrutinized Jonas, as if he wanted to determine Jonas’s true agenda, but he mellowed again.
    “Okay. On one condition.”
    Jonas nodded.
    Nicky moved closer to him and whispered in his ear. “I want you for lunch.”

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    Jonas didn’t need to be told twice. He called the car, and luckily their driver responded quickly. Nicky was all over him as soon as the partition between them and the driver closed, and Jonas couldn’t be happier to feel Nicky’s arousal. The drive would be a short one, and Jonas was glad of that too, until Nicky gave him a predatory look and sank down between Jonas’s legs to the floor of the vehicle, his hands hastily opening Jonas’s trousers. Before Jonas could react, Nicky’s mouth was all over his groin, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
    “Nick… Nicky, could you please wait for five minutes?” Nicky shook his head, smiling around Jonas’s substantial erection but not missing a beat. The deprivation Jonas had suffered the last weeks made the heat in him rise much faster than he wanted, but he seemed unable to push Nicky away, right up to when the limousine came to a carefully controlled stop in front of their house.
    “Let’s go inside,” Jonas croaked, pushing Nicky away and tucking himself into his fine dress pants before opening the door. He was happy that they’d agreed with their driver it was unnecessary to open the door for them, knowing how “hungry” Nicky got sometimes. This time was no different.
    They barely made it inside when Nicky attacked him again.
    Neither could wait long enough to make it up to the bedroom, but everywhere they went they encountered people, from the housekeeper to one of the cleaning ladies to Laurent, Nicky’s assistant who, to Jonas’s puzzlement, was rearranging furniture in the lounge downstairs. There was nowhere to hide, so they settled on the very public space of the hallway, hoping the rest of the household would make themselves scarce.
    “Wanted somewhere more private, but I guess this will do,” Nicky murmured in between devouring his lover’s mouth. He went right for the kill and unzipped Jonas’s trousers and sank to his knees.
    “God, I missed this.”
    Jonas sought and found a solid surface to lean against as he looked down at Nicky hungrily taking him in his mouth again. Ever since their first “date” when Nicky treated him to this for the first 184
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    time, Jonas had thoroughly enjoyed his lover’s extremely talented mouth, and these months of abstinence had only made him long for it more. As Nicky’s lips and tongue roamed all over his distended member, he was quickly losing his notorious cool.
    “Nicky, stop,” he croaked without too much conviction.
    “Nicky, you’ll make me come if—”
    Nicky let Jonas’s cock plop out of his mouth and looked up with his most innocent expression in his eyes. “Maybe I want you to come,” he teased.
    “You said you wanted me for lunch?”
    Nicky nodded. “Which means I need to ingest something nutritious,” he replied, delving in and hungrily sucking and licking the erection in front of him.
    Jonas thought about it for a split second and pulled away, leaning down to grab Nicky off the floor and into his arms.
    “Pervert.”
    Nicky giggled, but he didn’t put up much of a struggle when Jonas turned him around until he was leaning against the wall and started kissing his neck and brushing aside his shirt to lick his collar bone.
    “God, I need you to fuck me. Right now,” Nicky crooned as he started taking his clothes off right there in the hallway.
    Jonas certainly wanted to. He was hard and aroused, and since it’d been so long since they’d actually gone this far, he was eager enough to not mind the public space, but there was also a nagging doubt in the back of his mind. After all these weeks, what had made Nicky change his mind? Why hadn’t he been able to wait another week, since they were going to be retested then?
    “Did you bring condoms? Otherwise we’ll have to run upstairs….” Jonas stopped talking when Nicky’s face changed from pure, unadulterated lust to intense hurt. His lip started quivering, and then he turned around and ran up the stairs. For a