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breath. Trying to ignore what Davie was doing was useless. No
power on earth could stop him from getting hard or wanting what
nature intended should happen next. But he did not have to take
advantage of a man whose lifelong pattern of abuse made him
think it was normal and expected. To just keep silent and accept
what Davie was offering without a word would put him in the
same bag as Davie s father and all the other abusers who d just
taken and taken, and no way would Brad do that.
He stilled the stroking by wrapping a hand around Davie s
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wrist. You don t have to do this.
You mean you don t want me to?
I do, but
Why not? Davie sounded confused. You were nice to me,
sharing your dinner, and I m just trying to be nice back. We re
grown men with men s needs. What s wrong with that?
Nothing, it s& As Davie said, they were grown men with
men s needs, except Brad had been so busy wallowing in his grief
and his pain, he hadn t realized until now quite how much he
needed what Davie was offering. He actually needed the physical
closeness and comfort of another man, along with the warmth and
reassurance of knowing someone cared, even if it lasted for only a
few minutes. I just don t want you to think I expect something in
return for a couple of lousy bits of chicken because I don t. From
what you ve told me, your life has been full of users and abusers,
and I have no interest in joining the list, okay? That s not the kind
of man I am.
You think I don t know that?
Good. That s understood then. To Brad s surprise, as he
released his grip on Davie s wrist, Davie resumed the stroking.
This has nothing to do with the people I told you about,
Davie murmured softly, This is because I want to and for no other
reason.
But I can t let you
Yes, you can. Davie drew down Brad s zipper and slipped
his hand inside. Can t we be nice to one another without making a
big deal about it? Call it my way of saying thanks for dinner, if it
makes you feel better.
You mean like bringing a bottle of wine, or sending flowers
the next day as a thank you?
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I guess.
I wasn t expecting anything. Certainly not this.
I know that. All the more reason why you should just go with
the flow and enjoy.
What Davie was doing felt so fucking good Brad would have
been a liar to pretend any different. In one way, even though he
hadn t gone looking for sex or even initiated what was happening
to him now, he was ashamed of himself for taking advantage of
Davie and being disloyal to Rob s memory. In another, it felt like
Rob was there beside him telling him he understood, that Davie
needed him as much as he needed Davie, and for that reason it was
okay. Life had to go on.
Release came quickly, leaving Brad relaxed and feeling more
centered than he had in weeks, but he still felt guilty as hell. Guilty
for taking advantage of a defenseless kid who had nothing but the
clothes on his back and the questionable security of a twenty stuck
in his shoe, and guilty for betraying Rob s memory. As Davie
turned away, and Brad realized Davie was cleaning his hands on
the grass, he felt a wave of embarrassment for even allowing it to
happen. You okay?
Davie laughed and stood up. Better n okay. Probably too dark
for you to see, but I got us both off together. Neat trick, huh?
Anyway
Anyway, what? Brad wanted to know.
Anyway no big deal.
Brad had a nasty feeling Davie had been about to say
something very different, and he wanted to know exactly what it
was. It really was no big deal? Or were you about to say it was
because I probably wouldn t want to touch a drifter with my bare
hands?
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Davie got down on his haunches, his anger palpable and his
face a scant inch or two from Brad s. Well, would you? Everyone
knows drifters and street people don t wash and they all have
AIDS or at the very least a ton of STDs. In fact, even though you
saw me wash my hands in the lake after we ate, I m amazed you
even let me touch you, never mind get you off.
Brad felt a surge of heat rise up his neck and flood his face.
Don t be ridiculous. I know damn well that not all people in your
position live in filth and walk around spreading disease. Your
clothes look clean and so do you, and for your information, for
anything more than what just happened, whether it was with you or
anyone else, I d have insisted on using a condom. Satisfied?
Okay, I m sorry. Touchy subject. Davie sighed and sat down
again. My last trick didn t believe I don t have AIDS or whatever,
or that I have the brains to go to a clinic regularly and get checked
out. He said turning tricks made me a guaranteed health hazard. A
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