He was losing the fight, he could sense it in Dakota’s voice and the thought of never once
more touching, holding, or even kissing Dakota was too much for him. Tears rolled down his
face as he sat there, legs crossed in front of him and his head bowed down but deep inside,
where he still could feel Dakota’s presence he refused to surrender, refused to give up what
seemed like a hopeless struggle.
“Fine, then I’ll… I’ll out myself!”
At first he didn’t think he heard him right but then he knew inside that he had and he felt
the cold chill racing up and down his spine. How could Noah even think of doing something like
that? Didn’t he understand that by doing that he would get the crap kicked out of him? Shit,
if he did do that, could he stand by and let that shit happen to the guy he said he cared for?
Fuck, he was screwed either way because all he wanted was to protect Noah, to not let him get
hurt, and so he knew that by sacrificing what he wanted, by letting Noah go, he could do that;
but it would all be for nothing if Noah went and did that. How could he? Didn’t he realize
how it would all play out? It was confusing to him, and he wasn’t sure how or what to say,
because he never had felt this way before, never understood what it had meant to be in love
until now, and it made no sense.
“Huh? Noah… Christ don’t talk stupid!”
“I am not, I mean it. What difference will it make?”
“A fucking lot, shit if you go do that, I mean, you don’t have to, don’t you see? This
is what I am trying to tell you, if we stop this now, you won’t have to do that. No one will
know about you, you will be safe.”
“Safe? Fuck that shit man, I know how I feel, in here, inside me right now, I know that what I felt when you were inside, it is what I want to feel all the time. If I can’t have that,
