While he was out of work he quietly anchored their domestic life, shouldering the daily upkeep that Austin’s busy schedule often precluded. Gay porn “Oh, I believe it.” Jesus, she practically purred.Austin pictured it: Cade probably resting a hand on the top of the door frame—his V-shaped torso on full display, radiating potent jock energy. “If only thirst trap likes paid the rent.”Their conversation, their apartment—their lives—felt like a natural extension of the years in the dorm room they’d shared since freshman move-in day. “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. Life with Cade, imperfect as it was—that was the real deal, the eighty percent. The last twenty that Cade couldn’t or wouldn’t give, that was the compromise. Sometimes, when the apartment was quiet and the TV flickered blue shadows on the wall, he let himself imagine: what if Cade was the kind of guy who wanted him—not just mostly, but all the way? He was ready for a night in. A few hushed words. The rhythmic pounding fell away into heavy silence.
