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at me.
    I quickly crossed the space between us and stood behind him. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing, but his head was down, and he was gripping the bench.
    I leaned in toward him but didn’t touch him. His skin prickled where my breath touched him, and I whispered, "I’m sorry." His breath stuttered, but still he said nothing. I ran my nose against the curls at the nape of his neck, and he shivered. "I didn't mean what I said."
    His voice was raspy. "Yes, you did."
    I leaned my forehead against the back of his head, and my hands ghosted over his back. He knew he was right. So I amended, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
    He exhaled loudly, leaned back against me, just a little. For a long moment, we didn’t speak.
    But my heart was pounding, and my stomach twisted with nerves. I felt his body heat, and it was heightening. The exhilaration, the thrill of just being near him... "What is this," I asked, "... between us? Is it always like this?"
    He shook his head. "No, it’s never been like this."
    My hands touched him with more certainty. He felt so good, so fucking good. My hands stopped at his waist, my fingers digging in to hold him tighter. His head fell back against mine. I pressed my lips to the exposed skin of his neck and whispered, "I don’t want to fight it anymore."
    He turned in my arms and pulled me against him. All of him. His entire front was flush with mine. I felt his hardening length pressing against mine, and he kissed me. He wasn’t being careful or hesitant. He was demanding and urgent. His mouth devoured me, and I was lost. I gave myself to him in this kiss, as our mouths opened and our tongues collided, our bodies meshed together.
    And I surrendered.
    I didn’t want to fight this, whatever this was , again. I didn’t want to question my desire. I just wanted to allow myself to feel.
    My whole body was on fire, burning deliciously, and my head started to spin. He pulled his mouth from mine and kissed along my jaw, up to my ear and back down my neck so I could finally breathe. He continued licking and sucking on my neck, and I realized I was groaning.
    My arms were tight around him, and I loved the feel of his strong muscular frame, his broad shoulders. My hands pushed against his back, pulling him against me and it still wasn’t close enough. I pulled his shirt up and started pulling it over his head. He pulled his lips away from my neck as I discarded it. His eyes were wide, his lips were swollen and beautiful, and his bare chest was heaving in ragged breaths. "Nathan, what are you doing?"
    I smiled at him. "I have no fucking idea," I told him honestly as I pulled at my tie, loosening it just enough to pull it over my head. Then I started on the buttons of my shirt.
    I got most of them undone before he batted my hands away and undid the rest himself. I busied my hands on his chest, feeling the hard planes of his pecs under my hands, the feel of another man under my touch. It felt so good, and so fucking right. My hands continued down to his abs, not too defined but taut, perfect, and my hands kept going.
    I needed to feel him, touch him, and so I did. I slid my hands over the fabric of his sweat pants and wrapped my hand around his long, hard dick. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, and the sensation of pumping another man's cock was unusual, even through his pants. But I handled him like I'd handle myself; firm, sure, squeezing.
    His whole body convulsed at my touch, and when he groaned the sexiest sound I’d ever heard, I knew I was doing it right. He kissed me, hard and urgently, while I pumped him the best I could through the fabric.
    My shirt was hanging opened, and his hands were at the button of my pants. The next I knew, my fly was open, and his hand was down the front of my pants, skin on skin. His hand wrapped around my aching cock, and my kiss faltered as my mouth stammered in sensation.
    It felt so fucking good, so real and so fucking right. I let go of his dick