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Nick wasn’t all right. He felt frenzied and wild, a river gushing past a crumpled dam. It rolled through him, and for the first time ever, he allowed it.
Dex’s arms around him were the only grounding thing about this room, the whole world, maybe. His ears still rang with all the things he’d never said before, and now that he was saying them he felt nearly empty, hollow in spaces that had been too crowded for too long.
He was so hard. He squirmed in place not to give himself away too soon, but the more they kissed, the harder he got, the less he could stop himself from sidling even closer.
He wondered if he was crushing Dex, but Dex was holding him so tight, Nick couldn’t escape if he wanted to. Not that he would want to. What he did want, or what he could pick out of his myriad want
