Life with Cade, imperfect as it was—that was the real deal, the eighty percent. Austin inferred the rustling of clothes, then the bathroom door closing after a flush. Gay sex He stepped into the room, catching the dim light from the window.His skin was flushed, glistening, muscles visibly pumping from his recent exertion. He wasn’t interested in a random hookup, a pale imitation of the singular intimacy he knew was coming.After cleaning up, he showered and finally settled into bed, the screen glow of his phone a small beacon in the dim room. “You want it?”Austin nodded, keeping his gaze steady. They had since the first time, in the dorms—half-drunk, half-dare, but the moment when they found the most honest expression of their friendship. But in the end he always returned home. “Told you I’d be worth the wait.” His Boston accent always seemed more pronounced during a hook up.Her response was immediate, a breathless laugh. Or my biceps.”Austin snorted, unbuttoning his fitted shirt. But Cade was just as relentlessly, unapologetically straight. His shuddering breath was filled by Cade’s fuck scent, and past that his beauty, the raw reality of his load.Cade watched, pupils a little blown, breathing picking up again. His broad, hairless chest heaved softly with each slowing breath—a raw, post-fuck
