Why've you got to do this? [ he shoves at him a little. Why can't it just be easy? Why can't he just pretend that none of this exists and they can just be mates? He's terrified of it, so much so he feels like his skin is on fire. This isn't what he should be doing. He shouldn't want another man. He just shouldn't.
But he does. He wants him. He really fucking wants him. And-- fuck it, just fuck it. He shoves him again, but this time he moves forward and kisses him again, pressing him back against the wall, a hand still on his shoulder as his lips press hard against his. ]
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But he does. He wants him. He really fucking wants him. And-- fuck it, just fuck it. He shoves him again, but this time he moves forward and kisses him again, pressing him back against the wall, a hand still on his shoulder as his lips press hard against his. ]