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He left the apartment and the month's rent. The last thing he said to Johnny was a text one his weekend with Alice saying, 'Give her a hug for me.' After that? Radio silence. Wylie was crowded. He was feeling the pressures of what he'd have to live up to with a boyfriend who wanted to be serious - who could see something like falling in their future. There was a daughter to consider. There was hearts. There was everything that came with it. Wylie wasn't willing to put them through it. 

Three weeks went by. He traveled with just a backpack of stuff. He'd left anything too big to carry on his bike in storage. He'd have to come back to town to get it, but he figured if he waited long enough, he could sneak into town and leave before anything could go wrong. But over those three weeks while he was out losing himself on the road, he was finding himself just as much. 

If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to tell you how he ended up back at the apartment building that housed Johnny's place. It had been raining, the leather jacket he wore not enough to shield him from the elements. As he stood outside his door, eyes fixated on the number beside it while he blanked out. Why he was there, he'd never be able to answer. He should have kept going. He should have left it all behind. But now he was standing there, dripping wet and soaked through, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He knocked, not caring that it was easily past midnight.

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It did gain another whimper, and another. In fact, Wylie wrapped an arm around Johnny's shoulders, fingers digging into flesh, his other hand busy with his cock while he cried out, his voice strangled. "Jona," he pleaded with him. He didn't want him to go fast or slower or really do anything other than what he was doing. "I'm sorry," he whispered, brow furrowed.

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"I know," Johnny murmured before catching Wylie's lips in a deep kiss, tongue pulsing in the same rhythm of his hips. All that mattered now was that Wylie was back, and that somehow they could get their relationship back on track. Johnny couldn't even put into words just how much he wanted to salvage what they had. He moved his hands to hitch Wylie's legs up a little higher and let out a low groan as he continued to drive deep into his lover. "I don't know how much longer I can... Are you nearly..."

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Wylie kissed him just as fiercely. He moved his hand faster over his own cock, holding pace with Johnny. Once he heard his lover give in, admitting he couldn't hold back, he gasped and nuzzled against his neck. "Almost..." he whined, biting down on Johnny's shoulder and rocking his hips both against the invading cock in his ass and his own hand.

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Johnny tried to stop his climax from coming, keeping it at bay as long as he could once he knew Wylie wasn't quite there yet. He picked up the pace a little more, still aiming for the sweet spot inside Wylie. It wasn't fair, he hadn't wanted to climax so soon, but there was only so much he could take. Being deprived of his lover even for three weeks had him riled up and desperate to come. His fingers dug into the underside of Wylie's thigh as he gripped it tightly, and he let out a loud groan of his name as his hips bucked against Wylie's ass and he came hard with a trembled of his entire body. His head dropped against Wylie's, his breath shallow pants as he licked at his lips. "Shit..."

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Wylie arched against him and let out a strangled moaned, feeling Johnny grip his thigh as he started to loose it. He stiffened and Wylie felt himself start to go, suddenly feeling his orgasm take over. With a tight grip on his cock, he came, warmth spreading between their bodies and he let out a final groan. HIs free arm wrapped around his lover's shoulders, finally relaxing back against the bed, but still clinging to him.

This week can kiss my butt...

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Johnny shifted as much as he could in the tight hold Wylie had on him, easing out so that he could lie next to him and wrap his arm around his waist. He kissed Wylie's shoulder before resting his head against it. He was starting to feel the fog that had become his life lifting, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that things would pick right back up. They'd both need time. He brushed his hand against Wylie's hip, his eyes slipping closed for a moment as he took in the fact that he was no longer alone in bed again. And the fact that they had just made love. Maybe they couldn't pick right back up, but they were about to start something new.