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Ocean Depths. By Roofles

Lucas fiddled with the lock several times, trying one key after another, mumbling under his breath the whole time. Again he rotated through the mix of keys trying to find the right one.

"Car key. Bike lock. Work key. Office key. Lock box. Safe. Sister's key. Mum's key. Old garage key, old apartment key, old neighbor brothers cousins house key. Two of the same key for Carlson's door....why do I even have these?" He stopped, looking at all the keys. Rubbing a finger up and down the one he held in his hand. A dull chipped copper one. He laughed a little bit, as he wiped a hand across his cheek. Just staring down at the keys in his hands and how foolish this whole thing was. This whole day had been. What an idiot he had been.

A crack above seemed to have ripped the sky itself apart, making him jump. He cursed as the keys slipped through his fingers, clanking against the ground. Thunder cracked above loudly and within the few silent seconds that passed a sheet of rain poured down on the world below. A thickening blanket obscuring the world around him.

Lucas just stopped and looked up at the night sky watching as the rain fell. Again the thunder boomed, a flash of light illuminating the world around him for a half second, illuminating the world hidden away from his prying eyes in that nightly viel of rain. Then darkness once more. The porch light flickering on and off, a light that couldn't even penetrate the dense rain that had set.

Every inch of him had become soaked, sodden in the rain from the scarf around his neck to the vans he wore. It had been a foggy morning and a chill afternoon. Of course the weatherman would leave out the rainstorm that would hit that night.'Sunny skys my ass,' he mumbled hitting the door in front of him.

"Just my luck," his thoughts continued closing his eyes. "Pour salt in the already gapping wound, huh?"

A creak of the old apartment door next to him opened up and a familiar clank of cans jingled in the same clear plastic bag like every tuesday night. Snow or rain, at least Carlson was someone that was trustworthy in his routine.

He stood there hopping the rain would mask him from view, hopping that he had just tossed the cans out without looking, without even noticing that someone was only a few feet away. "But of course no such luck," he thought as he looked over at the otter.

Owen J. Carlson. Otter. 6'3. 235, light hazelnut fur. Deep sapphire eyes. Slight curley dark blonde hair. Lucas had only ever seen him in a white wife beater and those baggy tan shorts. He never wore shoes, never had need for the fashion statement in front of his eyes. No hats. No gloves. No dyed fur. A man that didn't need to doll himself up to get noticed. A man that seemed to have the world going for him. And here he was in the middle of the night; locked outside his apartment in the rain no less.

"Need a hand?" The otter said peering out the door looking over at him. His hair was already getting soaked, each strand curling before his eyes. Once straight medium length hair, now a bundled forest of curls.

"That obvious?" Lucas rubbed the back of his neck, unable to meet eye contact. He bowed his head a bit ashamed as he knelt down and picked up his keys. "Got locked out of my own apartment, heh." The laugh was hollow and he was glad for once that it was raining because he was sure tears were now running down his face.

The otter took a few steps outside, placing a friendly paw on his shoulder and guiding him over to the opened apartment. "Got a pizza in the oven, cold case of beer unopened on the table and half a dozen channels to finish flipping through." Carlson said a bit forced and strained as he kept an eye on him.

It was rather apparent when someone was standing in the rain, unable to even open their own apartment that it just wasn't that persons day. It must've been the second or third time they've shared more then a friendly hello or 'have a nice day' and this is the state he had to be in for it. Lucas was always bad at first impressions but this was just rediculous.

The apartment was warm, he could feel the heat before he even had a chance to take a step inside. Lucas hesitated as he looked at his leg, dripping wet leaving a puddle on the lamenated door pad.

"Sor-," Lucas had began but a forceful paw had taken it upon itself to push him the rest of the way in. One last crackle of thunder above before the door slammed shut behind the two.

Awkwardly Lucas stood there shifting his weight from one side to another as he watched his host fiddle with the locks. He felt foolish just standing there, watching him. Carlson walked past almost as if forgetting he was even there. Lucas felt even more foolish. He had been staring the whole time.

Carlson was physically built. Lucas wasn't sure what he did for a living but he knew he had to at least go to the gym several times a week. Broad shoulders and arms, a thick torso and lean stomach and the lower part he didn't even want to think about. His limbs were a bit shorter then normal he noticed but the sheer length of his body made up for it.

Lucas shook his head trying to clear the thoughts coursing through his mind. A towel hit him in the head, as he heard a laugh in front of him.

"Your not a dog, don't shake in the house. At least wait for a towel!" Carlson joked. Friendly and humorous about the situation at least. Though it only built the guilt Lucas had in his chest. He didn't want to ruin his neighbors night by being here.

Lucas felt even more down as he dried his head and worked his way down. It was only when he wrapped the towel around his waste did he notice that his host had been watching the whole time.

"Although its a nice scarf," Carlson said when he noticed Lucas had noticed him. "Buuuut," he tooked a few steps forward and took the scarf in paw, "lets get this off ya'?" The scarf clung to him like wet towlet paper; peeling the layers off and crumbling it into a ball Carlson tucked it under his arm.

He motioned for him to follow and headed down the hallway. Lucas hesitated again, trying to soak up as much of the water as he could before following the otter into the first room to their right. Carlson was leaving a small trail of water himself but it was his apartment, he could do what he wanted in it. Lucas just felt bad with every step he took unsure if it would be best to follow in the otters steps or make his own puddled path.

The bathroom was an exact copy to the one he had. A simple sink, toilet, shower combo with a rickety old mirror medicine cabinet. The tiles on the floor even seemed to match the ones he had; every grime spot and stain, tear or leaky patch. The only exception was the added on towel racks, self done from the shotty job he assumed, and clothes hamper. The simple woven box sat next to the door lined with a clear gabbage bag.

Carlson unraveled the scarf stuffing it into the cloths hamper, "none of my cloths are in there. New bag, no worries." He motioned with a paw at him. He clarified after that awkward silence that seemed to be his theme song for the day.

"Coat." Lucas unbuttoned the coat and handed it to him.

"Shoes." He took them off, setting them next to the hamper.

"Socks," and he obeyed again. Carlson tossed them with the rest.

"Shirt and pants." Lucas stopped after unbuttoning his pants.

"What?" Carlson just looked at him as if he didn't hear the question.

"Your soaking wet, if you stay in those cloths your in now your going to catch hypothermia." The look in his eyes and posture had stiffened up, his voice was straight forward. Serious. Lucas was almost afraid. It was a totally different man than he had met before. He didn't think it was that big of a deal, however Carlson defiantly did.

"R-right," Lucas undressed down to his unders and felt even more awkward than he ever had been in his life. It reminded him of high school, his first days in the joint species locker room. He really wasn't sure why he felt so uncomfortable with it. He was an open minded guy...he thought. Sure his parents would probably kill him if they could see him right now, and he was sure a few of his friends would question the notion of it all. But he did it like the other guys in the locker room. But here it was just the two of them. He wondered though if it was just another human guy would he be having the same problem? He wasn't sure.

He couldn't let the fact of what he was stop him from doing something like this. Not when it was a health issue, and after everything he had already done for him it would be...rude. Still Lucas couldn't help the flush that had taken his face as he stripped the cloths off. They quickly ended up in the hamper, Carlson very proffessional about the whole ordeal.

"Go ahead and remove the briefs too," Carlson said as he took another towel off the hook and pushing it into his hands. He still had that look on his face as if he had just done something wrong. "Take a shower, warm yourself up a bit I'll get some of my old cloths for you, so you have something you can wear until we can contact the landlord tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Your locked out of your apartment tonight? During a thunder storm. Your staying here unless you got somewhere else you can go." Lucas silence was enough of an answer for him. "Look," Carlson face relaxed and those round ears twitched. He ruffled his head fur, sending droplets of water everywhere. "I'm honestly just worried 'bout you is all. You guys don't got no fur an its just, well..."

"Sorry," Lucas said . "I just...just didn't want to be a burden is all."

"The only burden your going to be is if you don't stay here, k? I'd be worried sick if I just let yah walk out right now," he smiled giving a lofty shrugged. His whole demeanor had changed, the atmosphere itself seemed to have changed as the air between them ease up. "We're neighbors!" He boasted loudly making Lucas jump for a second as a large and damp arm wrapped around his neck. "We got to look out for each other!" He laughed loudly, a bit too loudly. Forced even.

"I'll go get those cloths for yah, go ahead and jump in take as long as yah want! Don't even got to pay me back this time!" He chuckled slapping a large webbed paw against his back before slipping out of the room. He could still hear him nearly bouncing down the hallway with his heavy footsteps.

Lucas rubbed his back as he looked behind him. "What a strange fellow," Lucas said to himself as he looked back into the mirror. His hair was poofing out in some places while others spots were still damp, matted down. He brushed his bangs out of the way trying to get a good look at himself. Mid-twenties and still going to school. Working part time here and there, what ever to put bread on the table. Brown hair, green eyes. Soft features and a lip ring at the corner of his mouth. Half cut glasses still slightly damp with rain water, on silver rimmed lenses. Slight chest hair, a happy trail and all. Basic. Ordinary. A dime a dozen. Thats what he saw. Someone like anyone else. He set the towel down and slipped out of his last article of clothing before getting the shower warmed up.

It was defiantly a nice change of pace he had to admit. He was sure he had done something wrong for a second there but he was glad that he didn't upset the large otter. He wanted to keep on good terms with the otter, being a next door neighbor and all he thought it'd be best thing to do. He adjusted the knobs again before submerging himself under the stream of water from above.

Each droplet stung, the warmth rushing back to his limbs. His shower never really seemed to work well with the inbetween. You either got scalding hot or freezing cold. There wasn't a happy middle. Such a simple thing seemed to make all the difference, the unease stress in his shoulder was loosening up. Fading away. It was nice to just stand here. He could loose himself in the shower, it wouldn't have been the first time.

There was a brisk serious of wraps on the door. "I'll set the clothes on the hamper for you," Carlson said loudly over the water. Lucas thought he stayed a bit longer then he was comfortable with but when he looked over his shoulder through the blurry clear drapes no one was there with the door slightly ajar like it was before. Maybe he was seeing things, or maybe he was hoping that had been the case. That someone at least wanted to take a second look. How arrogant, how stupid... He thought resting his head against the wall. The water ran down his back and for a few seconds he was able to forget today an the mess it had all been.

He clutched his chest looking down at his feet. Tonight was just not a good night for him. After everything, he was just looking for something that wasn't there. Something that had never been there... He stopped and closed his eyes as he realized it. It was never there, he just wanted to see something...that just wasn't ever going to be. That was all. This whole time he was seeing how he wanted it to be not how it was.

He felt a bit better as he turned off the shower and grabbed the towel, catching his reflection in the fogged up mirror. "Yeah, it wasn't that bad." He thought looking at himself in it for a second. He shut the drapes and dried himself off, opening them again and shutting the door feeling a bit foolish for forgetting about it. He wiped his face again getting the last droplets and caught a wiff of the towel.

It was slight, but he defiantly could smell it. The towel must've been the one Carlson had been using for the past few days. He looked over at the clothes and picked up the shirt, giving it a sniff as well. Likewise, slightly used. Maybe a half day to day or so. He looked at the towel again and hung it up shaking his head. "Guy needs to do the laundry more," he slipped the shirt on. It was a swamp green, a bit baggy for him but he found it to be comfortable nonetheless. Not as if he would ever be going out in it.

He slipped on the boxer and pajama bottoms. He smiled down at himself in the mirror, feeling a bit silly. The pajama's were blue with fishes all over them, some on sticks, some deep fried, some cut up on sushi. Lucas made sure to clean up a bit before opening the door. Giving himself one last once over before stepping out.

It was an exact replica, for the most part, of his own apartment just mirrored. He headed down the the hallway and knocked on the door. There wasn't a reply.

"In here." Carlson called from the adjacent room.

He knocked again before opening it slowly. The master bedroom had apparently been moved into the makeshift living room at the back. A large queen sized matress sat in the middle of the room pressed against the far wall and turned to the side. A nightstand rested on both sides. A tv cabinet was on the other side leaving little room to squeeze between the two. It would just be easier to crawl over the bed than to try an sneak by it.

In the middle of the bed, legs resting off the edge and leaning back on his arms, was Carlson. Shirtless and in a different pair of pajama bottoms that were identical to the ones he was wearing. While he had to triple tie the strap in the front, Carlson's pair was undone but fit him like a charm. Then again he had a tail to fill the gaping hole in the back. It had taken Lucas several tries to make sure they fit. He had been rather unsure of what to do with the arm size hole in the back.

The large otter looked over at him, a grin crossing his face. "You look good."

"Oh yes, I look fantastic I'm sure!" Lucas joked pulling the shirt away to show how much room he had inside. "I could fit two of me and one of you in this thing, why do you even have it?"

"So I can fit one of me and two of you in it," he replied sticking out his tongue. He patted the spot next to him as he looked back to the television. Lucas was sure that he heard cartoons on a second ago but he must've changed it over the second he walked in.

A buzzer rang from down the hall, Carlson leapt to his feet nearly running him over as he ran past. "Pizza's done!" He called back as he skidded in his turn into the kitchen.

"Do you need any help?" Lucas called down but no reply.

Lucas waited for a few mintues but decided it best to just take a seat.

It was truly as if someone had taken a bedroom and a living room and slammed the two together. There was a desk in the corner, next to the tv set that was next to the dresser that had half of the contents spilling to the floor. Which had been quickly pushed into the corner as if someone, in the last minute, tried to spruce the place up. Books rested in sloppy piles next to one nightstand where dishes had been stacked. Cups, plates and a few bowls. A real mess.

He took a seat on the farthest corner as he looked around the room. His eyes drifting to the dvd's lining the bottom of the tv. On closer inspection, some turned out to be games. As he scanned the list he realized as he looked around the room again that this place was rather cozy. It held a musky tinge in the air, the windows were covered and the only light came from the television. But it was homely. A sort of den, he mused as he looked around. Wondering if all of 'them' tended to do something like this. A den. A homested. A place to get all nice and cosey. Lucas thought he might even steal the idea himself and make a nice place like this for himself.

He laid back looking up at the ceiling. It really was comfortable. Closing his eyes he let out an exhausted breath releasing the tension that had been building up all afternoon.

"Pizza, pizza, pizza," Carlson hummed happily to himself carry the plate in one paw over his head and the case of beer in the other.

He bounced his way into the room, nearly kicking down the door in the process.

Lucas sat up a bit watching the large otter bouncing on the heels of his feet as he popped a beer off with his mouth and tossed him the case. Lucas dove for it catching the 24 pack with a rather large "oof" as it landed on his stomach. He set the case down on the end of the bed and looked at him a bit disgruntled. Carlson didn't even seem to notice. He just jumped into the bed next to him, still holding the plate. Fumbling with the pieces as they almost skidded off, rolling over and using both paws to stabalize it. The beer can still in his mouth.

The two split the extra large meat lovers, 40/60. A reasonable option. Lucas didn't complain. No matter how one saw it the otter was bigger and this was his place, his pizza and Lucas was just glad he could put something in his stomach.

"Every man loves a meat lovers," Carlson had said as he plopped a rather large piece almost entirely into his muzzle. He didn't even need to fold it in half. However he quickly took it out cursing and fanning his tongue. "It vury hot."

Which Lucas tactfully replied with to his first remark. "Of course I'm a man who loves his meat!" Always glad to have the inside joke; it was lame each time but he enjoyed the simple things he could say every now and then. It was a nice bonus of it all. One of the few really.

"I couldn't live without meat myself," Carlson went on. "I need my protein man!" He grinned after taking the other half in a bite. The way his whiskers twitched and nose wrinkled, the way his lips sealed that muzzle shut but it still chewed perfectly fine. How the edges formed thin lips or how where each whisker met the fur was actually a very faint darker shade of brown. The way his ears poked out of that curley mess on his head. It was so simple and yet so different, Lucas couldn't help but watch him devour each slice with an intense curiosity.

Lucas met Carlson's eyes who in turn had been watching him. Lucas went back to looking at the bed, trying to be as nonchalant about it as possible. He popped a can opened and took a few big gulps before setting the can on the nightstand behind him.

"Is it that strange?" Carlson voice was a bit more timid then he'd had expected the large male could be or ever make. Lucas looked over at him. Carlson did notice him staring. He wasn't exactly being very subtle about it either.

"No, its just...I came over from the East, we don't have many of your k-, over there," he quickly corrected himself trying not to offend. "Its not weird at all, its cute. I mean normal!" He fumbled scratching the back of his neck again, biting his lip. He played with his lip ring with his tongue, a nervous habit. "I just haven't really...known any is all, but I'm glad you invited me over!" He offered with a smile. "I don't really know too many people over here. Its good to be able to make another friend."

"Friend?" Carlson said a bit stunned.

"Ah, I mean-," Lucas plundered. He could be rather blunt and even in the brief moments the two had bumped into each other Lucas had always found some kind of reassurance with the otter and without even really thinking of it thought of him as such.

"No-no your fine." Carlson waved both paws in front of him. His whole face brightening up. "Its cool, I think the same. Its nice to be able to know someone else around here."

"I mean we've known of each other for a month or so. N' its nice to be able to do this." Lucas was still trying to search for the right words for it all. How to say and what to say. He wasn't sure why it felt so strange. Awkward. Tense. It wasn't like this was the first fur he had ever met before. Then again it was basically the first fur he was in their bed with before.

"What? Its not like I could leave you out there!" Carlson said rolling his eyes. "Plus its a sad day when a pack of beer goes to waste! I may be a big guy," he laughed taking another slice of pizza. "But even I can't handle that much." He grinned with a slice of pizza in hand and another beer in the other.

Lucas grabbed another and clank the can against the one Carlson had and the two chugged them down. Carlson tossed the can to the side, Lucas neatly dropped his can to the side of the bed and out of the way.

"So let me get this straight," Carlson asked grabbing another can. "I'm the first one you've seen or what?"

Lucas shook his as he took another bite. "Your like the hundreth I've met, just the first thats ever offered to say anything more then a 'howdy do'," he laughed as he took the can on the nightstand and took another sip. "Daily routine these days, no one just pulls you out of the rain feeds you pizza and starts up a conversation."

"So like I'm your first?" Carlson grinned at his own stupid joke, the fourth can being tossed over his shoulder, clanking against the wall.

"My first? Ha! I lost that a long time ago," Lucas said feeling himself begin to relax. He finished the can and a little less neatly dropped it next to the first. He grabbed another one from the case.

Carlson had laid a bit out, one leg on either side of him now the plate of pizza off to the side seemingly forgotten. His blue eyes looked at him a bit amused as he leaned back on his arms. Lucas became fully aware of the fact of the lack of clothes the otter had on at this point.

"Do you have any...inquiry?" Carlson grinned a bit foolishly. He lifted his leg and wiggled his toes nearly in Lucas's face, nearly stumbling off the bed in the process. Lucas had to grab the otter's leg holding him on it as one of Carlson's arms slipped off the side. The two stopped and looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

Carlson scooted a bit closer and leaned in, trying to keep his 'cool guy' face on even after his plunder. "Well?"

Lucas rolled his shoulders as he thought about it, which only made him think about why he was thinking about it in the first place. Why was he interested? I mean its just a bit of a physiological difference, I mean the only real thing he was wondering was the obvious -,

"Your tail?" Carlson blinked a few times and broke into a wide smile. He flipped over, nearly hitting Lucas with his leg, and wiggled his butt at him. The long rudder tail swishing back and forth.

"This old thing?" Carlson asked looking between his legs at him now, "I've had it since I could remember. I don't think its so special, though you guys don't...how do you even keep your balance?" Carlson thought allowed as he was on all fours looking at him between his own legs. He looked like a fool as his eyebrows raised at his pondered thought.

Lucas blinked a few times before bursting out laughing. He just looked so ridiculous. Just the way he curled up on himself so he could look under his own legs, how each leg was almost up in the air and just the look on his face. Lucas looked at him again, still amused over the situation. And before he knew it he had touched the tail. He could feel it tense up at first before becoming soft and flued in his hands.

He stroked it, rather embarrassed, feeling that thick fur on top. His fingers probing underneath finding the second layer of fur to be incredible soft, and warm. It wasn't at all what he expected. The skin was smooth and radiated heat. He let his fingers trace the fur, watching as it wormed its way between his fingers as he pushed against it.

"Its so...soft," Lucas said before smiling largely. "I'm jealous. I don't think I'd even need a blanket with this stuff!"

The otter frizzled a bit at the comment and pulled his tail away as he got back into his regular position, though a bit closer, his feet curling slightly around Lucas's back.

"Well let me see here," Carlson leaned in a lot closer brushing his paw across his cheek. Those soft pink pads rubbing against his nightly stubble. "I see what you mean, its all scratchy." Carlson said goofily holding a silly smile of his own. "Not soft at all."

"Well sorry!" Lucas acted offended, "The rest of it is," he said bowing his head a bit.

Carlson didn't need another reason as he leaned even closer letting both paws run through his hair. He breathed in sharply, as he twisted his fingers around before pulling them back and looking at his paw. "Your hairs better then mine," he said gloomly.

Lucas looked at him for a second before running his hands through that curley head of fur. It was a bit rough in comparison to that underfur but it wasn't much different from the outer layer. He trailed his hands down rubbing his shoulders, making sure his fingers got underneath that thick fur to the softwarmer underneath.

He rubbed them reassuringly, enjoying that soft feel with his buzz. It was really, really soft. Lucas wanted to rub his face against it and the thought made him giggil a bit. He was always a light weight. "Your bodies covered in this stuff, a little head of hair is nothing. Your whole body is soft and warm!"

Carlson twitched his tail, his paws shaking as he hesitantly returned the favor. Slipping his hands into the neck of the shirt and rubbing his shoulders.

Lucas backed up a bit at the touch, looking to the side. Carlson ears drooped as he complied and backed up a bit.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so..." Lucas said softly.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?" Lucas looked up at him a bit stunned.

"I've heard humans have 'body fur' as well, I want to see." Carlson was glaring at his own shirt that Lucas wore as if he was trying to bore his sight underneath.

"W-well," Lucas gulped feeling his face grow warm. This wasn't exactly what he had planned. He had backed away, the alcohal was getting to him. He could be such a light weight and those thoughts... he shouldn't be thinking were popping up again and again. The shirt was quickly growing stuffy. It would just be better if he slipped it off, so he did. The apartment was already warmer than he usual had his and the old shirt was getting a big muggy.

Carlson's eyes lit up as the shirt was tossed to the side. He didn't even wait for permission as his greedy paws reached out and rubbed his chest. "This is," that webbed paw resting on his chest. He scooted a bit closer, looking down his belly now. A finger gliding down his front, the dull nail trailing along his skin, dipping into his belly button. It scratched softly as it followed that happy trail down hooking into his belt.

"Do you have fur down there?" Carlson looked up at him, a lot closer than he probly meant to but that quizzical expression on his face was an honest curiousity about it.

"Its not fur, per-say. But yes..." Lucas breathed deeply, a little too aware of the fact that the paw was now more or less resting on his soft bulge a claw still hooked in the pajama's that weren't even his.

"I don't, I mean we don't. The fur lessens as it nears it... the inner most thighs are nearless furless except for the sheath n stuff." Carlson mumbled looking down in a bit of a drunken stupor. He was staring a bit unshamely at him now, his nose all scruntched up as if he was mulling the whole situation over. "Otters got fur everywhere. Lots of others don't."

This finger pulled a bit, as Carlson tried to take a peek.

"H-hey now," Lucas said pushing his head back, and in turn Carlos dropped his head, his nose nearly bumping into his own paw resting on his pants.

"Mhm..." Carlos growled playfully, "you don't seem to mind-ing to much," he slurred looking up at him wickedly, a sly smile playing across his muzzle. He scooted closer, their bodies practically touching now. His legs wrapped around him, Lucas own legs having to rest on Carlson's thighs.

Carlson looked at him eye to eye. He licked his lips enticingly, seductively and as a wild animal would watching his prey. His muzzle practically a hairs inch away from Lucas's lips.

It was apparent how much larger he was than him then. Even with his more shorter limbs, his long sleak body made things all too clear how much their difference in size. His torso almost twice the length of his own, as he pressed chest to chest against him staring into his eyes. His muzzle so close he could feel him inhaling with each breath.

Lucas looked into those eyes, deep ocean tranquil eyes that stared at him with something he hadn't seen by another before. A longing that he only ever saw in his own reflection, wether it was from desire, lust, need or something more he wasn't sure. But as he was now, after the day he had. After being practically rescued by this man he didn't have the heart to say no; or rather his body wasn't willing to let this chance slip by.

"Wether it last or not," he thought as his lips pressed to his. "Wether it works out or not," He felt his muzzle open, "if we end up together or not," he returned pressing a bit more opening his mouth to him. "If I'm hurt again," a large arm wrapped around underneath his own pressing his upper back into Carlson's chest. "If its just a rebound," the other carressed the side of his face gently as he closed his eyes, feeling their tongues meet. "He's worth the risk," and at the time thats what he truly thought.