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What shocked him into stillness wasn’t the noises they made together, the sighs, the moans, the slick sound of his dick sliding into Denny’s hole… It wasn’t the sight of his arse cheeks hollowing as he thrust deep into Denny or Denny’s throat full of his shaft. It was the expression in his own eyes as he made love to Denny.

LOL, Tom is watching his own porno. Unique.

It wasn’t jealousy. Okay, it was, but… He didn’t resent Denny fucking men for money. To him it was a job. Tom got that. What he resented was that Denny could do that and not get emotionally involved, when every intimate second Tom had spent with him served to lose a little piece of his heart to Denny, one bit at a time. Tom couldn’t divorce his feelings.

Aaaw, Tom is a really decent character.

Tom didn’t want to think about Denny having sex with other guys.

LOL, finally. The sentence I've been looking for right now.

What was one more scene?


You keep saying that until you have a porn filmography 7 pages long.

“He… he’s not into men.” Except that didn’t ring true, not after what they’d shared that morning. That was just sex.

I love the impeccable logic.

Rubbing off sounded like a great way to start the day, as long as he could accomplish it without waking Denny.


Tom is hilarious. These two did more naughty stuff than any romance couple I've read about in the last 12 months, and just because this time there are no cameras he's shy about touching Denny?!?

“Grandma told me something once about jobs. Let’s see if I can remember it right.” He frowned. “A job you like, but the pay is dreadful? That’s a bad job. A job you don’t like, but the pay is great? That’s a bad job too. But a job you like, where the pay is great? Now that’s a good job.”

Wow, grandma must have been apprenticed to some of the greatest philosophers of our time.

Denny hadn’t been far from Tom’s thoughts ever since shooting that scene. In fact, in the days since then, Tom had thought of little else. He’d got into bed each night, closed his eyes, and Denny was right there, Tom’s tongue in his hole, Denny’s whimpers filling his ears.


Yeah, yeah. Straight guys. We love them.

What else am I going to do with my Sunday? Tidy the garden? Repaint the gnomes? Hell no.
He loathed the fucking gnomes. He’d have gotten rid of them years ago, but they’d been Deb’s, and she looked at them every time she visited.

This bit alone tells you all you need to know about Tom, LOL.

Denny hadn’t taken Tom to bed because he had the hots for him—he’d done it for cash—and Tom needed to hold onto that reality.


Even though we know that this is not technically true, I understand he sees it that way.