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I'd felt in my dream, so I didn't try. Me dreaming about dying in his arms would most likely
upset him, even though I'd found it strangely comforting.
He smiled at me.  So, what now?
I yawned and stretched and ended up with my head in his lap. He raked his fingers
through my hair and I grinned up at him.  I d sure like for you to move back in with me. But
it s up to you. You might want to have some space to yourself, for a while anyhow.
He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. That was so distracting, I had to sit up and
chew on it myself for a while. He laughed when I nabbed his lip between my teeth and
sucked on it like a piece of candy.
 Stop distracting me! he said when we finally stopped kissing several minutes later.
 You started it, I pointed out.  Do you even know how fucking sexy it is when you
bite your lip like that? It drives me crazy.
He laughed and leaned his forehead against mine.  I m so happy right now. I never
thought I could be happy again. He pulled away and stared hard at me.  It scares me.
I took his hand and squeezed it.  What are you scared of?
 I m scared of how good I feel. I keep thinking I ll wake up and it ll all be a dream. This
feels too good to be real.
I pulled him to me and gave him a long, thorough kiss.  It s real, Eric. I love you.
He cradled my face in his hands, very gently, as if he thought I might break.  I want
you so much. He flicked his tongue over my lips.  I want ... I want you to touch me.
The thought of that made all the blood in my brain rush straight to my cock.  What?
He smiled.  Touch me. I think maybe it ll be okay now. Here ...
He took my hand and laid it on the curve of his hip. I about stopped breathing when he
guided my hand slowly down the outside of his thigh, around to the inside, and back up
again. He let go and I kept moving until the tips of my fingers were nearly touching his
groin. I stopped and stared hard into his eyes. He stared back with enough heat to burn down
the building.
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 Please, Ben. His voice was a hoarse whisper and his entire body begged me to do it.
So I slid my hand up that last little bit and brushed my palm against the hardness straining
the fabric of his underwear.
A tremor ran through him and he gasped out loud.  Oh, oh, fuck!
 You okay? I couldn t help being worried, in spite of the lust in his eyes.
 Yes, he moaned.  God, that feels so fucking good. C mere.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down on top of him. I tried to say that
maybe that wasn t such a good idea. But his tongue in my mouth and his hands shoving
inside my underwear made me forget all about protesting. I managed to keep myself from
ripping off the thin cotton that still covered him, but he sure didn t make it easy. If this was a
taste of what sex with him would be like, I was in for a wild ride. He was fierce and
aggressive, marking me with his teeth and his short fingernails.
I don t know what would ve happened if we d tried to take it slow. Maybe we could ve
made love then. Probably not. But that s not what happened. My self-control was just about
gone when he wrapped his legs around my waist, pushing our cocks together through the
fabric still separating us. I groaned into his mouth and couldn t help thrusting against him.
For a second everything was fine. He arched his back and tightened his legs around me.
Then all of a sudden his body stiffened, his eyes went wide, and he pushed frantically on my
chest.
 Off, get off, he squeaked. I rolled off of him. He sat up and huddled against the
headboard, shaking all over and gasping for breath.
 Eric? Jesus, are you all right? I reached a hand out to him, then thought better of it.
He didn t look like he wanted to be touched right then.
For a minute he didn t answer me. Finally he looked up at me and nodded.  Yeah, I m
okay now. Christ, Ben, I m so sorry. I really thought it was okay this time. Fuck.
He drew his knees up and rested his head against them. I crawled over to him, wrapped
my arms around him, and pulled him close.
 It ll be all right. We ll just have to take this slower, that s all.
 I don t want to go slow. His voice was muffled against my neck.  I want you now,
right now. I don t want to wait.
I smiled and kissed his hair.  Me too. But you know I m right. Hell, after what you ve
been through it s no wonder you have panic attacks. Anyone would.
He raised his head to look at me.  You think so?
I stared at him with my mouth hanging open.  You re kidding, right? Come on, there s
not one person in this world who could live through what you did and not have huge
problems after.
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 My dad said I deserved everything that s happened to me. He said I brought it all on
myself by being such a bad person. He said it was my fault Jason died. He fell silent, staring
at the wall. His face was white. I frowned in disbelief.
 Eric, I don t know why your father would say something like that, but he s wrong.
You are not a bad person, and you sure as hell didn t deserve what happened to you. And it
was not your fault that Jason died.
He gave me a sad little smile.  How do you know? Maybe it was.
 I don t see how. He was murdered, Eric. That wasn t your doing.
He shook his head.  I don t know, Ben. Something s wrong with me. If I was normal,
the people I love wouldn t keep ending up dead.
 Stop that. I laid my hand on his cheek and kissed the end of his nose.  Jason s death [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]