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Christian s hand and dog-eared the page before sliding it on the bookshelf. Listen -- sweat
poured down Jonah s temples, over his neck, and into his shirt -- I need a few minutes by
myself. He leaned over and reached under his bed, pulling out his backpack before standing
up and heading to the dresser. Can you give me the room?
Christian s focus darted all up and down Jonah, taking in the signs of stress that went
well beyond the ticks and traits he had obsessively observed in Jonah over the last few
months.
Scrambling to his feet, Christian rushed to Jonah and grabbed his arm. You re in
trouble, aren t you? he asked again, his voice trembling this time. He jutted his chin as he
looked up at Jonah. The cops are gonna come and take you to jail, aren t they?
Jonah paused, the gray in his eyes turning to charcoal. Sometimes you re too smart for
your own good. He grabbed a tuft of Christian s hair and tilted his head back, forcing eye
contact he rarely gave to anyone. You don t want to know what kind of stupid-ass, shit mess
I m in. You have to get out of here and let me do what I need to do. I don t want you getting
into trouble with the boss lady.
No, I don t want you to go! Panic and loss raced through Christian, trying to force out
tears. Just as quickly, he stuffed them down and grabbed Jonah s arm, yanking the older boy s
hand out of his hair. I can help you. He dragged Jonah to the window with all his might.
Here, help me move the bookshelf. Christian let go and wedged into his nook, grasping one
end of the heavy piece of furniture on his own and started to push. You can climb out the
window. There s a hole in the fence at the back that goes through to a house on Leroy Street.
From there you can start running through that field one more block over, until you reach the
interstate. You can hitch a ride or walk down in the ditches or behind the trees until you hit
another town, and you can take a bus out of Florida. Christian suddenly came to a stop.
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Wait, I have some money I earned mowing lawns. I can give it to you. He dropped to the
floor and slid halfway under the bed.
Wait, wait. Jonah grabbed Christian s leg and dragged him back out. Pulling him
upright, Jonah stood Christian in front of him. No, you can t do this. I won t let you do this.
But I have to.
Jonah grabbed Christian s shoulders and forced him to stop. You don t. His voice,
always full of impatience, rang with authority. You re a good kid, and I m not going to let
you get into trouble for helping me.
I have money. Christian struggled to get out of Jonah s hold. I can help you.
With a sharp shake, Jonah brought Christian s fight to a stop. I don t want you to help
me, he whispered furiously. I just want you to forget you ever knew me.
No. Christian shook his head, fighting tears that would make him look like a baby
and remind Jonah that he was still only fourteen. He reached up and covered Jonah s hands,
not letting him break contact. Jonah s skin was rough and warm. The touch tingled through
Christian s palm, reminding him just how special Jonah was to him. I can t forget you.
Jonah looked away and threw out a colorful mix of curses before shaking his head and
coming back to Christian. You can. His voice sounded extra thick, his eyes looked a little
too bright, and both things twisted at Christian s confused heart. And you will. Jonah
squeezed Christian s neck and, with his superior strength, pulled away. I ve gotta go.
Wait! Christian grabbed Jonah s T-shirt, his mind and heart racing out of control. Life
buzzed under his skin, and he couldn t unlock his hands and let Jonah leave. Just wait.
Jonah stayed in place but sighed and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Make it fast, Christian. He covered Christian s hands with his bigger ones, working to pry
his fingers under Christian s death grip to free his shirt. I have to go.
I ll never get another chance. Keeping his eyes open wide, Christian yanked Jonah
down and smashed his lips against the older boy s in a hard, crushing first kiss. Christian held
on tight, fused his mouth to Jonah s, and his heart soared.
* * * * *
Suddenly, everything swirled within Christian, and he was no longer that fourteen-
year-old boy with a crush, nor was Jonah the angry teen trying to flee the law. Christian s
body, mind, and heart fast-forwarded to the present day, and he writhed against the length
of a fully grown Jonah -- who kissed Christian back with hot, searing kisses. They fell onto
Christian s bed together as tongues tangled and moans filled the air, chasing away any
lingering memories from fifteen years ago. The full-on adult kiss was everything Christian
ever wanted from Jonah. As he sank into it, opening up for more, his cock raged hard in his
jeans, begging for relief.
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Christian groaned with need he could not deny. He tore at the snap and zipper on his
jeans, laying the flaps open so that only his underwear covered his cock. He broke the kiss
and stared through lust-filled eyes at the blur of Jonah in front of him. Touch me. His penis
pushed hard against the fabric of his briefs. Help me come.
Oh, fuck. Jonah lunged and plastered his lips to Christian s in an aggressive, taking
kiss. He shoved his hand down into Christian s underwear at the same time, covering
Christian s prick and taking it in his hand with a hard pull. Christian gasped with shock and
joy, and Jonah used that as an opening to deepen the kiss with invasive, wonderful thrusts
from his tongue. Jonah rubbed up and down the length of Christian s cock with full drags,
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