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Embarrassment heated Liam’s cheeks at being so openly caught gawking, but the desire was back in Rory’s gaze. They looked into each other’s eyes as they neared their peak, and Liam had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning as lust roared through his veins.
    “Try this,” Rory said in a husky voice. He began to twist his wrist as he went from base to tip, his eyes almost shutting in pleasure. “So fucking good.”
    Liam tried it and let out a low growl.
    It did feel so fucking good.
    All too soon the soft burn began in the base of his spine, a signal that his orgasm was approaching. Biting the inside of his cheek, he pulled his hand away, not wanting Rory to see him spurt all over the place. His dick weaved and bobbed as his pelvic muscles contracted at the sight of his friend’s balls drawing up tight.
    “Don’t stop,” Rory said in a deep, commanding voice. “I want to see you come.”
    A streak of defiance went through Liam. They’d always been competitive, and old habits died hard. “No, you come first.”
    Rory gave him a savage grin. “No way.”
    With his own orgasm hovering on the brink, Liam was desperate with the need to come. Not giving himself time to think, to even consider what he was doing, he moved nearer to Rory so that their knees were touching. Their pricks were close enough that their knuckles occasionally brushed as they jerked off. His friend stiffened, and his breath came out in a harsh gasp. Once again their gazes locked, and each man tried to stare down the other.
    Liam fucked his fist, wanting to come so bad. “Together.”
    It wasn’t a question but rather a command. Rory briefly snarled at him, then nodded. He scooted closer to Liam and threw his leg over Liam’s hip. Their balls brushed, and Liam almost went blind with pleasure. Each man hunched forward, and their knuckles dragged against each other’s cocks.
    “Gonna come,” Rory whispered and closed his eyes, his back arching and his hand moving in a blur.
    Liam let go and roared as the first stream of seed pulsed from his dick, shooting against Rory’s chest. It looked so fucking good there, and the sight triggered another blast and then another, each intense enough to make him grunt and strain.
    With a low moan, Rory came, rubbing his thumb over the mushroom cap of his dick, smearing the creamy seed as it gently pulsed out of his cock.
    The last shudder of his orgasm spun through him like a shot of good whiskey, and Liam groaned. Embarrassment filled the void left by his fleeting pleasure. Feeling like a pervert and incredibly ashamed, Liam stood and jerked his shorts up. Rory sat up as well and looked at his chest where Liam’s seed dripped down over his smooth muscles.
    Humiliation and guilt soured Liam’s stomach, flooding him with a terrible despair. He moved off the couch and quickly shoved his still-erect dick back into his shorts. “I’m not a faggot.”
    Rory stared at him. “I never said you were.”
    Shaking, his stomach clenching like he had to puke, Liam started for the front door. Rory stood from the couch, tucking his prick away. “Where are you going?”
    “I can’t fucking be here. That was wrong. This is wrong.”
    “Wait, just hold on—”
    Before his friend finished his sentence, Liam fled the apartment as fast as he could. He slammed the door behind him and sprinted down the hallway as if he could run away from what just happened. He didn’t think Rory tried to follow him, but that didn’t stop Liam from taking the steps two at a time once he reached the public stairwell leading to the roof. When he reached the rooftop access, he almost jerked the door off its hinges, wanting the clean air to scour his mind and lungs.
    So many negative emotions were spilling through his drunk head.
    No one was up at the terrace this ungodly time of night, so he had the large patio with its wrought-iron furniture, padded lounge chairs, and massive planters filled with flowers all to himself. Slumping