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reach-around."
    That's when Cal drilled him.
    The drill slipped off the half-threaded screw and into the heel of Ian's hand. Ian jerked back,
    knocking Cal off balance, and Cal tightened his knees around Ian's rib cage to compensate. Ian
    was strung tighter than the cat gut in a tennis racket, and the pressure against Ian's sides was like
    the metal barrel of a rocket launcher. Ian stiffened with a squeak, board-straight between Cal's
    arms, and they both toppled onto the floor.
    Cal must've thought Ian was having a seizure or something, because he wrapped his arms around
    Ian's whole chest and kicked one leg around Ian's thigh, pinning Ian to the floor.
    "Ian! Ian, oh, God, I'm sorry! Lemme see..."
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    And the thing was, Ian's hand didn't hurt at all. But he was seriously going to bust something , or you know, die of asphyxiation --'cause that blue balls thing was totally a myth -- if Cal didn't
    stop being fucking everywhere all at once.
    That noise Ian was making? Totally a squeal. It was the love child of a dolphin and a sea
    monkey. And yes, Ian knew sea monkeys didn't make noise, but he couldn't figure out how a
    dolphin would get on land and mate with a regular monkey, and therefore, it had to have been a
    sea monkey. "Eeaagggaaghheee!" That was not a sound human vocal cords evolved to create.
    And he couldn't manage anything more coherent. Squirming like a worm on hot blacktop was the
    kind of base reflex that overrode all higher functions.
    His ass bumped into Cal's groin, and Cal groaned with a loud, extended exhale into Ian's neck.
    His grip on Ian's wrist tightened enough to be painful. They both froze where they were. Ian,
    because he was being prodded in the back, and Cal, Ian imagined, because Ian had discovered
    Cal l wanted to drill more than Ian's hand.
    Just like that, they launched in separate directions. Cal ended up pressed against the dresser, the
    nearest bag of aquarium rocks in his lap, and Ian leaned against the bed, cradling his hand to his
    chest.
    Catching his breath, Ian chuckled. "You drilled me."
    Cal slumped a little. "I'm sorry. Man, are you okay?"
    "Yeah, yeah." Ian waved him off. "It's just a bruise."
    Cal drew his knees up to his chest, avoiding Ian's eyes as the bag of rocks plunked to the floor. "I guess you're a little ticklish," he ventured, peeking out from under his bangs.
    "You, too," Ian said, the memory of Cal's third leg in the small of his back still fresh and...
    aching.
    When Cal blushed and ducked his eyes again, Ian couldn't stand it anymore. He scooched along
    the floor, dragging himself with his unbruised hand until he was leaning against Cal the way he
    had been leaning against the bed. He brushed the hair away from Cal's eyes with his bruised
    hand, held it out so Cal could see the little purple mark, and whispered, "This is where you kiss it and make it better."
    Cal's head jerked up, apparently expecting there to be a punch line, possibly something like a
    cuff to the back of the head, but he met Ian's eyes, held the gaze for a second or two, then
    relaxed.
    Ian was caught up in the moment, forgetting for a second that he was the one who'd taken the
    step to move things forward. He froze, nothing moving between them but breath.
    He didn't feel his hand change positions until he actually saw it between them, the swollen flesh
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    pressed to Cal's lips. Ian shivered at the soft touch and his fingers tightened, threading along
    Cal's jaw. When Ian's thumb drifted up over Cal's mouth, and Cal didn't draw back, Ian pulled
    the lower lip down and leaned forward, tipping Cal's head with the slightest pressure so they
    lined up as though they'd done this a hundred times before.
    They hadn't, but God, one touch of Cal's mouth to his and Ian wished they had. He couldn't
    imagine for the life him what had taken them so long, because this? This was right in all the
    ways it had been so, so wrong with everyone else. It was a gentle kiss, just lips on lips,