“Check it out! All the new reviews on Google are gone!”

Falcon wiped the paint off his hands and hurried to look over Blane’s shoulder at his laptop. Just like Blane said, the reviews looked like they’d been reset. He beamed. “Fucking awesome. What about the others?”

“Still up,” Blane admitted. “But I figured it wouldn’t be this fast. Some of them might not do it, some might want evidence. Some review sites say they’ll never delete reviews for any reason.”

“Seriously?” Falcon stared at Blane. “Never?”

“Yep. God knows how long it’ll take.”

Falcon wrapped his arms around Blane’s shoulders after checking himself for stray paint splatters. “That’s amazing, though,” he murmured. “Progress already.”

“Are you done for the day?”

Blane had been so patient with him that Falcon couldn’t resist. His work could wait until tomorrow. “Done,” Falcon promised. “Let me wash up.”

“Oooh, sexy.”

“Not the mineral spirits part,” Falcon laughed. “After the pre-cleanup, it could be. Or I could just clean up and then be ready for… anything.” He breathed the last word into Blane’s ear and nibbled his ear.

“Go,” Blane told him firmly.

Falcon snickered. “Bossy.” He pulled away and kissed Blane’s cheek, then strode for the bathroom with his container of brushes. They always got rinsed before he did, so he never neglected to take care of them.

Then it was time to scrub his own self, which involved a quick shower since he’d managed to get spirits in his hair while cleaning, and get his hands and arms as clean as he could.

He wrapped a dry towel around his waist when he was finished, pushing his hair into some kind of order, and spun in the mirror to check himself out.

Time to go catch my man.

But first, he had one thing to do. Falcon dug his phone out from the pockets of his jeans, then dropped everything in the laundry basket. He leaned on the counter and opened up a text message to Spencer.

If all those fake reviews don’t disappear by the end of the month, I’m taking it to the cops and letting Aunt Vera at you. Don’t come near me or him or anyone I know ever again. Goodbye.

He hit send with a sense of determination, wishing the button actually clicked.

The message delivered, he blocked Spencer’s number, then opened the bathroom door and sauntered out. He set his phone on the table as he passed, waiting until Blane looked up.

“Oh! Hello,” Blane grinned, setting the laptop aside right away.

“Hi.” Falcon sat sideways on Blane’s lap and draped his arms around Blane’s shoulders. “In the interests of not keeping secrets, I should tell you something.”

Blane frowned and pecked his lips. “What’s that?”

“I texted Spencer.” Blane’s eyes widened, but before he could answer, Falcon explained. “To tell him to get the other reviews taken down by the end of the month, or I’ll go to the cops. I mean, chances are they won’t do anything. Cyber-harassment isn’t their specialty. But I know him, and he wants to avoid trouble. It might count as fighting dirty, but so does he.”

“Look at you.” Blane slid his arms around Falcon’s waist and pulled him closer, pressing his lips in his damp hair. “I’m proud of you.”

“And I blocked his number. Let him text a black hole forever,” Falcon scoffed, rubbing his cheek against Blane’s shoulder.

“Well, I have a secret, too. It’s not a very well-kept one.” Blane walked his fingers up Falcon’s spine. “Seeing you half-dressed and clean makes me want to fix that.”

A shiver of agreement ran down Falcon’s spine. “I think you should show, not tell.” He grinned at Blane.

The ground fell away from him as Blane scooped him into his arms and picked him up to carry him to the bed.

Falcon laughed and kept his arms around Blane’s neck, even as his heart raced. “You can’t resist showing off, can you?”

“I told you I want to show you off forever.”

Falcon sank into the bed and beamed up at him. “You know how to flatter a guy.”

“I know how to do a lot to a guy,” Blane countered, tugging the towel away from his waist. “For example, unwrapping him like a present.”

“Well, you have too much packaging,” Falcon told him. “Don’t you know it’s bad for your environment?”

“My apologies,” Blane laughed and stripped his t-shirt off. “Better?”

Falcon rocked his hand from side to side in a so-so motion. “Getting there.”

“So demanding.”

Once Blane was naked, Falcon ran his hands slowly up his boyfriend’s chest, enjoying the smooth skin under his palms. “Much better.”

Blane’s forearms pressed against the bed on either side of his head as he swooped down to crush Falcon’s lips in kiss after kiss, stealing his breath.

Falcon melted and let him press their lips together, flicking his tongue out in answer to Blane’s. He dug his nails into Blane’s back and scratched lightly, then rolled his head back so Blane could kiss at his throat and lip his earlobes.

“I love having a boyfriend who knows the spots I like.”

Blane’s voice was warm and growly and close to his ear. “I love having a boyfriend who’s so damn fun to play with.”

Falcon bit back his whimper and raised his hands above his head. “You’ve got me. Play to your heart’s content.”

Blane licked a slow trail down the center of his body, straight for his dick. One broad hand closed around Falcon’s wrists while he kissed along the shaft.

The warm, wet suction against the outside of sensitive skin made Falcon squirm. The electric tingles of need were already building deep within him, and he wasn’t sure he had the patience for whatever the hell Blane had in mind.

Blane let go of him and wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking one and then the other up his shaft in a continuous motion that felt too fucking good. Falcon moaned, rolling his head back into the bed and digging his nails into the bedspread. “Fuck!”

“You like that,” Blane murmured, finally pausing his rhythm to lick the head of his now-throbbing hardness. Then he was sliding over smooth lips and onto Blane’s tongue, the suction building around his head and down his shaft.

“Fuck, yeah, I do.” Falcon swallowed and spread his legs, digging his heels into the bed.

Blane slowly pulled his head up, then pushed down again. He gradually sped up the rhythm, sucking Falcon’s cock like a pro, and Falcon loved every second.

Especially when Blane paused and guided Falcon’s hand to the back of his head.

“Oooh, yeah,” Falcon approved, pushing up into Blane’s mouth by arching his back, hips off the bed. He gently pushed the back of Blane’s head, even his fingers tingling at the silky texture of Blane’s hair between them.

After a minute of fucking those beautiful lips, Blane pulled his head away. “Not gonna let you come that fast.”

“Aw,” Falcon complained. “You’d better make up for it.”

When Blane knelt upright, it was very clear how he intended to. His cock was hard now, pointing toward Falcon. Huge, flushed, and stiff, it was everything Falcon wanted in that second. Anticipation burned through him, and even Blane’s slick fingers were nothing like what he wanted.

“You’re so beautiful when you can’t stop staring at my cock.” Blane’s voice was teasing, just enough to break through his reverie.

“Take the fucking compliment.”

Blane chuckled deeply, the tone making Falcon forget the fullness of Blane’s fingers inside him for a few moments. “Oh, I will. And anything else you wanna give me.”

“Mmm,” Falcon grinned. “Are you planning round two?”

“Can’t be too prepared.” Blane was rubbing his shaft now, and Falcon was sadly, achingly empty again.

For a very brief moment.

Blane never made him wait long before pushing into him, slow but steady. The extra lube made even the rounded head slide inside with ease.

“God, that’s good,” Falcon groaned as the burn made his toes curl, his fingertips tingling. His body was tight, so he took deep breaths to help Blane get every inch of that magnificence into him.

“I love how greedy you are for whatever you want,” Blane whispered, moaning when he was all the way inside. “Oh, and how you feel. And the way you look at me. And your moans…”

“You just love me,” Falcon beamed up at him. “Good thing I love you, too.”

Blane chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss against Falcon’s lips, his hand on Falcon’s thigh. “Yeah. Damn good thing. Lie still, you cheeky bastard.”

Falcon stopped squirming. “Fuck me, then,” he breathed against Blane’s lips, grinning as Blane’s eyes darkened with lust.

Blane didn’t waste a second getting into a rhythm. Slowly at first, then harder, he filled Falcon with every inch of him, Falcon’s nerves sparking with pleasure at every thrust.

Falcon was squirming again, but he couldn’t help himself; it felt too fucking good. His muscles twitched, stomach tight and fingers curled tightly as he rolled his head back. “Yes!”

Blane licked along his throat to his chin, then bent his head and sucked his nipple, his nails pressing into Falcon’s thigh to keep him in place as he sank deep into him and joined their bodies.

The ecstasy flooding Falcon redoubled with every brush of Blane’s skin against his, and every glimpse of the gorgeous, strong, compassionate man who had opened his heart to Falcon so quickly.

Whether he knows it or not, he’s the one. Falcon would wait until Blane was ready to hear it, but part of him suspected he knew it, too. There was no mistaking the way they couldn’t look away from each other when they made eye contact sometimes.

The future was for later, though. Right now, Falcon’s thoughts were hazy and his body demanded all his brainpower. The fast, hard, deep staccato rhythm of Blane pushing against and into him was pushing him along so fast he could barely see straight.

“I’m gonna—too fast,” Falcon gasped. He didn’t want it to end. “Blane, you’re gonna make me…”

“Come, baby,” Blane growled. “I want to make you so happy. We have all fucking night together.”

More than that, Falcon thought automatically. So long as they could remember what they’d already learned together, and they were willing to work for it, they had forever together.

He’d work his ass off to make Blane the happiest man alive, but just being here with him seemed to do the trick.

Falcon was pulsing already, shivering as the lightning-hot crackles of need danced along his skin at every point where he brushed Blane’s body.

The heat deep inside him couldn’t be stopped a moment longer. He gasped and groaned Blane’s name as he bucked against him and the world seemed to stop for a few precious seconds.

Hot and wet and sticky, he only started to come down before Blane was pushing erratically into him, his body slumping against Falcon’s as quiet grunts of pleasure slipped from his throat.

Falcon rubbed his hands along Blane’s back, his breath quickening as Blane left him wet and already aching for another round.

When Blane finally shifted off him to rest on his side, Falcon reached out to tangle his fingers lightly with his lover’s.

“I love you,” he whispered, tangling their legs together as they both caught their breath.

Blane’s smile was soft and meant for him alone. “I love you, too.”

Finally, it felt like he had the world within his grasp.