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froze for an instant, but when I started kissing the side of his neck to test the waters, he curled a hand over my backside and squeezed.
    “ Fuck, you’re gorgeous, you know that?” he said with a breathless laugh. “I keep thinking that I’m going to jerk awake, and this whole thing has been a stupid dream to drive me crazy.”
    I skimmed my lips up along the rim of his ear and gave it a tiny nip, careful not to catch the multitude of rings that pierced it through. I wasn’t acting like myself but I didn’t care. I had someone here in my arms who was interesting and sexy, and that made my heart race and my dick hard. Someone who I wanted to get to know better in mind and—more immediately pressing—in body.
    But then I hit a sudden patch of uncertainty when my fingers came into contact with the small ridge of scar on his chest; my confidence tucked its head between its legs when I realized what it was, and I tensed, pulling my hand away.
    Tim drew back, a comma of worry between his dark brows.
    “What is it?”
    I closed my eyes and shook my head slowly a few times, willing away my distress. I was going to fuck everything up with my ignorance. I’d always considered myself an open-minded guy, but maybe I just… wasn’t.
    “Stuart, look at me,” said Tim, stroking the side of my face. I opened my eyes, and when I saw the subtle fear in his, I felt the corners of my mouth turn down. “What is it?” he asked again, softer this time.
    “I don’t know how to do this,” I confessed.
    “Do what? Make out with me?” Tim’s look of concern lessened a touch, and I ventured a tiny smile—but how could I explain I was out of my element without making it sound like I thought there was something wrong with him?
    Tim grabbed my hand and placed my fingertips along the scar under his right pec and then touched the mirrored scar on the left.
    “This is part of who I am, Stuart. These scars here. As much as I would like them to vanish, they won’t, not ever. And they’re part of the ‘journey’ I’ve taken to get where I am, as corny as that sounds.” He curled his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck and gave a gentle tug. “What’s going through your mind?” He covered my hand with his, and I could feel the quick but steady beat of his heart.
    I laughed a little, feeling completely daft. “You’re a lot less shy than you were just a few minutes ago.”
    “Well… You got my motor running, buddy. That tends to loosen me up a bit.” Tim leaned into me and ran the tip of his nose along the side of my neck, and I let out a slow breath. “It’s been a good long while for me,” he murmured, “and I never thought in a million years that… well… you …” He pulled back and smiled up at me; I liked the way his cheeks dimpled. “Honest to god, I nearly died back there when you didn’t disappear into a puff of smoke when I touched you.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. I was rather enjoying what was happening.”
    “I was enjoying it too,” I said. “Trust me.”
    “Oh, it was kind of hard to miss.” The impish gleam had come back into Tim’s eyes.
    I daresay that my face got warm, and I laughed again, but he’d sort of hit the crux of the matter. When I didn’t say anything for a second, he frowned.
    “What is it? C’mon. Spit it out… or else I’ll write something incredibly cruel about your acting talents in my next review.”
    “That’s not funny,” I said, but I couldn’t help my grin. It fell a second later. “It’s just… Did you have the full operation?”
    A shadow of something passed over Tim’s eyes, but he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and squeezed it in a way that felt reassuring.
    “You want to know if I have a penis?”
    “Yeah,” I confessed, a little embarrassed.
    “I do!” said Tim, but when he saw the look on my face, he just tugged on my hair again with a playful smirk. “I was, however, unfortunately born without it, and