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when it was out on Solley Road.” Levi seemed to be in another world. His voice gone rough with the tears Tracy pretended he hadn’t shed on his shoulder. His breath a whiskey-scented whisper along Tracy’s jawline. “You smell nice.”
    Oh fuck, the drink and the drugs and the man was smelling him. “You do too.”
    “Mmm,” he hummed deep in his throat, the sound doing nothing to alleviate the condition in Tracy’s pants. “Don’t want to be alone tonight.”
    Tracy didn’t know what to say. Or do. He turned to meet Levi’s mouth when his breath ghosted over his lips. Slow dancing to no music turned to soft kisses in the middle of Levi’s childhood home. This wasn’t happening. This so wasn’t happening.
    He ran his hands up Levi’s spine, one hand tangling in his hair to hold his head steady. Tracy felt his knees go weak as Levi’s tongue swept into his mouth. He caught it between his teeth and held him captured. Sucking him in deeper when he hissed. He tasted whiskey and tears and wanted to make it all go away.
    “Levi?” He didn’t know what he wanted to ask; he just didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding.
    “You want me. I can tell. I need it. I need to be with someone. Take me to bed.” Gold-tinged eyes stared into his. Pain and lust mingled there, taking away any reason Tracy might have had for saying no and walking away. He’d let Levi fuck him. Just Levi. If it made him feel better. Fuck, who was Tracy fooling? He’d fantasized about this since he was sixteen years old. Of kissing Levi Brody. Doing other things with Levi came later in his fantasies.
    Tracy didn’t answer. He captured Levi’s lips again and kissed him softly. Standing in the living room beneath the light from one lamp, slow dancing and making out with Levi Brody. God, he was so fucked. Levi’s breathy gasps and sweet little whimpers when Tracy touched a sensitive spot didn’t help any. He slid his hand down Levi’s back to grasp his ass, pulling him flush against him. He lost all pretense and groaned as Levi’s rock hard dick pressed against his.
    “Is this what you really want, Levi? Don’t play with me if this is the liquor talking.”
    Those golden eyes met his again. He licked swollen lips that promised heaven. “I want you to take me to bed. Want you to fuck me until I forget. It’s been so long, I can’t even remember the last man I was with. Want it. Need it. Has nothing to do with the liquor.”
    Tracy’s body clenched in need. God damn, Levi was a bottom. He was going to burn in hell for this. He knew it. “Which way?” But knowing this most likely was the drink talking didn’t matter anymore, not when he had his chance with Levi.
    Levi moved against him, pushing him with his body until they were sidestepping their way through the kitchen and into a short hallway. He noted a washer and dryer unit in the hall, and a bathroom on the other side of that, and then they were in what would have been the master bedroom back in the time these models were made. A shallow but wide room with a bay window at the end and a king size bed in the middle taking up most of the room.
    He spun Levi around and deposited him in the middle of the bed before climbing in on top of him. Soft teasing kisses became something else entirely. Levi held him close with one arm while Tracy devoured his mouth. Hips moved beneath him, arching into him as if Levi couldn’t wait to get his clothes off. Speaking of clothes, Tracy snagged the collar of Levi’s shirt and ripped it open.
    “You’re a big man. And strong. I like that.” Levi wrapped his legs around Tracy’s thighs and pulled him flush to his body. “What’s your name?”
    “Tracy,” he moved against him, grinding his dick into the denim-covered hardness. He didn’t care that Levi didn’t know his name. He’d remember him after tonight. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
    “Well, I’m here now. What’s taking you so long? Stuff is in the drawer.