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closed, Nicky turned around and placed his arm around Jonas’s shoulder.
    “Why don’t you introduce Clay to me properly, because I believe I’m going to get to know him rather intimately.”
    “If this is what you want,” Jonas answered, like they’d rehearsed beforehand. “You said you wanted to meet him first, before deciding whether you wanted to go through with it.” Nicky pretended to check Clay out. “If everything you say about him is true—” he turned toward Jonas and let his finger ghost 210
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    along Jonas’s jaw, “—and you haven’t been exaggerating, I don’t see why I wouldn’t agree to the three of us becoming… better acquainted.” He turned away from Jonas toward Clay and started quite insolently pulling at the waistband of the taller man’s trousers.
    “So is it true what Jonas’s told me?”
    Clay was clearly on his guard. “That depends on what he’s told you.”
    “He tells me you’re not only huge, but that you know how to handle your equipment as well.”
    Clay swallowed, but quickly regained his self-assuredness.
    “That has been said about me, yes,” Clay replied.
    Jonas couldn’t see what Nicky was doing because Nicky was blocking his view, but he could see Clay’s face and he heard the taller man take a shuddering breath after straightening his back.
    “Nice,” Nicky remarked casually, and then the elevator pinged, announcing they had reached their destination. As they turned to walk out, Jonas saw Nicky withdraw his hand from Clay’s pants, and he stifled a chuckle. Nicky had certainly become a lot more confident in these past years, and Jonas couldn’t be happier with that.
    Once inside the penthouse, it didn’t take them long to get their bearings. The suite was large and airy with a sitting and a dining area, a bedroom with a luxurious bathroom to one side and large windows on the other.
    “Give me a minute to freshen up, boys, and when I get back I want you naked and ready,” Nicky instructed with a teasing smile on his face as he made his way to the right.
    Jonas gestured indicating that Clay should proceed into the bedroom.
    “Is he always this pushy?” Clay asked Jonas, unusually insecure.

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    “Wait until he has you right where he wants you,” Jonas said, smiling. “He’s used to giving orders. At least now he doesn’t throw a tantrum when you refuse.”
    “You’ve known him that long, then?” Clay asked as he was getting out of his clothes.
    Jonas nodded, stealing a look at Clay’s tall, lean physique and his flawless California tan. “I’ve seen the transition. You know what I mean? He used to be prissy like you said, but that’s all gone now.
    Doesn’t mean he isn’t one hell of a bottom.” Jonas had agreed with Nicky that they’d stay as close to the truth as possible. They’d just casually omit that Nicky wasn’t actually paying Jonas anymore and that they were each other’s significant other. Jonas’s eyes dropped to Clay’s groin, his attention drawn to the prominent erection freed from the confines of Clay’s clothes as Clay pulled his pants down.
    “You seem ready for action, just like he likes it.”
    “I’ve been hard since I saw him stare at me from the catwalk,” Clay admitted freely, unconsciously rubbing his hand over his six-pack abs.
    “Oh, yes, he does that to you, doesn’t he?” Jonas was about to move closer to Clay now that he was naked as well when Nicky walked confidently back into the bedroom.
    “I like it when you boys know how to follow orders,” he chuckled. “Now how shall we do this?” he mused. He didn’t wait for an answer. “Why don’t you two get started and let me watch for a bit? You’re obviously a lot more ready than I am.” His eyes dropped to their groins and then back up, a smirk hovering around his mouth.
    “No way,” Clay replied. “I came here for you. I can have him any time I want,” he added, casually gesturing at Jonas.
    Jonas raised an eyebrow at Nicky and then shrugged slightly.
    “He’s right, Nicky. Come here and we’ll have you begging for it in no time.”
    Nicky slowly strode over and moved to stand between them.
    “That’s a big promise there, Jonas.”

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    “One I’m sure we can make good on,” Clay answered as he pulled Nicky closer and let his hand travel down the younger man’s back to his ass.
    “You don’t waste any time, do you?” Nicky stated more than asked as he let himself be pulled