The apartment door slams and I drop my head against the back of the couch and stare at the ceiling. Three days this time. Not a single call, text, anything.

I should have broken it off the first time I came home to find Anders in bed with someone else. Definitely should have broken it off the second time. After the third time, I'd thrown my work clothes in a pile, shoved a pillow over my head to muffle the sound of the man I loved fucking someone else on the other side of my wall, and started to wonder what my life had become.

"Nate?" Anders sticks his head around the corner. "There you are. I thought you might be out somewhere for once."

No. Just sitting here waiting for you to come home. As always. I shrug and don't bother looking up.

Anders drops beside me on the couch and crushes his lips against mine, grabbing the back of my head and winding his hands through my hair. The next thing I know, I'm flat on my back on the couch, Anders on top of me—the bulge in Anders' pants pressed against my leg; my own erection straining the zipper of my jeans.

"Don't be mad at me, Nate. I need you. You know I need you."

That's all it takes. That's all it ever takes. Anders' breath, hot and wet against my chest, golden hair and amber eyes melting around me, hands unfastening my pants and sliding under the waistband of my boxers, and those words, I need you, repeated against my skin as we move together.

I run my hands through Anders' hair before stripping off my own shirt and helping Anders out of his. Anders moves down my chest, biting and licking and stroking. Warm, wet mouth against a now erect nipple, hand sliding through the hair covering my chest and trailing down to my waistband. Anders slips my pants to my knees, and I obliged him by kicking them off as he frees my erection from the confines of my shorts.

A hot tongue swirls around the tip of my cock then darts into the slit and Anders returns my moan, throat vibrating against my length. He puts one hand on my hip then runs his tongue up and down my length; eyes fixed upward, playful pleasure on his face.

"Were you good while I was gone?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Anders."

Anders grinned before he envelops my cock in his hot, wet mouth and buries his face against my thigh. He remains there for a moment, cock throbbing against the back of his throat while he massages my sac with one hand and pins my hips to the couch with the other.

"Oh, hell." My voice comes out in a breathless rasp. "Please never stop doing that."

Anders moves his head faster, working the tip with his mouth as he uses his free hand to stroke the base. White hot pleasure surges through me and I scream Anders' name through my release, Anders sucking down every drop until I'm spent.

Anders pulls back and drops to his knees on the floor, eyes meeting mine as he glides his tongue across his lips.

I shake my head and pull Anders down for a kiss. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Anders grins at me, still lying on the couch with my boxers around my ankles. "Now. I'm starving. Let's go out."

I sit up and pull on my shorts then grab Anders and collapse back to the couch, Anders' head resting atop my shoulder. "Sit with me. I'm in the mood for takeout and a shitty movie. We can make out through the boring parts."

Anders snuggles into me for a moment then leans away and stands up, hand extended to help me from the couch. "Honestly, if it weren't for me you'd spend your whole life sitting around this apartment. One drink, maybe two. Then straight back upstairs and in bed by ten, I promise."

I sigh. Whenever Anders says 'two drinks,' it always turns into three, then four, then five, until I have to half–carry a drunken Anders up the stairs, dump him in his bed, and lay beside him until he passes out. Problem is, if I say no, Anders will go out anyway. And if Anders goes out alone, he'll either disappear for three more days or I'll get to spend another night listening to him fucking whomever he'd brought back upstairs. At least if we go out together, I might get a chance to spend the night pressed up against him in the dark.

I smiled up at Anders as I pulled on my pants. "For you, Anders . . . the world. And a few drinks, I suppose."