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here by yourself, you can sleep in my bed. It’s king size, big enough for both of us...” Dan felt himself blush. He blushed more than he had ever before, leaving him feeling like a complete fool. Now you’re picking him up, you idiot? What’s he going to think of you now? Huh? He’ll probably leave, thinking he’s better off in the cold than stuck with a horny old gay guy.
    Dan was scared, afraid of how Jonathan might react, something in him not wanting to lose him, unable to pinpoint what that was. When Jonathan got up, moving like he was an old man, Dan’s heart dropped to the floor. He was certain that Jonathan would just walk over to his sneakers, put them on and leave him sitting on the couch, gently closing the door behind him. The freezing cold outside would be preferable to the disgusting proposal of spending even a single night in a king size bed with a stranger. What were you thinking ?
    Jonathan didn’t walk over to the door and he didn’t pick up his sneakers. Instead, he slowly moved to the bedroom, followed by Dan who, dumbfounded, trotted behind Jonathan just like Rascal had all night, turning off the living room lights behind them. Jonathan climbed into bed on Dan’s side, the side of the bed that had already been in use that night, pulled the covers almost over his head and closed his eyes, not saying a word.
    Dan stood at his side, probably looking like an idiot. You’re on my side, kid, move. I don’t sleep on that side, ever. That’s Sean’s side. At the same time, his heart was beating so hard that he felt it in his throat. It was suddenly dry. He felt his heart beat on his temples, and he felt the oddest sensation in his groin at seeing the boy in his bed. What was it they said in the books? Down boy, down? Dan rolled his eyes, annoyed at himself for yet again thinking the unthinkable.
    Not having much of a choice, he moved around the bed and climbed into it on Sean’s side, fully prepared for a sleepless night. I can’t sleep on this side of the bed.
    Next to him, almost anyway, he could hear the regular breathing coming from Jonathan, fast asleep. Dan turned to the side, away from the boy, trying to focus on his breathing. Before long, sleep released him from his thoughts. Thoughts of things that were, things that could have been, things that were supposed to be, things that weren’t going to be, and hope. Dan always thought of hope, no matter how hopeless things seemed.

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    Dan woke up to the first rays of sunlight seeping into his bedroom through the cracks between the curtains. Sean was lying behind him, his right arm locked tightly around his body. He loved waking up to his lover lying behind him, it was always so comforting to feel him like this, knowing that soon enough, Sean’s morning wood would inevitably start to grind against his butt cheeks, and you know where that would inevitably lead...
    Dan cherished the thought, the sensation of his lover’s erection against his back, his arm around him. Cherished the thought, loved it, baked in it, lost himself in it. He could fall freely, and although nothing scared him more than falling freely, he knew that Sean would be there, to catch him, hold him, save him.
    His hands moved to hold Sean’s hand, to hold him tight and make sure he’d never let go. He just wanted to spend eternity like this. That’s when Dan noticed that Sean’s hand was odd. It was not as big as it was supposed to be, and it was hairless, smooth, the fingers long, so different from Sean’s hands. And come to think of it, why is Sean wearing clothes? He always sleeps in the nude. And why does his boner feel too big? Not that Sean hadn’t been well endowed, but this was insane...
    The dawn of realization struck like lightning, sending shivers down Dan’s spine. He almost fell out of bed. Sean had been dead for a year, he couldn’t possibly lie behind him, so who...? Jonathan!
    Oh my god, what are you doing, he thought to himself, unable to let go of