And… the faint, familiar scent of cleaning spray… and sweat… and protein powder. Not the whole package. Gay sex Even so, Austin could sense the grin forming on his face. “You want it?”Austin nodded, keeping his gaze steady. Austin tried to keep his heart from pounding hard, staring at the sliver of light from the hall falling through his slightly ajar door.Then, the slow pad of bare feet on the hardwood floor, coming directly to Austin’s room. Still on the job hunt, or are you just taking selfies of your abs again?”Cade was an all-purpose jock. While he was out of work he quietly anchored their domestic life, shouldering the daily upkeep that Austin’s busy schedule often precluded. Then murmurs deepened into groans, sharp intakes of breath, the unmistakable sounds of the bed pushing against the shared wall—bodies pressing, pushing.There was a reason he called Cade “the machine” in college, and that hadn’t changed. It was part of his M.O., part of why he was the machine.
