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Dakota “You don’t get it.” Noah “I want to, I do.” Dakota “Do You? ‘Cause I don’t care if I never fuck you, or you me for that matter.
That isn’t what I want, it isn’t what makes me think of you all the time, I mean, yeah
I like doing it. I mean the idea of being deep inside of you or having you in me, it makes
me shake, but smelling you, listening to your voice, just watching the way your lips pout,
or the way your nostrils flare, the touch of your breath on my face, all that makes me
just as warm inside, makes me shake just as much if not more, so, yeah that physical stuff
is nice, but you do more for me without it, I don’t need that, I just want to, I just
want to mean something to you, to have you feel just a little like I feel about you.” Noah “Then why, I mean why tell me about you and Montana?” Dakota “I guess, I don’t know. I guess in some ways it was to see if you were real, if
you wanted me for me or for my dick. I don’t know Noah, all I know is that to me, you
make me feel like, well, feel like I count, that there is someone I can talk to, share
things with.” Noah “Share things? Like what?” Dakota “I don’t know, I guess to have someone near when I wait for the next test
result?” Noah’s head lifted up as Dakota spoke and he could hear the fear and loneliness in each word that Dakota spoke. His heart ached for him and he didn’t know what he could do as he stared at him, saw the desperation in Dakota’s eyes and yet he felt his own fear too, wondering if he could be what he
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