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Jonathan’s arm, afraid he’d wake the boy.
    Oh my god, Jonathan is spooning me, and he has a boner! He’s huge! Dan grinned to himself, yet was scared to death at the same time. This can’t happen, this may not happen. He’s a fucking minor . Dan thought of all the gross things he could think of to will his own dick back into submission. I can’t have a boner now, nothing is ever going to happen. Oh my god, what am I going to do about this?
    Instead, Dan lay perfectly still, not moving a muscle, barely breathing, afraid to wake Jonathan, afraid of the consequences, whatever they might be.
    At the same time, Dan felt good, oddly at peace with himself. While part of him was nauseated by the thought of a relationship, relationship? What’s wrong with you , with Jonathan, the young man he didn’t know twelve hours ago, he felt comfortable lying there, spooned by him. The warmth of his body against Dan’s, his breath against his neck, sharing body heat. The sensations were playing havoc with Dan’s brain, making synapses fire that hadn’t been fired in over a year, creating sensations from his small toe all the way up to his scalp, and along his neck, where his hair stood on end. Jonathan’s regular, calm breathing, blew along his back. He could feel Jonathan’s hard nipples through the fabric of his t-shirt, and down to his ass where Jonathan’s erection was rock hard in the sweat pants he wore, lined up perfectly against his ass cheeks tucked in his boxers. Thank god I wore them last night . He felt Jonathan’s legs against his own. He couldn’t notice whether they were hairy, like his, or smooth, like Jonathan’s arm, feeling only the soft fabric of the sweats Jonathan was wearing.
    Dan’s entire body was in a heightened state. He could smell Jonathan. He could feel the heat emanating from his body, and before he’d realized it, Dan fell...
    Just like he had all those years ago, when he’d first fallen in love with Sean. Dan fell, helplessly, he fell. I can’t he protested silently, but couldn’t help himself.
    A shiver from behind him, and a change in the rhythm of Jonathan’s breathing, finally pulled him from his reveries. Jonathan untangled himself from him, ending the embrace, ending that moment, leaving Dan shivering from the cold air that rushed in where Jonathan had been a second earlier.
    “Hey,” someone said. “Good morning,” someone responded, but Dan wasn’t sure who had said what. But it did elicit a response from the floor. Rascal took the opportunity to come to his master’s rescue, jumping up on the bed from wherever he’d slept that night, having been banned from Sean’s side of the bed, as Dan was forced into it. The dog didn’t really care as long as Dan was happy. Dogs sense these things, although they can’t really articulate it. Rascal was a smart dog. He knew Dan was content, so he was content sleeping on the floor.
    Yet when master spoke, Rascal thought it was time for his morning walk, not to mention food. Jumping up on the bed was a not so subtle way of telling master Dan it was time.
    “Get down, Rascal,” Dan scowled, a smirk on his face, and thanks for saving me . Looking over to Jonathan, he said, “Did you sleep well?” I love a good rhetorical question, Dan mused. “I’ll have to let the dog out and feed him. Do you want to join us?”
    Jonathan was lying on his back, his arms behind his head, stretching, yawning. “Yeah, I slept like a log, thanks...” His voice trailed, unable to apologize for the, uh, position he’d found himself in when he had woken up. Not really knowing how to put in words what was going through his head. It was like a storm up there, a mixture between a blizzard of fear and a hurricane of hope slugging it out. Blushing, afraid of saying something to offend his host, he mumbled, “Do you mind if I stay in here just a little bit longer? I haven’t been in a bed for weeks. It’s just so nice, you know...”
    Dan contemplated what