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Nick wasn’t allowing himself to think, because if he did, he would end up curled up in a fetal position, drowning in his own stupidity and tears. Instead, he was letting Dex do his thinking for him. And his undressing. And then they were where Nick had thought they would be before … before. His skin felt too tight, and at the same time greasy; his body felt twisted, all wrong, but maybe that was just on the inside, because Dex was kissing him like nothing had changed.
Almost nothing; Dex’s kisses were just a touch bruising, a touch less careful than they’d ever been before. He could feel Dex trembling, just the slightest bit, and maybe they both felt wrong in their bodies now, but Nick had to, had to get past it now or he never would.
He had to get past it despite the two goons sneeri
