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My nose was cold. 

Okay, fine.  There was snot dripping out of it, which was then turned cold by the air conditioner in the bathroom.  THAT made my nose cold.  I couldn't help it; snot was a by product of crying.  And I wasn't into lapping it up with my finger and sticking it in my mouth anymore, either.

And for the sake of argument, if I was into it, I sure as fuck wouldn't be doing that in front of Dan.  I had an image to maintain, after all.

I leaned on the sink, Dan resting against me, our arms wrapped around one another.  It was so dead quiet in here I could hear our hearts pumping in unison if I listened hard enough.  We took breaths together, our chests fighting against each other as air filled our lungs.  His arms held me in a way I'd never been held before...in a way I had wanted to be held for so long.  Sometimes you just needed another person to wrap you up, to not let go, you know?

"Dan..."

He looked at me, his eyes searching for some clue about what I was going to say.  I could see the gears turning in his head....

In a moment of desperation, I told you I loved you. 

I can't handle this kind of emotional roller coaster.

You're not all that good looking to me anymore. 

I'm not sure about Ethan.

Like sand through the hour glass, the seconds ticked away on a non-existent clock.  He grew anxious, I could tell, with eyes darting back and forth, excavating my face for some idea of what I was going to say. 

We need to slow down.

I'm in love with someone else.

I'm not really gay. 

"If I didn't love you so much, I'd beat your ass right here for keeping me in suspense.  What?"  Dan was cute when he was mad.  He was biting his lip.  I could see his jaw moving, the outside of his mouth puckering ever so slightly and then being released.  He was nervous.

"I'm sorry about what I said before.  About not being ready to jump into something.  And then the...the other thing..."  He put his finger to my lips.

"Shhhh.  They were coming on strong."

The finger was replaced by his lips.  The sweet, warm pieces of flesh I admit to fantasizing about every now and again.  There was a calming aspect to them, something that told me the world would be alright if we could only kiss our way through our troubles. 

To be completely fair to Tony, I had a similar experience with him, not to mention everyone else I had ever kissed.  I liked the act; it was more intimate than sex, more exciting that an orgy.  But Dan was completely different.  I could be myself with him, vulnerable, masculine, emotional...me.  Tony never got that part.  We had to maintain an even keel.  Not to be too gay.  Not to be too grown up.  Not to be anything, really, besides gelatinous blobs sitting on the couch.  Dan challenged me.
 

It’s not like we’ve known each other for a long time, either.  I can’t put my finger on exactly what it was about him that fascinated me.  There hadn’t been a long courtship where we learned about each other’s ins and outs.

No pun intended, of course.

This was all brand spanking new.  And I’ll even admit it’s kind of scary for me.  On our second date, Tony and I fucked until the cow’s came home.  He stayed over.  We did it again the next morning and then in the afternoon and then at night.  My dick was sore when all was said and done.  But we had blown a good number of loads between us.  (All without lube, I might add.  Prolly why everything was sore, right?)
 

I didn’t necessarily want that with Dan.  Of course I wanted to fuck and suck and make out and kiss and cuddle and all those other things that got a man’s cock hard.  But that wasn’t at the top of my list of priorities.  Aside from not being a slut, this felt real to me, something to cultivate and allow to grow.  Why jump into the deep end of the pool when we’ve barely put our toes in?
 

We hugged again, not knowing what to say. 
 

Strike that.  I knew what I wanted to say.
 

"I want you to spend the night tonight."
 

God, did those words just come out of my mouth?  I immediately regretted them.  Not because I didn’t want to sleep next to Dan.  I was afraid of what he would think I meant by it…

 
"I’d love to."

 
He lifted his head off my shoulder, looking me in the eye.

 
"Maybe we can try again tonight?"

 
Before I had a chance to process what he said, he grabbed my right hand and put it on his crotch.  His cock was hard (expectedly), jutting to the right.  Being a complete tease, I rubbed it, softly at first and then more forcefully after a moment of two. 

Dan closed his eyes hard and let a small moan escape from his mouth.  A second later, his mouth was mauling mine, tongue darting all around my mouth.  We had created a seal…god, this felt good.  I rubbed more and more, wanting to stop but possessed by some kind of demon.  My hands moved around to his ass, cupping both cheeks, squeezing them.  His cock ground into mine.

My hands slipped into the back of his pants, untucking his shirt.  Bare skin.  Mmmmmm…the best aphrodisiac there was.  Would it be wrong to just fuck right here, right now?  My mind was torn, but my cock was willing.  Dan knew this.  His fingers began to fumble with my belt and zipper.

I had my hands on his stomach, working my way up his chest, running my fingers through his fur.  We kept kissing the entire time, a minor accomplishment, all things considered.  My belt was gone, the pants were on their way down.  This wasn’t how I envisioned our first time-the bathroom at home wasn’t, either, for the record.  Maybe we would end up having a thing for the toilet. 

Ya know, fucking in every rest stop we could find.  Ducking into public restrooms for a quickie on vacation.  Should we start to takes pictures, almost like a scrapbook of sorts?  A scrapbook of our inappropriate sexual encounters in public places…

A loud thud on the door interrupted my train of thought. 

"You boys alright in there?" Odelia shouted at the top of her lungs.  The minute she banged on the door, Dan jumped off me, barricading the door with his body.  I just stared at him for a minute.  Completely disheveled, he held it closed, pushing with all his might.  His ass jutted out from the rest of his body-I don’t know why so don’t ask.

"Yeah, we’re fine.  Out in a minute!" I shouted back at her.  Please, please go away so we can finish what we started, I shouted internally.  Quietly, I came up behind Dan and pressed my still hard cock against his covered ass.  He snickered for a moment, turned and looked at me.

"Hey, we’d better get out of here.  They’ll start talking."

He was right.  I knew it.  But why?  We were having such a good time.

At the sink, I looked at him in the mirror. 

"We’re finishing this tonight."

He gave me a "no shit" look, patted my ass and walked out. 

God, I loved him.