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can’t believe I said that! I am so, so, sorry,” Adam wailed. “I’m sure it’s the tram electricity lines affecting my brain, ’cause usually I’m Mister Sensitive.”
    Tork sniggered. “You certainly are Mister Sensitive,” he said drily, but he was smiling.
    “And charming.”
    “Like a prince among men,” Tork agreed, laughing. “No, no sexual abuse, nothing like that. He was—very kind to me, actually. You could say he was the perfect father.”
    “But?”
    “It’s nothing important. I’ll tell you later, another time. Let’s get that pizza. OK? Here is our tram carriage, Prince Charming.”
     
    * * *
Tork
    He stared at the bed. Wrapped in cellophane it looked like a giant caterpillar, waiting to become a beautiful butterfly. Everything else was now opened, but for some reason, this was the last and most difficult parcel to accept.
    “Come on, then. You take one end, and I’ll take the other. No more sleeping on the floor for you. I have no idea how you sleep on a wooden floor!” Adam began to unpeel the cellophane.
    Tork shrugged. “It’s easy. I just didn’t want to get too soft, in case I had to go back on the streets.”
    Adam stopped peeling cellophane and glared. “You’re never going back out there, OK? Never. You have friends now, and a life. You’re not as…you know…” Adam tapped his head and went cross-eyed. “And this? This is just a start. No way you’re gonna be in this place for long. Soon as you start college, you can get a room on campus and start living.” Adam smiled earnestly. Maybe a bit desperately.
    “For now, let’s unpack the bed. Then I will wait to see if I have a place at college.” Tork took the other side of the cellophane roll and began peeling. His neck tingled, and a warm band of niceness spread around his chest at Adam’s words. At first they scared him, but now each day, he felt one more brick of his fortress walls crumbling away. Some days he even picked at the bricks himself, willing them to collapse more quickly.
    It felt good.
    “Great! Now we put on sheets and pillow cases,” Adam declared, bouncing on the bed. “I’ll show you how to make a bed up, though to be honest, I only started doing it myself when I went to college.”
    “Of course I have no idea how to put on a sheet,” Tork said, watching Adam going red from bouncing. He wanted to push him down. Kiss, and kiss. Undress him and do all the things he dreamed about every night.
    And that was the real reason it had taken him so long to unpack the bed. Making out on the sofa was one thing, but sex was another. When he was around Adam, he yearned for that connection so much it burnt. But after Adam left, Tork thought about the intimacy—looking into a man’s eyes—the giving up and the receiving—the sharing—and his nails would begin curling towards his soft palms. It did not seem possible Adam was still around, six months after their first kiss and still no sex.
    But watching Adam panting now, Tork did not think it would be much longer. For the first time, he had been glad to leave the garages. Really glad Adam was there to find him. Now he wanted to find Adam.
    “It’s a good mattress?” he asked, sitting next to Adam. Blonde hair was falling all over his face despite the vast amounts of styling product Adam piled on throughout the day.
    “Yup. Good enough for a no hoper like you,” Adam sang.
    As Tork reached for him, he knew they were both ready. The pressure in his chest that had begun the instant he’d seen Adam climbing through the doorway in the garage seemed to melt away. His whole body was tingling like the warm air before summer rain.
    This man came for him, every time.
    He gulped away all his awkwardness and fears, knowing he would have to be the one to make the first move.
    They kissed until he could no longer prevent his hands from sliding under Adam’s t-shirt, stroking his stomach and chest.
    “Shit,” Adam breathed, as Tork gently lifted off his top