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turning more into a fetish than anything else. He fought the urge to stand up, walk over to Jack, straddle his hips, grab that silky soft hair, and fuck him until they both passed out from exhaustion.
    "Are you all right?"
    He took another swallow of his rapidly warming soda and nodded. "S-sure," Elijah stammered. He cleared his throat, lifted his t-shirt right under the neck, and fanned it back and forth from his body. "It's hot out here… is it hot out here? Um… yeah, I'm burning up. Maybe I need to get inside and cool off for a while."
    Elijah knew even if he sat naked on a big block of ice in subzero weather, he'd still be burning up and hornier than hell. What was it about Jack that drove him crazy? Elijah had met and even fucked better looking men than Jack, but it was something about the older man's gentleness and his sexy nature that really fascinated him. He couldn't remember ever being attracted to someone like he was to Jack, but it was too soon to jump into anything with him. Right?
    Jack put his well-manicured hand right above Elijah's knee and gave it a light squeeze. "You look flushed, Eli. I'm worried you're having a heat stroke." Jack released his knee and stood up. "Let's go inside for a while and cool off."
    I don't want to cool off, Jack. I want to heat you up!
    Elijah stood up and made sure his t-shirt hid the bulge in his shorts and then followed Jack into house.
    The cool air conditioning made Elijah's overheated body break out in goose bumps.
    "Are you feeling okay?" Jack set his beer on the kitchen counter and placed his hand on Elijah's forehead. "Are you feverish?"
    Jack's hand, slightly damp and cool from the beer bottle, felt wonderful against his flushed face. He heard himself moan from the contrast of it.
    "Eli, you feel hot. Maybe you should sit down and relax while I fix us something to eat." Jack lightly grabbed his arm and pulled him into living room. He sat him down on the couch and looked at him with a critical eye. "I'm going to bring you some water. I want you to take it easy while I cook supper."
    Elijah opened his mouth to protest, but Jack was already headed to the kitchen before he could get a word in edgewise. Elijah leaned back and quickly adjusted his pants into a more comfortable position over the bulge.
    He took a deep breath and closed his weary eyes.
    Elijah couldn't remember the last time someone had actually cared about him. Everyone always wanted something from him. His mother wanted money for her drug fix. His manager/boyfriend just wanted him to make more movies. The director only cared if Elijah would come on cue, and the other actors and his supposed friend were usually too wrapped up in their lives to really give a shit whether Elijah was happy, sad, sick, or healthy.
    Elijah wasn't sure how to feel about someone actually taking care of him. On one hand, it was really nice to just sit back and relax while Jack coddled him. On the other, Elijah couldn't help but think maybe Jack really did want something from him after all.
    Elijah didn't quite know how he felt about it.
    He prayed that Jack was actually concerned for him. If wishes came true, his deepest wish would be that he and Jack would become friends and in time lovers… partners. But fairy tales and happy endings didn't come true, especially for people like him.
    Elijah didn't give a shit what the Disney princesses said.
    "Elijah," Jack whispered.
    He opened his eyes and gazed into concerned green ones.
    "Here's some water. Take small sips so you won't get sick, okay?" Jack handed him a tall glass of ice cold water.
    He took the glass from Jack with shaky hands.
    What the hell was his problem? Why was he suddenly feeling sick and so exhausted? People didn't overheat from a hard-on did they?
    Jack sat beside him and watched him with a worried look on his handsome face. Under Jack's watchful gaze, Elijah made it a point to take several small sips of the ice cold water. He saw Jack's gaze wander to the scars on