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spiderwebs, until his
joints were stiff. Even though they were sitting in the middle of the
desert, he was quite sure he’d never be warm again. Goose bumps covered
his arms, and it was all he could do to keep his teeth from chattering.
He had a jacket in the backseat, and there was an old blanket, but
neither one of those things would actually be helpful in making him dry
and warm. He shouldn’t have left the relative safety of the car, but
the thought of Sammy wandering off into the wet night drove him out of
the station wagon.
    “You should get out of those clothes,” Sammy murmured, his eyes averted.
    “What about you?”
    “Maybe I should, too.”
    “It’d be easier if I drove a van.”
    “We’d probably not be in this situation if you drove a van.”
    “Maybe I should buy a van in Wendover.”
    “It might be cheaper than a new alternator.”
    Ed smiled a little and pulled the wet
shirt over his head. It slowly peeled from his skin, the rough material
dragging over his nipples. The windows were already starting to fog up,
and Sammy mimicked him. Though they were both shivering, Ed knew that
if they pressed their bodies together, the heat would overwhelm them.
    “I’m sorry about your face,” Ed said, tossing the shirt over the seat. “That didn’t come out right.”
    “It’s okay. I hit you first. How’s your
lip, by the way?” Sammy leaned closer and touched the corner of Ed’s
mouth with his thumb. “Did I hurt you?”
    “It hurts a little.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Maybe I shouldn’t have grabbed your shoulder. It’s not a…it’s no big deal.”
    Ed spoke without looking away from Sammy’s
face. His eyes were both swollen—courtesy of Ed’s head—and his mouth
had finally stopped bleeding, but it was stained pink. He had no doubt
that Sammy planned to kiss him, but this time, the thought didn’t send
him spiraling out of control.
    “Yeah, but…who else would be grabbing my shoulder out here? I was angry and…”
    “And I made you that way because I was a jerk.” Ed leaned closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”
    “I know you didn’t.”
    “Did you mean what you said to me? Earlier?”
    “Everything I told you is true. I don’t know if that’s the answer you wanted to hear.”
    “It is.” Ed smiled. “I think.”
    Sammy returned his smile. It wasn’t as
carefree as it had been before. And it would probably never be that
carefree again. But it was still one of the nicest smiles Ed had ever
seen. Even with the traces of blood on his teeth and his swollen lip. A
drop of water caught on his skin, and Ed wiped it away, smearing it
across Sammy’s pink lip. Sammy didn’t seem to be breathing, and Ed
couldn’t remember the last time he filled his lungs with air. He was
drowning in the middle of the desert.
    There was only one reasonable thing to do. Without taking his much needed breath, he touched his lips to Sammy’s.
    The number of people he’d kissed in his
life was no more than a handful. And most of those caresses had been
shy, fumbling, and awkward. This was shy, fumbling, and awkward. It was
half meant as an apology, for the way he had behaved earlier. And it
was half of a question. Fortunately, Sammy responded with an answer.
His lips parted, and the taste of copper on his mouth didn’t deter Ed
from sliding his tongue against Sammy’s.
    A moan resonated through both of them,
and Ed couldn’t tell where it had originated. Only that he felt it deep
in his chest. Sammy wrapped his arm around Ed’s waist, pulling him
until their bodies were flush, their naked chests cold and hot against
each other at the same time. Ed’s soaked jeans felt even more
constricting on his hips as his cock stiffened, and he didn’t know how
he was going to escape them. There wasn’t enough room in the back to
kick free, and the material was clinging to him, and the zipper dug
into the tender skin at the tip of his cock.
    I should have done this earlier. I should have