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cigarette.
    “Dax, damn dude. I’m so sorry, but you have to see everything’s not always like that though.”
    “I don’t dare get close enough to find out anymore.” He emphasizes his statement by slamming his fist on the table.
    “That’ s not fair.” I have to let him know it wasn’t his fault, and it’s not justifiable to blame it on himself. “It’s not fair to you, or too others. You have to get past this Dax, try to deal with it, realize it’s not your fault, and try to move forward in life.
    This is fucking tragic, so painful. I see a side to him way beyond his normal happy-go-lucky self, and I feel bad for him. I don’t know how to help him, or if I even can. I put my cigarette out in the ashtray, and take a sip of beer, hoping that something, anything comes to mind to. Before I can stop myself, the words blurt out.
    “Let me help you, at least let me try.”
    “Help me what?”
    “Learn that everything isn’t always about pain and hurt.”
    I stand to go get another beer, Dax does the same. He’s staring at me, studying me, but for what I’m not sure. I don’t wish harm, and I’m not trying to rush him into anything. He’s obviously figured out for himself that he avoids certain things because of the circumstances he’s been through.
    “Thanks, I appreciate that Damien. I really do. I’ve never really talked to anyone about this stuff, so I’m not sure why I am now, but thanks for listening.”
    Dax pats me on the upper part of my arm, and his hand slides down to my elbow. I stare into his dark blue eyes, and notice the black pupil is dilating. His eyes are soul sucking.
    His fingers begin to squeeze my upper arm, not hard, but in a sensual way. I take a deep breath. My hand in front of me, I touch his stomach. As Dax, massages into my arm, I slide my knuckles across his stomach a bit. Still not sure about what is going on, I wait. I can’t be the one to go first this time.
    Dax slides his hand up my arm to my shoulder, and I slip my hand to the side of his waist. I squeeze slightly, and he inhales a deep breath again. Fingers trickle to my face, and with the back of his finger, he strokes my cheek. I clasp his side tight. We both drop our heads.
    Forehead to forehead, we freeze. As his neck tilts to the side, I pucker. Like iron to a magnet, our necks twist to that special spot, where everything is unknown, but suddenly discovered, and we fit lips together, locking in a rage of passion. Our first kiss...my grip tightens around his waist, pulling him in close.
    I trace my tongue over his salty lips, parting them. My tongue nudges inside his mouth, licking the inside of his lips. I circle my tongue around to the top of his dipped lips on his mouth and back down, he darts his tongue to mine. I give him tiny flicks to his tongue, we play follow the leader. When I back away a bit, I feel his tongue hungrily force back into my mouth. I suck the tip, as I feel the wetness slither through my pursed lips. Fuckin’ Tease !
    He sucks my bottom lip between his pouty lips. I feel the tug, the wanting and anxiousness. Teeth graze the top of my lip, as he gently sucks such tender nibbles into him. I pull back, looking at him, and giving him a ‘fuck-me-goddamned sideways’ grin! His sultry-seductive eyes melt me.
    Pressing back against him, I delve into his mou th full force, not gently, but hungrily. My tongue thrashes against his, and I lower my hand to his groin.
    Rubbing through the material I can feel him swelling through the denim material. Dax moves his hand to my waist, and stops. I continue kneading him through his jeans, and then back away, waiting. It’s his move now.
    “Are you okay?” I ask because I’m really concerned.
    “Yes.”
    “Let’s go upstairs.”
    He smiles and closes his eyes. Finally , he nods.
    The phone rings, and Dax grabs it.
    “Hello? Hello?” He holds the phone out to his side in the air and shrugs his shoulders.
    We both look at the caller id…unknown