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come, baby. I wanna see it. Let it go.”
    Jesse froze, and then came with a wail, squeezing Shane’s cock and splattering his chest with release. “ O-oohh .”
    Shane watched in awe, trying to hold back himself. Then Jesse squeezed his cock one more time and it was too late. He lost it, in the heat of Jesse’s body, until he was trembling and still and slumped over just a little. Jesse sat up and ran a hand up Shane’s body until his arm curled around Shane’s neck and they were kissing. Their bodies were still connected. Shane didn’t want it to end.
    “It was better,” Jesse whispered between kisses.
    “Hmm?”
    “I’ve been imagining it for years, what it would be like between us if we were together again, for real. It was so much better.” Jesse’s voice sounded thick, like it was hard to push the words out.
    All Shane could do was nod because there really were no words.
    It was perfect.

.: Affirmation :.

    “Hmm…something’s not quite right yet. Play it one more time.”
    Shane nodded and replayed the chords that Jesse had asked for, picking at the strings of his acoustic guitar with the type of easy skill born from years of practice. They’d been lounging in the living room of his condo all afternoon, working on one of the tracks for their upcoming acoustic album, an array of snacks spread out on the coffee table between them. After several run-throughs, he knew the chords so well he could’ve probably played them in his sleep. So instead of focusing on the guitar, he watched Jesse’s face as Jesse watched him.  
    Jesse was on the couch across from him, his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. Much like when they were kids, he sat cross-legged with a notebook resting on his knee. As he listened, he chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip, his head cocked to the side, fingers toying idly with the pen he’d been using to take notes.
    The pose was so familiar Shane couldn’t help but grin. Sometimes he still had a hard time believing that Jesse had managed to fool him all those months they were on tour. Perception was a funny thing. He’d never expected to see Jesse again. Even though looking back now Shane could easily see all of the clues he’d somehow missed when he and Kayden first met—the mannerisms, that smile, the voice that to this day gave him chills—at the time he’d been so totally fucking oblivious. It almost made him wish he could go back and slap himself. How could he not have realized? In hindsight it seemed so very obvious.  
    Aside from Jesse and Kayden, no one else had ever stirred any real interest in him. That in itself should’ve been his biggest clue. But even despite the fact that Kayden’s true identity had come as such a shock during that concert back in Chicago, Shane was pretty sure on some deeper, basic level his heart had always known.  
      “Maybe we should repeat it a fourth time,” Jesse said when Shane finished playing. He set his notebook aside and reached for his own guitar. “And then maybe if we switch up the bridge a little bit…”
    Shane’s grin widened as Jesse strummed a few chords and then paused to scribble something in his notebook, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Sometimes there were these little moments that took him back to when they were kids and spent countless hours locked away in Jesse’s room, just talking and playing and listening to music. Shane could almost see a teenage Jesse in his head, doing that same exact thing and wearing that same exact expression, except with his glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. Now that Jesse looked so different, the memory was kind of bittersweet.  
    Jesse wasn’t wearing his contacts, which these days he only used to change his eye color anyway. Instead of being sea green, his eyes were back to that gorgeous steel gray color Shane had always loved. His hair was still Kayden’s icy blond, and while Shane liked it, he did wonder how Jesse had put up