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  What am I gonna do if he wins? Can’t let him win. Mav couldn’t say exactly why he felt so strongly about it, only that he did. Maybe because in the back of his mind, fucking another guy wasn’t nearly as bad as allowing another guy to fuck you. Fucking another guy was just getting your rocks off, shooting your load. But letting another guy fuck you, well, that was undeniably gay. And despite what they were currently doing, he wasn’t ready to call himself that. Hell, he might never be ready or willing to call himself that. So he sucked frantically and all the time concentrated on holding back, keeping his come in his cock where it belonged and out of Duke’s mouth. Still, the pleasurable ache in his balls was building and building with every passing second and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back.

  Apparently Duke was having the same problem and controlling it with considerably less success. Just as Mav was sure he couldn’t hold off for one more second, he felt the vibration as Duke groaned with his mouth still wrapped around Mav’s cock. And then his own mouth was filled with a salty, hot fluid that he understood after one dazed moment was his best friend’s come.

  Lapping hurriedly, trying to keep up, Mav swallowed as much as he could, sucking the spurting shaft that still pressed between his lips, prolonging the pleasure for Duke as long as he could. He could hear Duke moaning as he came and he reveled in the sensation of pushing his best friend so far, of making him come so hard.

  And then, finally, it was over. Duke pulled out from between Mav’s lips and drew away from his cock at the same time. They lay there, panting on the bed, and Mav felt like his balls were going to explode. Never in all the time he’d been dating had he wanted anyone as badly as he wanted his best friend. But now that the pressure in Duke’s balls had been relieved, he wondered if his best friend was up to making good on their dare.

  “Duke?” He spoke his friend’s name quietly and uncertainly, watching as Duke disengaged himself from the sixty-nine position and joined him at the head of the bed.

  Duke didn’t answer in words. The first thing he did was wrap his arms around Mav and pull him in close for a long, lingering kiss. It occurred to Mav that his friend was searching for traces of himself, wanting to taste his come in Mav’s mouth and he obligingly kissed Duke back, twining their tongues together for what felt like hours though it was probably only minutes. The long, sensual kiss only made his balls ache more and the shaft of his cock throb with need. God, how much longer could his friend keep him in suspense? But the suspense didn’t last forever.

  “Well…” Duke pulled back at last, breaking the kiss and looking Mav in the eye. “Looks like I lost the dare, Mav. I guess you’re gonna have to fuck me.”

  Chapter Five

  “Are you sure, man? I mean, if you want to change your mind…” Mav still felt like his cock was about to explode but this was a big step. If Duke decided he’d rather give him a handjob or just finish the blowjob to make Mav come, he’d understand. But his best friend was already shaking his head at the suggestion.

  “No way, Mav. You know I never welch on a bet or a dare. You won fair and square so I’m willing to take what’s coming to me. Or in me.” He gave Mav a smile as he made the joke but his words reminded Mav of something.

  “I, uh, I don’t think I have any condoms. Do you?”

  Duke frowned. “No, sorry. I guess I shoulda thought of that.”

  “Damn.” Mav frowned. “We, uh, better not do this without one.”

  “Probably not,” Duke agreed. Then he sighed and shook his head. “I don’t want to do it like this anyway.”

  “What?” Mav looked at him in confusion. “I thought you did want to do it. You were just saying you never welch on a bet.” He was surprised at how disappointed he was. He’d been all set to run to the store and grab a box of Trojans and get right back to collecting on their dare and now it looked like Duke was getting cold feet. Not that Mav blamed him but still, he’d just said he was still up for it.

  “No, you’re not gettin’ me.” Duke sat up in bed and ran a hand through his dark blond hair. “It’s not that I don’t want you to fuck me. I do.” He looked at Mav with an intensity that was almost scary. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside me for a long time, Mav.”

  “I…really?” Mav wasn’t sure how to take such an admission. Had Duke honestly been thinking about this, about letting Mav fuck him, for that long? Longer than the last few days in which their friendship had suddenly and inexplicably taken a sexual turn?

  “Really.” Duke nodded. “But not like this. Not as a bet or a dare or something we do after hitting the bars because we’re both so shitfaced we can’t see straight.” He turned to Mav, who was sitting up in bed as well now. “I want you to fuck me because you want to, Mav,” he said softly. “Because you love me.”

  Mav opened his mouth and closed it again. He had absolutely no idea what to say to this. No idea at all.

  “Do you, Mav?” Duke’s face was pale but set, as though he had to know the answer to the question. “Do you love me?”

  “I…of course I love you, man.” Mav laughed uneasily. “I mean, you’re my best friend.”

  “No.” Duke shook his head. “Not like that. Not the kind of love you have for your teammate or your friend. I’m talkin’ about romantic love—like spend-the-rest-of-your- life-together love.”

  “Well, what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?” Mav felt put on the defensive. “Want me to start sending you a dozen roses and a Hallmark card on Valentine’s Day or something?”

  Duke laughed. “Hell no. What would I do with a dozen roses? No, I don’t need you to start treating me like one of those cheerleaders you’re always dating.”

  “What do you need me to do then?” Mav asked, feeling exasperated.

  “Move in with me to start with.”

  “Move in with you? What are you talking about? We’re already roommates.” Now Mav knew his friend had lost it.

  “Not for much longer though,” Duke pointed out. “But I’m not talking about here—I’m talking about in Tallahassee. Remember I was sayin’ how nice it would be if we could room together there too? Well, I was kinda feeling you out about it then but actually I’ve already rented an apartment right by the campus there.”

  “You did?” Mav felt broadsided by the news that his best friend was already planning their life together.

  “Uh-huh.” Duke nodded. “And, uh, confession time. That was what I spent my half of our rent money on—not weed. I’m sorry I lied about it. I just…didn’t want you to be freaked if I told you too suddenly.”

  “But…what about Cornell?” Mav asked.

  Duke made a face. “Screw Cornell. I told you, none of that matters to me. What matters is staying together—keeping you in my life. And you should see the place I found us, Mav. I mean, it’s great. Huge living room, big kitchen, fireplace. And the rent is fifty less a month. The only thing is, there’s only one bedroom. But I figured since we already sleep together most of the time anyway…” He shrugged. “So tell me, what do you think?”

  He looked at Mav eagerly and a little uncertainly, an expression that seemed to go straight to Mav’s heart and squeeze it like a fist. Damn, was his best friend really serious? He wanted them to live together again, only this time as more than roommates? More than best friends? As lovers? He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Wasn’t sure at all.

  Duke seemed to take his silence for assent because he was already talking again. “Nobody knows us up there yet so we can start all over again. We don’t have to be dumb jocks—don’t have to worry about what people will say. We can be like Ethan and Evan.”

  “What—like the two gay Es? Like a…a couple?” Mav asked incredulously.

  “Sure.” Duke nodded at once. “If you want to.” He looked suddenly uncertain again. “I mean I wouldn’t have had the nerve to ask you, even after everything that’s been, uh, goin’ on with us lately. But you were the one that came up with the idea of doing sixty-nine. I figured if yo