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“You should have seen him,” Adam said. “He sucked my dick like it gave him life. He worshipped my cock, he fucking worshipped it. When he started sucking my balls, I was like, okay, that’s it, he’s coming home with me.” “He’s here?” Caleb asked, wide-eyed, looking past Adam and down the hallway. “He’s in my bed right now,” Adam said with a casual smirk. “He’s still asleep. I think I wore him out. Poor guy.” “Did Elijah ever catch up with Gabe?” Caleb asked. “Gabe who?” Adam asked, uncapping a bottle of water. “Gabe Bailey,” Caleb said. “The guy he’s in love with. The guy he talks about every single day. The guy he’s obsessed with. The guy he’s stalking. The guy-” “Oh, him,” Adam said. “Yeah, I have no idea.” “You went to the club together,” Caleb said. “We went our separate ways pretty early on,” Adam said, dropping onto the sofa with careless grace. “You mean, you took off to pick up guys and get laid,” Caleb said. “It’s what I was there for,” Adam said, flipping open the newspaper on the coffee table. “Did the Raiders win?” he asked, finding the sports section. “I hope he found Gabe,” Caleb said. “I’m sure he did.” “I’m sure he’s ass-up in Gabe’s bed right now, having the time of his life,” Adam said. “Shit, the fuckers won!” The doorbell rang. “Get that for me.” “Yes, master,” Caleb said, getting up and crossing the room. Checking the peephole, he said, …

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