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his shoulders, pulling him close.
Letting himself be led into Ciaran s body, he turned and
rested his head in the nape of Ciaran s neck. He sniffled.
Somehow a new round of tears pooled in his eyes and one
rushed down a wet trail on his cheek.
 Please, talk to me. Heavy emotion filled Ciaran s voice.
He took in a deep breath.  Ciaran, h-he& we did th-things,
bad things, behind the schoolhouse.
Ciaran replied in a low voice, almost a growl.  He forced you,
didn t he.
He let a short sob escape. How could he tell Ciaran it wasn t
the case? How could he admit to him how he d looked forward to
their encounters? It would be so easy to just agree and let him
believe it was all the teacher s fault. He d done nothing wrong.
It s what his parents thought, what everyone had been led to
believe. But it wasn t true and Ciaran deserved the truth.  No, he
didn t, he said in a soft voice,  I mean at first, I suppose he did
a little. But I wouldn t say it was forced, maybe just strong
suggestion.
Ciaran gasped.  Wh-why did you let him?
Flinching, he drew himself back. He bit his lip while another
tear tumbled down to his jaw.  I-I don t know, Ciaran. He took
a deep inhale.  Maybe I was just curious.
Ciaran tightened his grip on Shannon s shoulders.  I m sorry.
I didn t mean to accuse you.
 But you might as well. I was just as bad as he was. I w-was
just as terrible. The first time I was a little scared, but I knew
better. I knew it was wrong and I didn t stop it, never even told
him to stop. Then after, I thought about it, all the time. I couldn t
wait for it to happen again. And it did, many times. Each time he
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did more to me, showed me more about what men can do with
each other. And I enjoyed it, asked for it even. You see, Ciaran,
seems I ve always had feelings for men. Well, for boys, a certain
boy, in fact. All I ever thought about was you while he did those
sinful things to me. His shoulders shook again while more tears
gathered and made their descent down his cheeks.  A-and now,
I-I ve gone and done the same thing to you that he did to me. I-
I m a m-monster, aren t I, Ciaran?
Ciaran took a sharp inhale as if something clicked inside his
head. He drew Shannon nearer while soft sobs released into his
shoulder.  No, you re not a monster. It s not the same, not at all,
because I love you, Shannon. Not like a friend, not like a brother
even, but like a lover. I honestly love you with all my heart. His
own tears mingled with dark hair.
His crying came to an abrupt halt. He was quiet for a second
and pulled away, peering with intense longing into his friend s
beautiful face. He had to see it for himself, had to be sure what
he said was true. Lifting his hands, he placed a palm on each of
Ciaran cheeks.
Ciaran looked back at him as if searching with wide eyes.
His thumbs traced arcs across the soft, wet skin, tenderly
brushing away Ciaran s tears. He thought he would burst and fall
over dead from the intense ache in his chest, the incredibly
intimate moment. And then he saw it, the remarkable love he
confessed to.  Ciaran, I-I love you, too. I ve always loved you,
ever since we were little. Even when I was with Mr. Flannigan, it
was you I loved, you I dreamt of being with. It was always you.
His eyes never left the lovely green eyes gazing back at him with
new understanding.
Lunging forward, Ciaran crushed Shannon s lips with an
urgent kiss.
He tumbled backward onto the bed with his head spinning.
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Kissing back with an intense hunger, he struggled to reposition
himself on the bed with Ciaran on top of him. His hands clawed
at Ciaran s shirt, lifting it from its confines. He plunged
underneath the thin fabric to ravage the soft skin. His hips thrust
upward. As his erection met with Ciaran s, it sent a pulse of
pleasure bolting through his system. His senses were full of his
lover, his Ciaran.
Moaning, he greedily consumed him. His lips moved across
Ciaran s jaw and down onto his neck. Sucking and nipping
tenderly at the sensitive skin, his lover s insistent groans swept
over his ears.
Ciaran writhed, grinding down onto Shannon as if trying to
gain as much friction as possible through the restricting fabric of
their trousers. His hands roamed his lover s lean body through
the thin cotton dress shirt as if unable to take the time to undo
buttons or get underneath.  Shannon, do it all to me,
everything, his voice pleaded.
He barely understood the request through his rapid assault
on Ciaran s neck. It was all he could manage to keep himself
from losing control with what they did already. It was all so
perfect, there was nothing left standing between them. All the
barriers were broken down completely. And what remained was
the sweetest feeling he d ever had. An ecstasy he couldn t even
have imagined. When the request did finally pass through his
mind and into his heart, it drove him even further.  Do you want
to enter me? he asked between increasingly heated bites and
licks on his lover s shoulder. He wanted to give it all to him now
and in turn, he would take his virginity.
Feeling Ciaran s actions slowing, he brought his head back.
A look of confusion rested on Ciaran s face.
Did he say something improper?  What s wrong? he asked
through ragged breathing.
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 I don t know what you mean. Ciaran s eyes filled with
apprehension and fear.
He kissed Ciaran on the mouth, pushing his tongue deep into
him as if to show him with his mouth what he wanted him to do.
 I want you, Ciaran. I want to feel you inside me.
Ciaran pulled away.  I m sorry, I just don t see how 
 I ll show you.
Ciaran looked away. His expression betrayed his uncertainty
and anxiety.
He placed his palm on his lover s cheek and guided him
back. Kissing him gently on the lips, he realized, maybe Ciaran
wasn t prepared for something so bold.  You re not ready.
Ciaran gave Shannon a look of apology.
 It s okay, I d never want to do something you re not ready
for. I can wait, there are so many other things we can do and I
do want to do it all with you. He rolled to the side, grasping the
bottom of Ciaran s shirt. He drew it up and moved to allow him
to shimmy out of it.
Leaning over, he gave Ciaran a warm, lingering kiss. It
quickly turned heated. The previous intensity between them
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