“Why are you so sure I’ll want to leave?” Ben frowned. Was Simon going to finally share whatever secret he’d been keeping? “I’m sure, whatever it is, it won’t be that bad.” He managed a laugh. “After all, it’s not as though you’re an axe murderer or something, right?”
“I’ve never used an axe,” Simon said.
“Very funny,” Ben said, although Simon’s expression didn’t seem to suggest he was making a joke.
Ben slid his other arm around Simon’s waist and pulled him close. “Look, I know you’re nervous about whatever this is, but I’m not planning to go anywhere. I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do. I like being with you, and I’d like to see where this goes. Hell, I want it to go somewhere.” He kissed Simon softly.
“You might not after tonight.” Simon leaned into Ben, the hardness of his erection very obvious even through his coat. Whatever this was about, Simon wanted Ben as much as Ben wanted him.
“Yeah, but don’t make that decision for me already.” Ben kissed Simon again. Warmth flowed through him, and he groaned aloud.
Simon broke the kiss abruptly. “We can’t do this here,” he said, trembling. His skin was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. He started to lead Ben back to the car. “Please.”
“Okay. But once we’ve talked and you’ve told me whatever…” Ben felt himself grow bright red. God, he sucked at this. “You’re okay, right? You’ve been tested? I haven’t been with anyone for a couple of years, and—”
“I’m not contagious, Ben.” Simon opened the passenger door of the car for him. “You’re not going to catch anything from me, I promise.”
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