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The first few hours we don’t talk at all.
It’s cold as hell down here, especially at night. But that’s fine. There’s probably a blanket down here somewhere… so I start looking for it. I find the crumpled excuse for one fairly easily--- it was where I left it, right behind some unpacked crates.
Ethan is sitting on the old large gym mat staring at a spot on the wall. Forget the spot, I’m staring at him.
It’s hard not to, he’s hot. Not pornstar hot--- but more like the kind of guy you live next door to and secretly jack off to every night. He’s got a good body, but not the gym rat variety. He’s just naturally good-looking--- lean and broad-shoulders, with strong abs and a smooth chest. Ethan doesn’t have chest hair either--- he’s on the swim team, they make him shave it off. I used to jack off just thinking about him shaving, pulling that razor down over his skin until it was smooth and hairless… and sucking back air when he accidentally cuts into it.
I know, I have some lame fantasies. But that doesn’t stop me from cumming to them.
“What are you staring at?”
I tense and awkwardly hold up the blanket, “Blanket? I mean--- are you cold?”
He looks up at me, blue-lipped and white-faced. He’s shivering, and I just noticed the goose bumps on his skin. It’s probably night by now, I can feel the tiredness kick in. He’s probably feeling it, too.
“No thanks.” He answers, “That means you won’t have any.”
“Why?” I ask, “We can share.”
“Two guys sharing a blanket is gay.”
My heart sank into my stomach, splashing in the acid pit. So, that’s how he plays. Not surprising.
“And freezing to death is manly.” I scoff, “For all the survival shit you learn in boy scouts, you’re pretty stupid.”
He gawks up at me with his large, icy blue eyes and says, “Watch it.”
“No, seriously. I don’t find you sexually attractive at all. Everyone knows you’re straight because you’re hitting on Tiffany like God knows what. If you don’t want the blanket, fine, but don’t turn it down just because you think I’m a faggot.”
I cup my mouth. Did I just say the last part out loud? Shit.
Ethan stands up and takes the blanket,“… You’re gay?”
I nod mutely.
“Okay, whatever.” He sighs, and his breath comes out in white clouds.
I drop my shoulders and sigh in relief. It wasn’t what I had hoped for, but it was good enough.
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