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  “That’s right,” Mav told him as he did it again and then again. “Keep up, Duke. Come on. Want you right there with me when I shoot. When I fill you up with my come.”

  Duke’s eyes blazed. “Harder then,” he rasped, jerking his hips as Mav thrust into him. “Thought you were gonna fuck me, Mav. Do it right.”

  Mav had no words for a reply. Instead, he used his body to answer his lover’s challenge. With a snarl, he pulled out again and pushed forward, ramming his shaft into Duke’s body, filling him hard, pounding into the man he loved. A wordless shout was his reward. Duke gripped handfuls of the cover on either side of him and pressed up to meet him, giving himself completely, opening himself so Mav could fuck him as hard and as long as he wanted to. As he needed to.

  God, feels incredible! So hot, so tight! Mav felt like the top of his head might explode. He’d never made love like this. Never felt so free to let go and give in to his own emotions, his own needs. But something told him that Duke could take it. He was no frail, waifish girl that had to be handled with care. The body under Mav’s was as muscular and strong as his own. Duke could take all his pent-up emotions, his lust, his desperation to come deep and hard. More than that, he wanted to take them. Mav could tell by the way he bucked his hips, daring Mav wordlessly to fuck him harder, to take him higher. It was like they were fighting toward orgasm and the trip was made a hundred times better because they were together.

  Mav felt the pressure building in his balls and knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. It simply felt too good—the tight grip of Duke’s body around his shaft along with the knowledge that it was his best friend that he was fucking was too much. He fisted Duke’s now completely hard and throbbing shaft faster, wanting to take his lover with him when he went over the edge.

  “Duke,” he gasped. “Gonna…can’t hold out. Have to…”

  “Me too. God, Mav. Do it. Fill me up.”

  It was like Duke’s words snapped something inside him. Mav groaned as the orgasm took him, building in a rush from the base of his balls and erupting from the tip of his cock. As he came, he felt Duke’s shaft pulse in his fist and the warm wetness of Duke’s come on his fingers.

  “Yes!” he moaned in Duke’s ear. “God, yes. Come with me, Duke. Want you to. Love you so much…”

  “Love you too.” But Duke’s voice was low and strained and when Mav looked in his lover’s eyes, he saw pain as deep and wide as the ocean haunting his lover’s face.

  “Duke, man, what is it?” he murmured, coming down from his high with a thump. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, I just…” Duke shook his head and pushed at Mav’s chest.

  Mav took the silent hint and pulled back, withdrawing reluctantly from his friend’s body. “Is everything okay?” he asked when they were lying side by side in the bed.

  “Fine.” Duke nodded stiffly. “I just…I have to go.”

  “Go? Wait a minute. What are you talking about? You can’t go yet. We just—”

  “I know what we just did and we shouldn’t have done it. That’s why I have to go.” Duke was already up and struggling into his clothes. Mav watched him with concern. What was wrong with his friend? Why hadn’t the incredible sex they’d just had made everything better?

  “Where are you going?” he demanded, as Duke pulled his shirt over his head and buttoned his shorts.

  “I dunno.” Duke shrugged dejectedly. “Back to Evan and Ethan’s place I guess. I just…I need to go now. Okay?”

  “Okay, I guess.” Mav sat up and reached for his own shirt now. It occurred to him that Duke wasn’t just talking about leaving just for the night. He was about to walk out of Mav’s life forever if Mav didn’t do something. He still doesn’t believe me. He thinks I only said what I said because we were in the middle of fucking. How could he make his best friend and lover believe him? How could he make him understand that Mav wanted to be with him forever? “Duke, wait.” He reached up and grabbed Duke’s hand but Duke shook him off.

  “I really need to go, Mav. This is already messing with my head. I hope…hope you have a great time in Tallahassee.” Duke’s voice nearly broke on the last word and Mav felt his heart thump painfully in his chest.

  “Duke, please. I meant what I said.”

  “When?” Duke’s eyes flashed. “When you were saying you loved me just now or a week ago when you told Enslow that what we did didn’t mean anything to you?”

  “Duke, man…” Mav was out of words. He’d hurt Duke too badly, he realized with a sick feeling in his stomach. There was no way Duke was going to believe he really wanted them to be together unless he could take away that pain and make him see that Mav was for real. But how could he do that? Suddenly he had an idea. “Duke,” he said, standing and reaching for his jeans. “Look, at least tell me you’ll be at the end-of-the-year team party tonight. At least promise me that.”

  Duke looked surprised. “You’re going to that? I figured you’d avoid it like the plague after Enslow found out about the pictures. I had them taken down, by the way.”

  “I know,” Mav said quietly. “Evan told me. You didn’t have to do that, you know. Where did you get the money to do it?”

  “I borrowed some here and there.” Duke shrugged. “I didn’t want you to have to deal with it—the whole having-our-pictures-on-a-gay-website thing. Thought it would be better to just try and forget it ever happened.” He frowned at Mav. “But you know there’s no way Enslow has forgotten. You go to that party tonight and he’s gonna light into you for sure.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Mav murmured. “But I don’t care. The only thing that matters to me is that you come with me. Will you?”

  Duke sighed. “Well, yeah, if you really want me to. I guess it would be a shame to pass on our last end-of-the-year team party, especially since I’m the captain and you’re the goalie.”

  Mav grinned. “True. How can we brag to the lowerclassmen about our amazing victory if we’re not there?”

  “As long as you’re prepared to talk about more than the championship.” Duke looked at him seriously. “I really can’t take another scene like that one in the drugstore the other night with Enslow though, Mav. I’m not ashamed of what we did even if you are.”

  “I’m sorry about that.” Mav shook his head. “More sorry than I can say, Duke. But just…promise you’ll come with me tonight and I’ll try to make it up to you.”

  “Okay.” Duke nodded. “Let me go grab a shower and I’ll meet you back here at eight. Then we can go together. Is that good?”

  “More than good.” Mav had the urge to pull him close and kiss him again but he had a feeling that Duke wasn’t up for that right now. If he wanted to kiss his best friend and lover again he would have to earn the privilege by healing the hurt he’d caused Duke. He just hoped he was up to the task.

  Chapter Seven

  “Okay, you ready to do this?” Mav looked at his friend, watching Duke carefully to see what kind of mood he was in. Ever since leaving campus Duke had been quiet and withdrawn, making Mav worry that he would change his mind about going to the party at the last second.

  “Yeah, I guess.” Duke sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Might as well get it over with.”

  “Get it over with? What are you talking about? We’re gonna have a blast. Why else would they pick the Bull Pen to host it? You know what a wild place this is.” Mav gestured to the college sports bar they were standing outside of. Strings of chili pepper lights in green and gold, the official USF colors, crisscrossed the ceiling and from the sounds floating out into the warm Florida night, the party was already well underway.

  “Yeah, it’s wild all right.” Duke sounded completely unenthusiastic. “And it’s gonna get a whole lot wilder once Enslow tells the rest of the team what he saw on the Str8te Boys site—if he hasn’t already.”

  “Aw, most of the guys on the team know Enslow’s full of it,” Mav said with more bravado than he felt. “Don’t sweat it, man. Let’s just go try to have f