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“That girl over there dared me to kiss you.”
Dave’s eyes shot in the direction Zac had gestured. “What the fuck?”
Zac laughed and grabbed the drink next to Dave’s. “I know, right.” The drink had sat too long. The ice had long since melted in the hot club and the fruit juice disguising the vodka wasn’t doing its job. He downed it quickly, hoping the alcohol would numb him regardless of the temperature.
“Well what did she bet you?”
“Naw, she didn’t bet me anything. She dared me.”
Dave chuckled and finished his beer. “Well you aren’t going to let some girl’s bet scare you, right?” A mischievous look twinkled in his brown eyes and he winked.
Zac laughed and looked down at his glass. Empty. He put it on the counter, out of alcohol and out of excuses, he turned to his smiling friend.
Dave didn’t expect Zac to do anything about the dare. Maybe make a couple remarks about how he was too good to fall for dares, or some other excuse before he ordered another shot and perused the dance floor.
And he certainly didn’t expect Zac to grab his chin in one hand and kiss him full on the mouth.
Zac had only intended to surprise Dave. His lips weren’t supposed to be so soft. He wasn’t supposed to melt into Zac’s touch, or feel natural. Zac’s eyes were never meant to close, his hands to linger on his friend’s face. Dave didn’t give a damn. He was always down for anything, and if Zac was gonna give him a good kiss, he was gonna take it. His slight step toward Zac didn’t seem to scare him off, and he twisted his head to get a better angle. Zac seemed a little confused, but too drunk to care or worry about looking like an idiot.
Something in the DJ’s equipment caused a break in the song and Zac jolted awake, suddenly back to reality. A half smile took over Dave’s face and he continued sipping his drink like nothing had happened. Zac could tell his own face was fiery red, and he quickly rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. “A shot of vodka, please.” he said to the onlooking bartender, coupling his order with a death glare. The young man behind the bar raised an eyebrow and unflinchingly poured a shot, sliding it along the slick bar with a flick of his wrist.
Zac narrowed his eyes and tossed it back, enjoying the burn. He should have stuck to drinking beer and dancing, but after the first shot of vodka had gone back he had just kept going. It was a mistake, and he knew it...4 shots ago. Vodka made him look at people differently.
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Zac had an arm draped around his friend’s shoulders as he stumbled down the street.
Dave was laughing. That contagious laugh that made Zac go weak in the knees, but kept him laughing hard enough to mask his lust. A piece of asphalt in the road reached up and grabbed Zac’s foot, (at least that’s what he would swear happened), and he tried to catch himself on a nearby car. It worked to save his knees from the ER, but Dave got caught in the middle.
“OOF!” he laughed, pushing against Zac, “Watch your step!”
Zac laughed and took a step back. Dave’s hand fit perfectly on his chest and he reached up, putting his own hand over Dave’s. Zac smiled, “My heart is beating so fast.”
Dave chuckled, “You’re so drunk, man. We need to get you home.”
The trailers weren’t far from the bar, and it was an easy walk. Even while drunk.
Finally they arrived and Dave pushed the door open. EFRON was written in big letters on a sign and he wondered why his own name was printed in such small letters on his trailer.
“Alright, guy.” He pushed Zac into his bed and tossed a pillow at him, “Get some sleep.”
He turned to leave, but felt a hand around his wrist.
“Where you going?”
Dave smiled, “To my trailer, dude. Go to bed.”
“Stay with me.”
“That’s the alcohol talking. Goodnight.”
Zac didn’t say anything else, but he also didn’t let go. Dave couldn’t tell if there was anything going on behind his alarmingly vacant eyes, and chuckled. He knew there was no way Zac could have found out about his longtime residing crush. He hadn’t even told anyone. He didn’t dare tell anyone.
Zac looked at Dave’s confused face. He looked so much like a male version of the women he liked. The dark eyes, smooth tan, long legs, and smile for days. Zac hadn’t ever been with a man before, but he didn’t give a damn. Dave seemed like a good place to start. And if he freaked, Zac could always just play the flirting off as a joke. Surely a Franco brother would take a joke.
Dave narrowed his eyes and bit his lip. Should he stay? It couldn’t hurt anything. Even if Zac ended up regretting the decision in the morning, he would be too uptight to make a public fuss about it. His hand was still around his wrist and it was starting to cut off the circulation, so he needed to make a decision soon. “What the hell, why not.” He let a knee fall to the spot of mattress between Zac’s legs and landed a kiss on him.
Zac leaned back a little, putting his hands on the bed behind him and let him continue. Zac didn’t have any preconceived notions about what the night would be like, and he didn’t care. Dave pulled away for a second, opening his eyes and looking at Zac. If it was all going to be a joke for Zac, he was going to leave. But it didn’t seem to be. Zac was still leaning back, eyes half closed, mouth slightly agape. Dave would have liked to think that he just smiled mentally, but his mouth said otherwise. He wrapped his other leg around until he was straddling his friend and pushed his chest slightly. Zac obediently, if breathlessly, lay back. Dave adjusted his position slightly, pressing against Zac’s chest for leverage.
The compression on Zac’s chest felt amazing. Every nerve in his body was wide awake, despite the alcohol. He wanted to throw Dave against the wall and fuck him, but he was too curious what the other man had planned.
Dave hadn’t had nearly the mind numbing amount to drink and could feel the change of pace in Zac’s heart as he adjusted his body over him. Any social or emotional filter that Zac had previously possessed seemed to have melted away at the club and Dave knew he wasn’t going to have a problem finding his lover’s kink.
“What’s your birthday?” he asked, pushing gently on Zac’s chest.
“October 18th…”
Libra. Dave chuckled, thinking about the things he could do with a Libra. The fun he could have. It was an ongoing test of his, to see if the sensitive zones in a person had anything to do with their zodiac sign. Rumor had it that they did, but he needed firsthand knowledge to be swayed in either direction.
“Why?”
“Just curious.” He put his mouth on Zac’s neck, letting his teeth sink in a little. Zac sucked in a breath and sat up, eyes wide. Still unsure, Dave sat up a little straighter, wondering if that was all it took to scare the poor boy. But nothing could have been further from the truth. Zac snaked his hands up Dave’s shirt, wrapping his fingers around his waist. He pressed his own lips to Dave’s airpipe, flicking his tongue around the tendons and sensitive veins. Dave’s eyes fluttered at the sensation and tingles ran up and down his spine. He let his head fall backward, exposing his neck to his lover’s curious mouth. Zac pulled him closer, pressing their chests together as he made his way down to Dave’s shoulders.
Dave knew how sensitive his shoulders were and tried to twist gently away; to steer Zac’s talented tongue away from where they were headed.
But Dave wasn’t the only one with a plan and Zac held him tightly. Dave found his tshirt unceremoniously shed and Zac kissed his shoulders lightly. It tickled and gave him goosebumps. Zac smiled inwardly and ran his teeth along Dave’s shoulders.
It didn’t seem fair to Dave that Zac had psychically found his most sensitive body part. Most people ignored his shoulders, and the attention was ruining his cool exterior.
Zac bit him lightly, letting his teeth sink in slowly. Dave didn’t know how hard he would bite and tried to tough it out. He gritted his teeth against the pain, letting out a couple quick breaths. He laced a hand through Zac’s hair, ready to yank back if he needed.
Not wanting to break his skin, Zac let up on the pressure and pressed his head back into Dave’s waiting hand. The scratching was exactly what he wanted. Everything they had done had been so glaringly timid. So restrained. It had been slow and methodical, and Dave was growing bored. He let Zac’s head fall backward and reached down to unlatch Zac’s belt, “It’s not fair that I have already lost my shirt, and you are still fully clothed.”
Zac smiled and lay back on the bed while Dave tried to pull his pants off.
“Jesus man,” Dave huffed against the jeans, “You might want to get the next size up. These fuckers are hard to get off.”
Zac arched his back, tucked his thumbs behind his jeans, and peeled them off. His socks had miraculously survived the ordeal, but Dave yanked them off, and climbed back over him.
Zac’s blue eyes looked turquoise in the dim light and any direct beam reflected off golden flecks that were hidden in the daylight. Dave caught himself staring into the new depths the shadows had created, and Zac unblinkingly let him. Dave glanced away with a quick laugh, not wanting to give the impression he were in love with Zac. Because no matter how close to the truth it was, it didn’t need to be a public truth. He unbuttoned Zac’s shirt, letting the taut fabric do most of the work for him. The cloth may as well have been painted on, and releasing the buttons caused it to spring back into place, leaving Zac’s torso bare. Dave ran his nails lightly along Zac’s sides, not causing a scratch; not yet. The soft touch sent a shiver through Zac and he laughed, but instead of reaching out to stop the feeling, he lifted his hands above his head and arched his back, eager for more. Dave obliged.
He ran his nails along the contours of Zac’s chest, leaving a white trail where he had dug his nails in a bit deeper than intended. Leaning forward slightly, he reached his hands around Zac’s back, finding his spine and raking across his perfect back. The muscles couldn’t have fit in his hand better, and he reached back around, cupping his hands around Zac’s lower back, digging his fingers in until he could feel his pelvic bone. He leaned further forward, touching his tongue to the middle of Zac’s chest. He stretched his arms out, palms flat on the bed, elbows bent until he could control his movement with his arms. Straightening his legs out, he lowered himself onto Zac, tongue still on his chest. He quickly moved down, sliding between Zac’s legs until his mouth was just below his navel. He kissed him gently, letting his throat press against Zac’s groin. The only piece of clothing Zac was left wearing was working hard to contain him.
Zac was propped up on his elbows, watching him breathlessly, not daring to say anything. Dave caught his eye, smiled, and flicked his tongue across his stomach. The movement of his throat made Zac’s breath catch and he fell backward. “Fuck, stop teasing me!” he laughed, straining his neck back up to look at Dave.
Dave smiled, buying time. He wasn’t so sure how he felt sucking Zac off, and kissed his hip. He moved off Zac, still staying close but trying to flip him over; preferrably without Zac noticing.
“Oh no you don’t, you little bastard.” Zac flew up, back straight as an arrow. He grabbed a fistful of Dave’s hair and snarled, “You aren’t going to tease me like that.”
Dave struggled to get to his feet, but Zac held him in place. “Ouch man, Let go of my fucking hair!”
Zac tightened his grip, watching Dave writhe in discomfort. “Damn, fuck you man!” Dave lashed his hand out, trying to grab Zac’s face, but he was just out of reach. Zac chuckled and grabbed his wrist with his free hand, holding Dave’s twisting body at arms length. “Stop squirming!”
Dave gritted his teeth and raked his nails across Zac’s pretty boy waist. Flesh balled up under his nails and tiny beads of blood gathered instantly on Zac’s broken skin.
“OW!” His grip was compromised temporarily and Dave yanked away, leaving some of his hair behind. Ramming his shoulder into Zac’s stomach, they both fell back onto the bed. The air was forcibly removed from Zac’s lungs when he broke Dave’s fall. He tried to grab Dave, but the smaller man was much quicker even when both parties were sober, and he smacked Zac’s hands away, trying to pin him down.
“Blow me!” Zac shouted, desperate for relief.
Dave slapped him, “Don’t order me around, boy.”
Zac was as shocked as he was aroused and his eyes begged for more.
Dave smiled sadistically and wrapped a hand around Zac’s suddenly unmoving neck. He tightened his grip and gritted his teeth. Zac gasped for air and clutched at the chokehold, halfheartedly trying to get free. Dave rocked his hips forward, his own pants had overstayed their welcome, but he was having too much fun choking Zac out to bother stripping down. Zac felt his head getting light and jerked his body forward, unseating Dave. As soon as Dave realized he was falling he let go of Zac. The blood returned instantly to Zac and he caught Dave, using the momentum of the fall to propel himself out of the bed and throw Dave against the wall. His back hit the light trailer with a slap and Zac wrenched Dave’s belt off. Inspired, he promptly cinched it around Dave’s neck, holding the slack end against the wall. He pressed his body into Dave’s and undid his pants with one hand. The belt went between his teeth and he yanked Dave’s pants around his knees, taking his underthings with them. Dave wasn’t used to not being in control and his eyes were wide in anticipation. Zac had already proved to be equally gifted at being the obedient slave or master, and Dave had no idea what he was going to do. Zac wrapped a hand under Dave’s chin, forcing his head up. The other hand went to a bottle of lotion on the dresser.
“Look at me.” Zac said through his teeth. His tone was commanding, and Dave glanced up. The perfectly chiseled face was tilted up slightly, his eyes looking down at Dave. Dave swallowed, the belt hung loosely around his neck, but Zac’s hand was pressing slightly into his throat. The tiniest smile curled up the corners of Zac’s mouth and Dave gasped. Zac’s hand had wrapped lightly around his dick and the feeling made him go weak in the knees. He tried to look down, but Zac pushed his head back up, “Look at me.”
Dave’s muscles were weak at the sensation and he looked up slowly. Zac watched his face twist as he worked the lotion into his erection. Fueled by the gasps and expressions, he put every minute of the last lonely year to good use. Dave bit his own lip and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cum, but Zac pressed against his windpipe. “Open your eyes!”
Dave’s eyes opened and he sucked in a breath. Zac pumped him, obviously getting some pleasure from watching him squirm. Dave whimpered and clawed at his back, “Zac…” he pleaded, “I can’t do this.”
Zac paused and Dave instantly regretted his words. “NO!” He shouted, thrusting his hips into Zac’s hand. “NO! Don’t stop! Please!”
Zac laughed and continued whacking him, “Shut your filthy mouth and cum.” he said calmly
The wallpaper in the trailer was textured and rubbed the skin off his back as Dave did what he was told. The tension of the entire night was released with a moan as Zac jacked him to a climax. Dave looked satisfied as he came into Zac’s hand and Zac narrowed his eyes. “Don’t get smug.”
Dave scoffed and opened his mouth to say something smart but Zac didn’t want to hear it. He clapped his wet hand across Dave’s open mouth, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Dave gagged and wrenched his head from side to side, “Oh god! Gross! Zac!!!! Oh my god!”
Zac laughed and forced his hand into the shockingly large mouth. Dave continued gagging and Zac pulled his hand out, “With a mouth like that...you should have blown me.”
Dave spit in his face, “Man, fuck you. That shit is nasty.”
Zac licked Dave’s cheek, stopping when his mouth was pressed against his ear, “Well fuck me then.”
Even though Dave was done, the comment still aroused his mind and he closed his eyes. He pulled Zac toward him, whispering in his ear. “What do you want me to do to you?” The Gemini in him wanted to hear Zac talk, and even though he was done, he would still have plenty of fun figuring Zac out. His newest puzzle.
Zac smiled in the darkness, “What are my options?”
Dave ran a finger down the bulging satin boxer briefs, and raised an eyebrow, “?”
Zac took a deep breath and enjoyed the touch. He breathed in Dave’s scent as the smooth hands moved up to his waist. Dave pressed his hands into his waist, pulling his body until his groin was touching Dave’s stomach. Zac licked his lips coyly and Dave ran his hands along Zac’s ass, trailing off on his thigh. Zac gasped and stood up straight, no longer coy. His eyes were wide and Dave knew he had found it. Found what made him tick. Zac had already practically cum when Dave was moaning at him, so the sudden lightning through his nerves was enough to release a strangled cry. Dave put both his hands behind Zac, guiding his motions as he thrust his hips against Zac’s. His ass was perfectly round, uncannily so, and Dave rolled his fingers up and down the smooth skin. Zac came almost instantly, arms wrapped around Dave in a hug. Unlike Dave, who didn’t give a damn if anyone heard him hollering, Zac’s climax was accompanied only by heavy breathing and the sound of the trailer creaking. He buried his face in Dave’s shoulder, trying to get his breathing under control after he was done. His muscles trembled and he accepted the embrace of his friend as he regained control.
“I need a fucking shower.” Dave laughed softly, patting Zac on the back.
Zac took a step back, the night was over. He nodded, “Ya man, go ahead. I do too.”
“You want first shower?” Dave reached down to pull his pants up, realizing they were still around his knees.
“Naw, you go ahead.”
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Dave’s eyes were closed and his breathing steady when Zac got back from the bathroom.
It was almost disappointing, but he looked so precious that he didn’t have the heart to wake him. Zac’s lounge pants were too big on the smaller man, and a blanket was halfhazardly pulled over him. His legs were crossed and feet dangling off the bed’s edge.
Zac watched him sleep for a second, and noticed his feet. They looked so smooth.
Just go to sleep, Zac. His mind warned him, but he didn’t listen.
Kneeling down slowly, he put a warm hand on Dave’s foot. It was smooth; as smooth as it looked, and cool to the touch. He felt color rise in his face as he brought his mouth closer to them. The gentle kiss was enough to make his own eyes close and he contoured a flat palm against the curves of Dave’s sole. His feet smelled like the sandalwood lotion in Zac’s bathroom. The image of Dave using his lotion on his feet flashed through his mind and he felt an unwanted sensation under his robe.
“What are you doing?”
The suddenness of Dave’s voice startled him and he stumbled backward, letting go of his foot, and blushing. “I...nothing. I’m sorry.”
Dave smiled and raised an eyebrow, “Dude. Don’t lie.”
“About what? Haha.” the fake laugh rang in his ears and he could feel his macho personality taking over.
“You have a foot fetish!”
A lump caught in Zac’s throat. He had been an idiot. And now he was going to pay the price.
The thought of Dave laughing at him was physically painful and he looked at the floor, holding his robe closed. His breathing was shallow and he waited for the first derogatory statement to be hurled his way.
Dave had been watching Zac kiss his foot. It had been so light that if he had actually been asleep, he wouldn’t have woken. A minute ago he had looked so aroused. Now he looked like a puppy that had gotten caught pissing on the rug. Slightly concerned, Dave scooched forward and put his elbows in his knees, “Hey, what did I say?”
Zac didn’t move. He wasn’t even listening. The shell he had created for his emotions was good at blocking unwanted comments and protecting him. He was emotionally busy stuffing anything kinky or nerdy back in the closet that it had escaped from. He grabbed the foot fetish by the scruff and threw it to the darkest corner of his metaphorical closet, screaming at it to stay put.
Dave’s brow was furrowed with concern, “Man, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
The side of Zac that had been crushing on Dave was still running around, frantically trying to escape. Dave’s physical hand on his shoulder gave him the adrenaline it needed and even though Zac’s nails raked along its back, it got out. Broken and bloody, the lust Zac had for Dave looked up with teary eyes. “Just go.”
The words were expected, but even if you know a punch to the gut is coming, it still hurts like hell. Dave blinked and thought about leaving. “Dude. I wasn’t mad.”
The words were so foreign to Zac that he had trouble translating them. He was used to being ridiculed, and the idea of acceptance was difficult to swallow. “What? How could you not be. It’s disgusting.”
Dave had no idea what kind of uptight bitches Zac had been scarred by, but he didn’t care. If he had to unravel 10 years of shame in 1 night, that’s what he was going to do. He put his foot quickly in Zac’s lap, “Kiss my foot again.”
“Don’t mock me.” A stream of tears spilled over Zac’s eyelids.
“I’m not mocking you! In fact, I’m offended that you think I would mock you.”
Zac shoved his foot away, “Get off me! Just leave me alone! Please!!!”
The disparity in his voice scared Dave. He didn’t seem to aware of the tears falling in droves onto his robe. “You know what, man.” he decided midsentence to change his tone from angry to concerned, “You can trust me.”
Zac set his jaw, “Get the fuck out, Dave.”
The transformation of his friend was startling. Zac had finally stuffed all his incongruent personality traits back in their place and had managed to lock the door. Now he was completely back to the party hopping, womanizing, bad boy that Dave had tried so hard to make it past. The failure was frustrating and Dave gritted his teeth. “Fuck you.”
A laugh came out of Zac’s plastic face, as fake as they come, “Whatever man.”
Dave decided not to be mad, he was too curious what had happened to make Zac think vanilla was cool. “Talk to me man.”
“About what?”
He put his foot back in Zac’s lap, “Tell me about your fetish.”
Zac looked up, eyes confused. A tear hit Dave’s foot and Zac wiped a finger across it. There was nothing imperfect about his feet. They were long and slender; gently curving toes had their nails painted lovingly by some crazy pedicurist that hadn’t understood he didn’t want red nails. “It just...exists.”
Dave leaned forward, “Then why run from it….” he leaned back and pulled a pillow from the headboard, propping his head up. Zac sat awkwardly on the floor and Dave laughed, “Don’t be awkward. Get some thought behind those baby blues.” He pushed a foot playfully into Zac’s chest. Zac reached up quickly, wrapping his hands around the appendage. His mouth was centimeters from Dave’s skin. The breath was warm and Dave could feel trembles in Zac’s hands. He was nervous. His terrified mouth touched lightly to the top of Dave’s foot, quickly pulling away again.
He watched Zac struggle with his inner demons. Such a curious thought. He bit his lip to keep from talking, wanting to just watch. He would interject a comment when needed, not before.
Zac ran his cheek lightly across the top of his foot. The lotion stang his tongue and tasted much worse than it smelled, but he ran his tongue across the side of Dave’s foot. The feeling was all that counted, and he hardly noticed the chemically taste.
Dave had never had his feet seriously touched and was fascinated by the (Fetish).
Zac seemed oblivious to the world around him, completely immersed in the experience. Most women had freaked out when he had touched their feet, or assumed that he was going to give a massage and desensualized the experience for him. So it had become another thing that he had stuffed in his closet and tried to forget about.
“I feel like a virgin,” He laughed, “Fumbling around with your feet.” He shook his head, embarrassed that he was even letting Dave know his secrets.
“You’re doing fine to me.” Dave tried to reassure him.
“You must be so bored.”
Dave knew he was trying to think of an excuse to stop. Anything to go back to his easy, weird-free, personality. “I’m honestly not.”
“This is ridiculous.”
Dave tried not to roll his eyes, “I want you to. Please, it’s just as new for me as it is for you.” he tried assuaging Zac’s embarrassment by empathizing,
Zac chuckled softly, still holding his foot tenderly. He knew Dave was going to let him do whatever he wanted, no matter how weird it was. He was just that kind of guy.
“You know man.” Dave took a deep breath, “Foot fetishes aren’t that weird. It’s actully the number one most common type of fetish.”
Zac raised an eyebrow and looked oddly relieved. Dave didn’t understand how he could take comfort from being more normal. If someone had told Dave that his “Fetish wasn’t uncommon” he would have been angry that they were trying to normalize him. But he was glad that the comment had the desired effect on his partner.
Zac was still unsure, but he knew he had to muscle past feeling weird if he was going to do anything. The thought stopped him dead in his tracks and he dropped Dave’s foot back into his lap. “What the hell. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do with this thing!”
Any sense of (comfort) that he had obtained was gone and he put his hands over his eyes. “I’m such an idiot.”
Dave recovered quickly from the (unceremonious) drop of his foot and sat up. He had no idea what foot fetish people liked, or how to help Zac through his feelings of inadequacy, or weirdness, or whatever it was that he was feeling. He had already offered his open mind, his body, and he didn’t know what else he had to offer. “Dude, are you okay?”
Zac shook his head, still covering his face.
“What can I do?”
Zac just kept shaking his head. He didn’t know what Dave could do. He wanted to tell him everything. Every crazy thought, every personality flaw. He didn’t want to hide anything from him, and the feeling scared him. He could feel his perfectly tailored facade crumbling. Terrified, he ran around, trying to hold it together, stuffing the pieces back in, screaming at it to hold. But he knew the only way to keep it intact would be to push Dave away. To hurt him. And he didn’t want to do that. Tears ran through his hands and he tucked his knees to his chest, wishing he could just disappear.
Dave watched, wide eyed as his friend devolved into a sobbing mess. He cried silently, the only sound were the breaths necessary to sustain life. He still hadn’t uncovered his face, preferring the ostrich method to facing his problems. Dave didn’t have the slightest idea what to do, so he just sat, watching and feeling like a voyeuristic bastard.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and sat beside Zac, not touching him, just being a presence.
Zac felt him sit down and it broke his heart. After all the weird stuff Dave had seen, and now seeing him weeping like a sissy, he was still there. Zac wrapped his arms around Dave’s neck, holding the startled man tight.
“Oh, okay.” Dave said quickly, wrapping his arms around him, a little taken aback by the sudden affection.
Zac continued sobbing into his shoulder, his breathing growing haggard. Dave had never been hugged so tightly, and it made him feel good. “I was worried you were gonna tell me to get lost.” he admitted.
Zac tucked his face tighter into Dave’s neck, “I dont’ want you to leave. And I don’t know why.”
A half smile abducted Dave’s mouth, “It’s okay, man. You don’t have to figure it out right now.”
Zac sniffed, his tears coming to an end. He sat up, slightly sheepishly, and folded his hands in his lap, looking down at them. “I guess not.”
“Hands pretty fascinating, eh?” Dave said teasingly.
“What?”
“You can look at me when you are talking to me. You don’t have to hang your head in shame.”
Zac blinked and glanced up at Dave, “Why are you so open minded? Nothing bothers you does it?”
Dave shrugged, “Nope.”
“I don’t understand you.”
Dave’s eyebrows did a hop, “I’m a very complex guy.”
Zac laughed, “Right.”
“I am!”
Zac shook his head, using his robe sleeve to rub his face, “Damn, I need another shower after all this.”
“Hey,” Dave’s face was suddenly serious, “Are you really okay? Not just fucking with me?”
The comment made Zac stop and think, “Ya.” He said hesitantly, “I’m okay.”
“Would you tell me if you weren’t?”
“Ya.” He chuckled, “That’s what scares me. I feel like I would tell you anything.”
“Good.” Dave stood up, “I’m a very curious guy. So don’t hold out on me.”
Zac stood up and walked the couple of steps to the bathroom, turning the water on and splashing the salt from his face. “I won’t.”
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