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Jonah couldn’t resist going in for another kiss. When David finally began to kiss him back, Jonah groaned a little and pulled back. “I like the way you taste.”
    Slowly opening his eyes, there was still a hint of suspicion in David’s eyes when he looked up. “Are you for real?”
    “Want to touch me and make sure?” Jonah smiled at the picture David made--half suspicious, half dreamy-eyed wonder--and touched David’s deliciously kissable mouth. “I really do like you. What about you? What do you think?”
    “That you’re way too good-looking to be hitting on me. That this doesn’t make sense.”
    David’s hands had settled at Jonah’s waist, though, fingers curled into Jonah’s sides, and Jonah could already imagine what they would feel like gripping him as they fucked.
    “Makes perfect sense to me.”
    ***

    This wasn’t real.
    Things like this didn’t happen to him.
    Guys who looked like Jonah didn’t give him the time of day. They were usually straight, and if they did talk to him, it was because they wanted help with their trig homework. Sometimes they just came right out and asked for the answers to the test.
    If they were gay and cute, then they wanted someone every bit as beautiful as they were; it was a truism that had stood the test of time, been proven and re-proven. Guys as hot as Jonah Simpson could have anyone they wanted, and just like his car keys wouldn’t suddenly fall up if he dropped them, tall-and-drop-dead gorgeous didn’t single him out for an urgent make-out session.
    It just didn’t happen.
    “I really like you.” Jonah was touching David’s mouth now, running a finger along David’s bottom lip and even letting it slip inside for a moment. David was too stupefied to do much except react, so when Jonah’s finger got near his teeth he wasn’t thinking, he just opened his mouth and sucked it inside. Jonah groaned a little, his gaze dropping to watch his finger disappear into David’s mouth, only to pull it out again. “God, you’re sexy. Smart. Funny. Oh, shit, I--”
    Taking David’s head in his hands, Jonah was kissing him now. Really kissing him, not the lip-brushing thing they’d been doing a minute ago. Jonah’s mouth pressed urgently on his and David’s cheek was damp from his own saliva because Jonah’s finger had been in his mouth. And now Jonah was kissing him like it really mattered and all David could do was kiss back.
    How could he not?
    Jonah was gorgeous and he felt incredible beneath David’s hands. David knew he was being stupid, that this couldn’t last beyond this one train ride, but he couldn’t help himself. Jonah was hot and amazing-looking and felt better in his hands than anyone David had ever been this close to. He was even making sexy little noises in the back of his throat now, kind of moaning and catching his breath, and David was lost.
    Standing on his toes, he looped his arms around Jonah’s neck and hung on. Pressed his body up against Jonah’s and kissed the man back. Jonah’s tongue was in his mouth and-- Jonah’s tongue was in his mouth! --and Jonah’s erection was pressing into David’s stomach.
    Why couldn’t he be tall, damnit?! He hated being short. Hated always being the last one picked for sports and the one always shoved to the front when it came time for group pictures.
    If he was tall, and maybe less of a dweeb, he might know what to do with someone like Jonah. When Jonah grabbed David’s ass and hauled him up to rub their dicks together, David had no idea what he was supposed to do; could only wrap his legs around Jonah’s waist and squeeze. Tilting his head to get a better angle, David opened his mouth to Jonah’s tongue, like his body wanted to open to Jonah’s dick.
    Pressed together, chest to chest, there was no room for David to rock against Jonah, but he wanted to desperately. Jonah’s mouth was hot and sleek, his tongue slipping in and out to rub alongside David’s. Jonah’s chest was hard and, in