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Justin had shifted on the couch and was now facing Wayne, finding support on the back of it. He doubted that Wayne knew how shaken he had been when on September 1st of their 6th Year. How he had searched him on the train that day and had hoped beyond all hopes that he'd turn up at the feast.

"We're not a couple." He told Wayne blushing a little. Damn, was he already halfway through his beer already? "We're friends." Their close friends knew about them having sex together, but was it really something he wanted to tell Wayne? He had a flash of the last time they'd have sex and he bit his lower lip.

How often had they fucked on that very couch, huh?

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