“Fuck that weed was strong,” Blake muttered.

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“Good though.” Preston’s eyes were only half focused, and he realized they’d both abandoned the video game they’d been in the middle of. Whoops.

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“Mm-hmm.” Blake’s voice was a little slow. Lazy. “Now I’m thirsty.”

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Preston turned to look at him. “Want another beer?”

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“Please.”

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Preston got up to go to the mini fridge, stumbling a little before righting himself. They weren’t quite drunk. Or high. But they were definitely on their way there.

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“I thought you were going out on a date with that guy tonight,” Blake called after him. “The one you had a couple of dates with recently. Tom or whatever his name was.”

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“Tim. And I wasn’t feeling it.”

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“Really? You sounded pretty into him.”

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Preston jerked in surprise. Had Blake overheard them the other night? Tim’s roommate was a dick about him being gay, so hooking up at his place out of the question. Preston had snuck him into the dorm room he shared with Blake. Blake didn’t give a shit, and they’d tried to be quiet as Preston gave Tim a blowjob under the covers. Tim had been gone when Blake woke up, so Preston had been sure he’d gotten away with it, but now he wondered.

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“Oh?” he asked, heart beating a little faster.

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“Yeah, I mean you sounded kinda gushy when you got back from the movies the other night.”

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“Oh.” Preston could breathe again. “Yeah, I mean, he’s cute and funny.”

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“So what’s wrong?”

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“I don’t know.” Preston turned to face his roommate and best friend. “I just can’t get that excited about him. Like, there’s nothing wrong with him, but he’s kind of … boring.”

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Preston couldn’t explain it. But whenever they made out or fooled around, Preston kept waiting for that electricity. That jolt of something that was supposed to be there. But no matter how many people Preston hooked up, it was never quite right.

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Girls, guys, didn’t matter. He fooled around with more guys these days, but that definitely wasn’t the problem. Preston always had the feeling he was holding his breath, waiting for something that never came. A guy would grab his wrists or something and he’d think “yes, this is it,” and then he’d let go and kiss Preston softly.

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Preston liked soft kisses too, but he wanted soft kisses and rough wrist grabs and … something he could never quite put his finger on. Whatever it was, no one had ever gotten close to giving it to him.

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“Hey, you okay?” Blake was suddenly behind him, his voice deep and concerned.

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“Hmm?” Preston turned to look at him. “Yeah, sorry, just got distracted.”

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“Well, beer me.”

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“Yes, sir,” Preston said with a laugh.

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“You say that a lot.” Blake grinned lazily at him, leaning back against his desk.

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His baggy athletic shorts hung low on his hips and his torso was bare. Preston was dressed similarly. They hardly ever bothered to put on more clothes because their room on the top floor of the dorm was always so warm.

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“You mind?” Preston asked.

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“Mind what?”

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Preston laughed. “Me calling you sir. I’m just playing around.”

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“Nah, I don’t mind. Not from you.” Blake’s voice was warm.

 

It sent a funny little jolt through Preston. He knew Blake was straight but damn, sometimes Preston couldn’t help but wish otherwise.

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That was the other reason he had a hard time finding the right person. They never lived up to Blake.

 

Preston's best friend was handsome. Funny. Sweet. He always knew how to cheer Preston up and when he needed it. He knew all of Preston’s secrets.

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Well, except for the one where Preston imagined blowing Blake. He hadn’t shared that one.

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But the rest Blake knew. And he was always looking out for Preston. Making sure he took care of himself. Making him focus when he had a big exam to study for. Just … there for him.

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And his shoes were big ones to fill.

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Preston glanced down at Blake’s feet. Really big. Literally.

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Preston snickered to himself. There was definitely some truth to the saying that guys with big feet had big dicks.

​

He’d seen Blake naked before of course. They were too close to worry about little things like undressing in front of each other, and they used to go skinny dipping sometimes with their friends Archie and Jude.

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But these days, Preston couldn’t quite get the thought of going down on Blake out of his head. 

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He’d imagined so many times how Blake would react if he told him. He’d be sweet. Blake was too nice of a guy to ever be mean about it. But he’d probably laugh. One of those awkward, surprised laughs, and then he’d get real serious and say, “I’m really flattered and I love you Preston, but not like that.”  And that right there was why Preston had such a huge crush. How could he not when Blake was literally the nicest guy Preston had ever met? That was probably ironic or something.

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Or was it just sad that Preston was totally crushing on the one person who loved him most, but not in that way? Preston let out a weird noise.

 

Blake was suddenly there in front of him. “You okay?”

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Surprised, Preston stumbled, laughing at the fact that even now Blake was looking out for him. ​He caught himself against Blake’s bare chest, his palms pressed to his warm skin. Blake hardly swayed, so much bigger and sturdier than Preston, and he had to resist the urge to run his hands across Blake’s firm pecs.

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“Sorry,” Preston said breathlessly as Blake wrapped an arm around his waist, steading him. It brought their shirtless bodies closer together, and Preston bit back a cry at all of that hot, bare skin pressed against his. “Didn’t mean to.”

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“S’okay.” Blake’s grip tightened, and a wave of heat went through Preston. He got like that whenever Blake was close. Warm and flustered. It had been like that for months now. Longer maybe. He couldn’t remember.

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“You’re pretty like this,” Blake whispered.

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“What?” Preston blinked at him, lips parting.

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“You’re pretty.” The intensity in Blake's gaze made a shiver go through Preston’s body. “Can I kiss you?”

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“I …” Preston ran his hands across Blake’s bare chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, wanting to believe this was really happening but half-afraid he was making this all up.

 

Weed had definitely never made him hallucinate before but …

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Blake shook his head and pulled back. “No, sorry. I … just forget I—”

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Preston threw his arms around Blake’s neck and pressed their lips together, tasting liquor and weed. And desire.

 

Blake responded immediately, threading his hands into Preston’s hair, and delving deep with his tongue. It was the kind of kiss that sent sparks zinging through Preston’s body and left his lips tingling.

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“Where did that come from?” Preston whispered breathlessly after he drew back. “You like girls.”

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Blake rubbed the back of his head, shifting away, but Preston clung to him, arms still around his neck. 

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“I do. But I, uh, I kinda like you too.” Blake looked almost apologetic.

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Preston licked his lips. “You’re bi like me?”

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“I don’t know.” Blake shrugged. “I just … you remember that night you had the guy over and you thought I was asleep?”

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Preston’s cheeks flamed hot. “Uhm, yeah.”

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“I wasn’t. I heard you suck him off.” Blake pressed a finger to Preston’s lips, and he parted them, flicking his tongue against the tip, watching as Blake’s gaze went dark and smoky with need. God, what he wouldn’t give to have Blake’s cock in his mouth right now.

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Preston drew back until the tip of Blake's finger rested against his lower lip. “Did you like hearing us?”

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“Yeah. I jerked off listening,” Blake said. He pushed the digit in again, going a little deeper this time. “And again the next morning in the shower. I’ve been wondering ever since.”

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Preston sucked a little, drawing Blake’s finger further inside, rubbing his tongue along the underside teasingly before pulling away with a wet pop.

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“Wondering what?” he asked, his heart beating way too fast.

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“What it would feel like to have your mouth on me,” Blake rasped.

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Preston trembled, dragging his tongue across his lips. “I could show you.”

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Blake shuddered, his grip on Preston’s body tightening until it was almost painful.

 

Only then did Preston realize he was hard. They both were. “I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.”

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“Me either.” Preston ran his hands down Blake’s arms, muscles bunching under his palms. “I … you mean a lot to me, Blake.”

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“You mean a lot to me too. We’ve been friends for so long.” Turmoil filled Blake’s eyes. “But I want you.”

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“So take me,” Preston said, feeling bold. He hooked a finger in Blake’s shorts. “Fuck my mouth and then we’ll talk about what this all means.”

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***

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“Oh fuck yes.” Blake could barely breathe as he stared down at Preston who was busy shoving his shorts and underwear down to mid-thigh. “You sure we’re sober enough though? We could wait—”

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But his brain short circuited as Preston wrapped a hand around his shaft. He looked down in time to see Preston part his lips and then all he could do was try to stay upright as his cock was enveloped in warm, wet heat.

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“Pres …” he breathed. “Oh fuck.”

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Preston glanced up through his lashes, smiling at him as he slid to the base. 

 

Blake shuddered. “Jesus, your mouth.” 

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Preston responded by sucking harder and drawing back, teasing up his length before sliding back down. And then he bobbed his head quickly, sucking and licking like he was starved for it and all Blake could do was grab Preston’s head and hang on.

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Blake’s skin felt hot, like he was boiling from the inside out. “Sorry,” he muttered, softening when he realized how hard he gripped Preston's hair.

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Preston pulled off him with a wet pop. ​“Don’t be. I like it.”

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He did that looking through the lashes thing again, and Blake rubbed his thumb across Preston’s cheek. God, he really was so pretty.

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“You like me holding your head like that?” Blake whispered. He tightened his grip on Preston's hair, tugging a little. 

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Preston's eyes went heavy-lidded as he breathed out, “Yeah.”

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Preston licked his lips, leaving them wet and shiny. Like the head of Blake’s cock that felt very cold now that it wasn’t in Preston’s mouth.

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“Want me to fuck your mouth hard?” Blake rasped.

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“Please, Blake.” There was something soft and throaty in Preston’s voice that Blake had never heard before. It sent a little shiver up Blake’s spine.

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Blake steadied his cock with one hand and used the other to guide Preston’s head toward it again. “If you’re really good, I’ll give you that.”

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“I’ll be so good. So good for you, Blake.” Preston looked up again.

 

Blake pushed inside his mouth and a tremor rippled through his body in response. He felt like he was on the edge of something. Something hot and intense that had the power to change everything.

​

He gripped the back of Preston’s head, enjoying the silky slide of his hair through his fingers and the hot, wet pressure around his dick. He went slow at first, showing Preston the rhythm and Preston didn’t fight it. His eyes were filled with need as he stared up at Blake, urging him on with his gaze, but his whole body was soft and pliant, like he was clay in Blake’s hands.

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Something to be shaped and molded. 

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“So good for me,” Blake whispered, awed. “Oh Pres, you’re so good.”

 

He babbled nonsense, head swimming, heart pounding as he tested Preston. Going a little faster, a little deeper. ​He pushed into the back of Preston’s mouth, feeling the tight constriction there, but there was something fierce and determined in Preston’s eyes as he gurgled but took him into his throat.

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Preston’s grip tightened on his thighs, not a “get away” gesture but pulling him closer, urging him on.

 

Blake let out a rough gasp, the slick sounds of Preston’s mouth and the little choking noises he let out making his blood heat. He’d dreamed out Preston’s mouth on him but he’d thought it would be soft and sweet. This roughness though, this desperation that Preston seemed to feel too, made Blake’s head spin.

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“Not gonna last long,” he said roughly. “Fuck, Pres. Your mouth is so good. You’re so good. Fuck, I love your mouth. You’re so good, so good to me. So good for me.” He babbled nonsense as he fucked Preston’s throat. “Wanna come in your mouth, but I won’t if you don’t wanna. Tap my thigh if you don’t want me to.”

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But Preston only gripped his thighs harder, the tunnel of his mouth becoming tighter as he sucked. Blake released with a startled gasp, the pleasure that had been building and building releasing like a floodgate had been flung open. He emptied into Preston’s throat, drawing back to finish spilling on Preston’s tongue.

​

Blake shuddered, his whole body quaking with little aftershocks as Preston licked him clean. He opened his eyes and realized how hard he’d been pulling Preston’s hair.

 

“Sorry,” he whispered, softly combing through the strands in apology, but Preston only looked up at him through his lashes as he pulled away.

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“What are you apologizing for?” Preston rasped.

 

Blake realized how hard he’d fucked his throat and guilt washed over him. “I was too rough.”

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“Fuck, Blake.” Preston leaned the side of his head against Blake’s thigh. “No. Don't say that. I loved you being rough. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

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Blake grabbed his arm, hauling him to his feet and wrapping his arms around him. “Me too.”

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He kissed Preston fiercely, tasting his own cum on his tongue and loving it. He reached down, intending to jerk Preston off but found his cock limp and sticky under his shorts.

 

“You came from sucking me?” The idea made his heart pound.

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Preston buried his head against Blake’s neck. “Yeah.”

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He sounded embarrassed, so Blake only hugged him tighter, pulling him back toward the bed. Blake tripped, getting tangled up in the shorts still around his thighs and he tumbled back, dragging Preston down with him.

​

They both laughed, and somehow it all felt normal again.

 

Blake stripped off both their clothes and wrapped his arms around Preston, so he lay with his head on Blake’s shoulder. Blake tugged covers up over them, then turned his head, kissing Preston’s forehead.

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked tenderly.

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“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Preston traced his finger down Blake’s chest.

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Blake chuckled and kissed the top of Preston’s head. “I wasn’t the one who got my throat fucked.”

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“I loved every second of it.” Despite the bold words, there was a shy little note in Preston’s voice.

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“Really?”

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“Mm-hmm. You?”

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“I fucking loved it too,” Blake admitted.

​

“Wasn’t weird because I’m a guy?”

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“Hell no.” Deliberately, Blake slid a hand down Preston’s body and squeezed his ass, rubbing his thigh against Preston’s spent cock. “Loved it because it was you.”

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“Oh, Blake.” Preston kissed his neck. “Me too.”

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They lay there silently for a few moments.

​

“This feels right,” Blake said. “But you know, maybe we should try again in a little bit. Just to be sure.”

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Preston laughed. “I’m okay with that.”

​

He grasped Preston’s chin and tilted his head until their lips met. “And we should probably do more of this too.”

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“Yeah, definitely.”

​

Preston’s mouth tasted of beer, weed, and cum, but Blake was sure he’d never tasted anything sweeter. He rolled over, pinning Preston against the mattress and Preston let out a needy little sound. “You like that?” he whispered.

​

“Mm-hmm.” Preston was already getting hard again and Blake was too. They made out for a while, slowly grinding together. He lifted up to stare down at Preston a moment, taking in his pink, parted lips and thick lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

​

So pretty.

​

But when Blake grasped Preston’s wrists and pinned them to the bed, Preston’s eyes flew open and he arched up, pressing his cock against Blake’s hip. “Yesss.”

​

“You like that?” Blake asked, voice wrecked. He’d always felt too big, too rough with any of the girls he’d been with before but the way Preston responded to him was unreal. So perfect.

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“Need it,” Preston whined, squirming under him.

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Blake’s head swam at the feel of Preston’s narrow wrists beneath his palms. How helpless he was.

 

It sent a heady surge of power through Blake’s body and he groaned, capturing Preston’s mouth with his again, knowing deep in his bones that nothing had over felt more real or right.

 

His whole body buzzed with energy.

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And he had the strangest sense of déjà vu, like they’d done this a thousand times before and yet he knew this was just the beginning for them.

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The first time. But certainly not the last.