"C'mere," Chris said, and wrapped his fingers around the nape of Justin's neck. The short-cropped hair bristled against his fingertips, and he could feel the little tremblings running through Justin's back and legs.

Justin was all long lean naked muscle. Somewhere along the line, he'd turned into one of those boys who never looked twice at Chris, the ones who were too busy being beautiful to notice Chris standing there. Chris worried, sometimes, that he hadn't left Justin any choice, that he'd spent too much time with Justin when Justin was too young. He wondered what would have happened if they'd met when Justin was twenty instead of when he was fourteen, whether or not Justin would have even looked twice.

Justin rolled over and pressed against Chris's side, all that beautiful naked skin spreading over Chris like a blanket, and mouthed at Chris's neck. Chris held back the shiver. "Touch me," Justin said, blurry with the almost-sleep that covered him. "Wanna feel your hands."

Chris ran his hands down the length of Justin's back and thanked his lucky stars that he'd never have to find out.

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