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little bit, Wes dipped a hand inside, fisting Jayce, jerking him off.
 Ugh, fuck. I m there. Jayce slammed into Wes, forcing him
into the wall separating the stalls, grinding on him. He cupped Wes
balls, squeezing, stroking.
 Shit. Wait. Wait. Wes pulled away and Jayce frowned at
him.
 What?
 Come here. Wes pulled Jayce closer then took both their
dicks in his hands.  Like this. He bumped Jayce s wet crown with
his, groaning at the sensation. Jayce cursed.
 Pull your foreskin forward, Wes told him.  Cover me.
Jayce s eyes widened, but he did it, pulling his foreskin over
Wes, covering his cock.
 Fuck.
Jayce grabbed him, taking his mouth, teeth clinking as they
came as if coordinated, seed mixing, fountaining, painting each other
with sticky cream.
 Goddamn! Jayce panted.  Where did you learn that shit?
 Take me back to your place, Agent Santana, Wes purred
into his chest,  And I just might tell you.
They finally made it back to Jayce s loft, playing grab ass and
kissy face all the way. Wes had never actually seen the inside of
Jayce s loft, but he figured with his cock throbbing like he hadn t shot
off less than a half hour before, that would have to wait till morning.
The elevator took forever, finally depositing them on the sixth
floor. One hand wrapped around Wes waist, Jayce fumbled in his
pocket while they kissed, chuckling into each other s mouth.
 Hmm, love you, Jayce whispered.
Wes barked a laugh.  You sound drunk.
 Do I?
 Jayce? Jayce, is that you?
The man in Wes arms turned into a stone statue at the demure
female voice. Wes looked over Jayce s shoulder at the tiny woman
standing in front Jayce s door, a small red suitcase at her side.
 Jayce.
 Casey, what are you doing here? Jayce disentangled himself
from Wes and approached the woman. Wes followed closely, eyes
narrowing to slits when Casey threw herself in Jayce s arms.
 I had to come. Casey s hair was flame red, gorgeous really.
She stepped away from Jayce and turned glittering green eyes on
Wes.  Who is this?
 Wes Dumont. Wes held out his hand.  Jayce s boyfriend.
And you? He smiled at her.
 Casey Wilson-Santana. She smiled back, a brilliant dazzle
of perfect white teeth.  Jayce s wife.
 Damn it, Casey! Jayce yanked her away.  What the hell do
you think you re doing?
Jayce was yelling, but really, Wes wasn t sure he heard
anything beyond the wife thing. He blinked and took a step forward,
slow motion. His gaze clashed with Jayce s and he knew from the
blank expression on his lover s face, what that tiny woman said was
true.
Wife.
Wife.
Jayce had a wife. Tucked away somewhere. She did look like
she could fit into someone s pocket, tiny thing.
But he was rambling. In his mind, shying away from the
obvious. He blinked a few times, bringing his wavering vision into
focus. And his hearing too, since he d apparently gone deaf.
Blind. Deaf and Dumb.
 You can t just walk away, Jayce. Casey was a whiner,
beauty queen looks notwithstanding.  We ve been through too
much.
 Just sign the fucking papers, Casey. Jayce turned away from
her, turned to Wes, and he took a step back.
 Wes. I can explain.
Wes took another step back then another, but Jayce kept
coming at him, dark eyes pleading. How fucked was it that Wes never
thought to be wary of him? Totally fucked. He turned away, intending
to make a dash for the elevator, but Jayce caught him.
A rough hand clasped around his wrist, the touch so familiar.
That burn so sweet. That simple touch popped the cap on the dam of
his emotions. The pain and anger boiled over, shaking his body,
rattling his teeth, and Wes hauled away from that touch.
Spinning around, he brought his right hand up, landing his
closed fist dead center. Jayce s nose. The sickening sound of bones
crunching didn t bring satisfaction.
 Don t touch me. His soft tone surprised the hell out of Wes.
 Deal with your wife.
Jayce s jaw worked.  Wes, don t.
 No, you don t. Wes stepped into the elevator and punched
the button for the ground floor.  Don t talk to me.
The elevator doors closed and Wes crumbled in a corner, fist
stifling his anguished cries.
****
Wes refused to take any of his calls and coward that he was,
Jayce found he wasn t brave enough to contact Ever directly. Through
Simon he learned that Ever was with Wes, glued to his side.
Two days. Two days since his life went to shit. He couldn t
believe Casey had the nerve to come all the way from Texas to
confront him about those damn divorce papers. He d given them to
her six months ago and she refused to sign, refused to believe he
didn t want to give what they had one more go.
What they had fizzled and died a long while ago. She knew
that, but she still held on and he hadn t pushed. Didn t have a reason
to, until now. Now he had a man he loved, a man he wanted to build a
future with, and he d shot any chance of that straight to hell.
Wes devastated eyes haunted him, refused to leave him alone.
He d called and called for the past two days, but his lover wasn t in
the answering mood, so he d have to go to him. Wes needed to hear
his explanation and damn it, he would.
He took the time, sat down with Casey and spelled out in
intimate detail why they wouldn t work. She d always been his fall
back plan when things turned rough. The pull of the familiar. After
ten years of the back and forth, their time was up. He knew she bided
her time, thinking maybe he d get over his attraction to men, always
there with a willing body if he felt so inclined.
He used her and she used him, but no more. He let her know
what he wanted, what he needed she couldn t provide. She wasn t
Wes, and that s who he needed. Who he wanted. Who he owed an
explanation and some major groveling.
It took a while and the patience of a fucking saint, but Casey
finally put pen to paper, signing the copy of the divorce papers he
held in front of her. He hustled her off to the airport after that, no way
was she sticking around to fuck things up even more.
He loved her, cared deeply, but Wes was his future and if she
couldn t respect that she had to go.
Now, he stood outside Wes door, freezing his nuts off,
strengthening his spine for the confrontation to come. Simon called
him, giving him a heads up that Ever had left Wes alone to go home
for a change of clothes. Jayce counted on Simon to stall his woman
while he fought to get his man back.
He knocked and waited, blowing into his hands to warm them
up. Took a minute, but Wes finally opened the door in pajamas, bags
under his eyes, his hair a mess. His lover s eyes grew wide on
recognition and he started to shut the door, but Jayce stopped it with
his foot.
 Wes, baby. Please, I want to explain.
 I don t want to hear it. He turned away.
Fuck!  I love you. Please, hear me out. The bitter cold wind
bit into his exposed nape and Jayce winced.  It s damn freezing out
here, babe.
Wes whirled around.  It s not that warm in here, either.
 I ll take my chances, Jayce begged.  Five minutes then I ll
leave.
 Fine. Wes stepped aside, closing the door behind him.  Five
minutes.
Jayce heaved a sigh of relief, the knot of tension between his
shoulder blades easing just a bit. Following Wes into the living room,
he took a seat on the couch and began.
 Casey and I have been together on and off since college. One
weekend we took a trip to Vegas, got smashed and hitched. Typical
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