Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 22:40:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tricia <tricia@juxtaposefantasy.com>
Subject: "A Simple Seduction"

A Simple Seduction
copyright 2005 by T. Owens

*this appeared originally under the name "Just a Kiss". It has been
rewritten with original characters. This may not be reproduced or
distributed without permission of the author.

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"Will you let me seduce you tonight, Christian?"

Christian spewed a mouthful of ale across the table. Wiping his mouth with
the back of his hand, Christian set his mug on the table.

"Right, sure. Fuck me senseless. I guess you're buying my drinks tonight,
then?"

Ben grabbed a cocktail napkin and cleaned up the mess his friend had
made. "I'm serious," he said lightly.

Christian sighed. Hanging out with Ben was an exercise in patience. Chris
could never tell when his friend was joking and half the time he guessed
wrong. It was funny when Ben turned his wit on someone else. It was
frustrating and irritating when it was focused on him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Christian sighed, studying his
friend for the twitch of blue eyes that would give away the joke. He and
Ben shared a closeness that he'd never experienced with anyone
else. Normally, he was pretty good at reading Ben. Tonight, perhaps
Christian had had a few too many. The other man was a mystery to him.

Ben grinned, sitting back in his chair to face Christian. "Too bad the
costume people won't let you take that Puck outfit home with you. You look
too cute in it. Almost convinces me you could be a girl if you wanted to
be."

"Fuck you," Christian shot back, taking a healthy swig.

"Nah, you know I like it the other way around."

Christian made a mock grimace. Ben's homosexuality never bothered him, but
it was fun to pretend that it did. "You're a sick bastard, you know that?
Sodomy is a sin. My grandma told me so. You're going straight to Hell."

Ben rolled his eyes as if considering. "Well, if all the cute gay guys are
going there, it might not be so bad, you know. Constant orgies."

"Jesus," Christian muttered and laughed. He knew his castmates thought *he*
was nuts, but they didn't know Ben. To them, Ben was this romantic
intellectual who'd been accepted to UC Berkely as an English major, but had
sucked it up and gone to the local college so he could help out in the
family store. But Christian knew Ben could be the pervert of all perverts
when he wanted to be. Not to mention more reckless than Christian by far.

"So come on," Ben needled, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the
table top. The bar's lighting caught the reddish highlights in his brown
hair. "Let me give it a try."

Christian shifted uncomfortably. He caught his reflection in a mirror
behind Ben's head. He didn't look like the confident drama major who'd just
kicked ass in the community college's latest performance of "A Midsummer
NIght's Dream". He looked like a blonde skinny guy who'd had his buzz
rudely and abruptly interrupted.

"Give what a try?" he mumbled, glancing around in the hopes of finding a
cute girl to have the excuse to go hit on.

"Seducing you."

Christian looked back at his friend. Ben stared back, his expression
blank. Christian didn't trust him farther than he could throw him. He'd
learned that early on about his friend. As soon as Ben began pushing for
something, Christian knew to be on his guard. "I really don't need this,"
he began. "The play drained all my energy. I don't have the brain power to
decipher your games, Ben."

A little of Ben's playful demeanor faded. "I suppose I should have let you
join your castmates at that other bar instead of hogging your time."

"No, no, it's not that at all," Christian quickly reassured him. "I'm glad
you're here.  I'm relieved you're here, truth be told. I know it's
difficult to believe but drama majors can be so dramatic." Ben rolled his
eyes. Christian grinned. "Throw in some drama queers and I'm ready to jump
in front of a bus. I want to be here with you, Ben. I'm just not so sharp
tonight, that's all. I can't figure out the game you're trying to play.  I
guess I'm a bit of a dud right now. Sorry."

Ben smiled, a fond smile that Christian knew his friend spared only for
him. "That's all right. I don't blame you if you're peaked. That's why I
came by, to help you loosen up after all that Shakesperean melodrama. What
with all those cross-dressers and fairies and confused men trying to poke
you with their big long swords--"

This time the ale came out Christian's nose. "Will you shut up!" he cried,
laughing.

"See?" Ben said in triumph, "I'm helping already. Look how relaxed you are
now."

Christian shook his head, smiling. He loved Ben. The man could turn any one
of Christian's bad days into something to rival his birthday. And
miraculously, Ben seemed to know exactly when Christian needed cheering
up. Just like tonight.

It was sometimes difficult to be a straight guy in the drama department. It
didn't help that their small town was a throwback to the fifties. Once he
admitted his major to people, he was instantly regarded with suspicion. He
was constantly having to prove he was interested in women otherwise he'd
never get a date and he'd get his ass kicked by the good old boys.  It got
old.

What a blessing, then, to leave the theatre tonight and find Ben, his
childhood friend, standing in the parking lot waiting for him. Ignoring the
fact that he was probably acting gay, Christian had thrown himself
delightedly into his friend's arms and kissed him on the cheek. Ben knew
who he was. Christian didn't have to prove anything.

Or so he'd thought.

Christian didn't trust the mischievous look in his friend's eyes at the
moment. Deliberately taking his time in finishing the last of his beer,
Christian waited until he'd set the empty mug down and pushed it away from
him before facing Ben.

"What is it?" he asked. "I don't like that look. I've seen it before and it
almost resulted in me getting a tongue ring."

Ben laughed gleefully. "I remember that. What a shame. I can't believe you
chickened out."

"I may be crazy, but I'm not *that* crazy," Christian replied drolly. "My
parents won't even let me get highlights in my hair."

"Mmm. What a shame," Ben said, eyeing him speculatively.

Something was up. It made Christian nervous. "Out with it, Ben. You're
beginning to get on my nerves. What's got you acting so strangely?"

"Strange?" Ben frowned. "Is that how you think I'm acting?"

No, not exactly. Ben was as he always was. Christian seemed to be picking
up more tonight, though. Ben was always cracking jokes and teasing
Christian in a pseudo sexual manner, but this time there was an
undercurrent of seriousness to the joking. Christian shook his head. Or
maybe he'd just had too much to drink. He and Ben shared a physical
closeness that certainly went beyond a normal friendship between men, but
it had never gone farther than that. Looking at his friend, admiring the
handsome features that always seemed to be smiling, Christian wondered why
not.

"Keep looking at me that way and I'll think you want me to," Ben said
casually.

Christian blinked. "Want you to what?"

Ben's grin was lazy and wolf-like. "Seduce you, remember?"

Unease skittered down Christian's spine. "You keep bringing that up," he
muttered, looking away. "Why is that?"

"You've never considered it?"

Christian knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he had never been very
good at that. "Sure I have. It never meant anything, though. I mean, we're
friends. If you'd really wanted me, you would have put the moves on me back
in puberty."

He wasn't surprised when Ben made a face. "I don't make a habit of taking
advantage of the confused, my friend. I wanted to wait until you'd figured
out what it is you want. However, it looks like that was a waste of time."
He suddenly smirked, his blue eyes watching Christian closely. "You're
right: I should have jumped you then. It would have spared us all this
wasted time."

Christian looked at him in surprise. "What are you talking about? You mean
you really want to? With me?"

Ben laughed. He laid a hand on Christian's knee. "Don't look so shocked,
Christian. You're my closest friend. You and I have done things most
friends never dream of doing. It's only natural that eventually I'd want
more."

More. Christian was definitely feeling nervous now. "I don't--I don't know
if that's what I want, Ben. I mean, I've never thought of you that way."

But the moment he said it, he realized it wasn't entirely true. Ben was
handsome. They'd kissed before, albeit as an experiment when Ben had first
come out. Still, Christian had wondered once or twice what it would be like
if they had kissed not because they were half-afraid, but with intent. What
would it be be like to share a kiss that really meant something?

The hand on his knee tightened, drawing his eyes up. Ben was looking
intently at him, as if reading his thoughts. Christian flushed. "You trust
me, don't you, Christian?"

Christian nodded without hesitation.

"Then let's give this a go. Let me try to seduce you. If it doesn't work
and you get turned-off, so what? We'll still be friends, right?"

Christian's mouth could barely form the words: "And if it does work?"

Ben's smile was purely sensual. "Then you and I get to have a bit of fun."

Christian felt his body become hot. Too much alcohol, he told himself,
trying very hard not to be unnerved by his friend's unexpected appeal. Who
knew Ben could be so damn sexy? Well, Christian did, actually. He'd just
never really cared to think too much about it. They were just friends--

"I'm not so sure about this," Christian hedged, forcing himself to look Ben
in the eye. It was difficult when Ben was practically devouring him with
just a look. "We're friends, Ben. I'm not sure I can think of
you...differently."

His pause declared him a liar, but Ben didn't call him on it. The other man
shrugged. "I'm not going to force anything that you don't want,
Christian. Come on, it's me. I just thought, well, we could have a good
time together. You're a hot guy and I'm damned sexy. I know you kiss
without drooling, so what's say we try it out?"

Ben's tone was light, but there was a tenseness behind it. Christian
suspected his friend wanted this more than he was letting on. If it were
anyone else, Christian would have said no in a heartbeat. But this was
Ben. For Ben, Christian would play along.

"Fine," he sighed in defeat. "I give in. Use your legendary powers of
seduction to woo me. I'm warning you though, as of this moment, I'm a
confirmed heterosexual. It's going to take a lot."

Ben snorted. "Please," he scoffed, "you've got bi written all over your
pretty little face. It was sooo obvious tonight on stage. You're just
waiting for the right man to make a girl out of you."

If Christian had been drinking, he would have choked. "Ben!"

"Hey, it's the truth. You just don't know it yet." Ben winked. "But you
will."

Christian knew his face must be bright red. Only Ben could get beneath his
collar this way. And if his friend had his way, he'd be getting beneath his
shirt as well. And his pants. Christian sucked in his breath. He didn't
want to think of that just yet.

"So, uh, when do we start?" he blurted.

Ben laughed at him. "Quit looking like a virgin being sacrificed at the
alter of my perversity. I'm not going to attack you, for fuck's sake. Give
me some credit."

"I don't think I've ever seen you putting the moves on a guy." Christian
thought hard. "No, I never have. I honestly don't know what to expect from
you."

"For you, baby, the best." Ben smiled at Christian's blush. "Just relax,
Christian. Enjoy the night. Let *me* worry about how this unfolds. You just
sit there and look sexy."

Christian rolled his eyes and obligingly ordered another beer. "I don't
know why I put up with you."

"I think you do."

Christian threw him a glance, but Ben had turned to a nearby table to
engage their friend Joey in conversation. It was just as well. Christian
really didn't need to be thinking about what he'd just agreed to. Seduced
by Ben? It should have been funny. Somehow it wasn't.

He drank in silence, feeling his weariness creep up on him. Christian had
always convinced himself he had indefatigable strength, but tonight the
effort was showing. The idea of a long hot shower and ten hours of sleep
was beginning to sound appealing. He turned and tapped Ben on the shoulder.

"I'm beat, do you mind if we left?"

"Hey, party pooper, some of us aren't ready to go," Joey protested with a
meaningful nod at the girl sitting at his table.

Shit. Christian had forgotten they'd all ridden here in Ben's car. He and
Joey still lived on campus and had ridden out here with the other man. Ben
saved him, though, by fishing out his keys and tossing them on the
table. "Here, you can take my car back. Christian and I will crash at my
apartment. Just bring back the car in the morning, will you?"

"Sure, sure," Joey replied, pocketing the keys. "That'll work."

Christian wanted to smile at his friend's smoothness. He couldn't though,
because the move had been orchestrated for him. His nervousness returning,
he made his goodbye to Joey and followed Ben out of the bar.

They paused on the sidewalk as Ben lit a cigarette. Christian stood
uncomfortably, suddenly preoccupied with how close he should be standing to
his friend.

"Will you quit it?" Ben said suddenly, flicking his lighter shut. "We're
friends, Christian. Nothing's changed. Quit acting like I'm about to jump
your bones."

"Sorry," Christian muttered. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his
jeans. "I just feel awkward. I don't know what you're going to do."

"Well, I'm not going to rape you on the sidewalk," Ben retorted, amused. He
took a long drag and released the smoke, all the while watching
Christian. "Will it help you relax if I shared my game plan with you?"

Relief left Christian weak. "Yes."

A corner of Ben's mouth quirked. He turned to look down the deserted
sidewalk. When he looked at Christian again, his eyes were darker. "You see
those streetlights?"

"Sure."

"Every time we come to a light, you have to let me kiss you."

Alarm and excitement met head on. Christian looked down the street and
tried to count the number of lights between here and Ben's apartment
building. There were a lot. Christian made a concerted effort to keep his
face expressionless. "Is that all?"

Ben's smirk showed he didn't believe Christian's act for a minute. "Sure,
Christian. That's all." When the other man started to visibly relax, he
added, "But if you or I decide to go a little further, that can happen,
too."

Christian didn't even want to *think* about what that could
mean. "Whatever. Let's just go. I'm tired."

"Glad to see I'm not the only one who's excited about this," Ben
quipped. Christian just glared.

As they began to walk, Christian did everything he could not to think about
the circle of orange light that loomed in the distance. Ben was chatting
amiably about something, but damned if Christian knew what it was. All he
could concentrate on was the sidewalk that passed too quickly beneath their
feet and the light that seemed to be rushing towards them.

"Fuck this," Ben said abruptly. When Christian looked at him in surprise,
he grinned. "You're staring at that light like it's the doorway to Hell."

"I wasn't--"

"Bullshit. Come on, Christian. Let's get this over with before you wet your
pants."

Before Christian had a chance to voice an indignant response, Ben grabbed
him by the arm and started running. Christian had no choice but to keep up
or risk being dragged along the concrete.

"You crazy ass!" he cried, laughing despite himself.

"You know you love it!" Ben replied cheerfully.

In seconds they were within the sphere of light. Breathless with laughter,
Ben kept his grip on Christian's arm as he turned to face him. Christian
was smiling because Ben was. "Are you ready to be swept off your feet?" his
friend asked, leering.

Christian grinned. "Give it your best shot."

Ben's smile faded, though the light of laughter was still in his eyes. He
stepped closer and Christian's smile disappeared, his hesitance
returning. The air was cool against his palms, making Christian realize his
hands were sweaty. Unconsciously, he held his breath as Ben's azure eyes
filled his vision. The laughter was gone, Christian saw. His friend's
sudden gravity made Christian nervous.

"Just a kiss," Ben murmured.

If it was meant to reassure, it didn't. Christian tensed as his friend
leaned forward.

He expected the crush of lips against his own. What he got was something
different.

Ben didn't touch him. The firm lips that Christian had kissed years ago
hovered just above his mouth. They waited there, as though
considering. Their breaths intermingled, the air brushing across
Christian's lips in a prelude to a kiss. But it never came.

"I think about kissing you all the time," Ben whispered against his
mouth. "Did you know that?"

If Ben was expecting an answer, he was in for disappointment. Christian's
throat had gone too dry for him to speak.

Neither of them had closed their eyes. Christian was afraid to lower his
lids as Ben's lips moved around the perimeter of his mouth. He tried to
read Ben's intent as his friend's mouth circled, close enough to provide
the sensation of touch, but never actually doing so. Confused, Christian
pushed his lips forward just slightly, encouraging contact. But Ben wasn't
interested. His dark eyes on Christian, he continued to ghost the other
man's skin so closely that Christian's flesh tingled.

"I want to taste you," Ben murmured, the movement of his lips as he spoke
the only friction Christian was allowed. "I've wondered what you taste
like, Christian. I hope that doesn't bother you."

What bothered Christian was this hold-out. It was strange. It was
unexpected. It was damn frustrating. Christian's every sense reached out
towards Ben, yearning for fulfillment. His entire body ached for just a
brush of contact. It was the oddest tease he'd ever received. It was also
incredibly effective. To Christian's shock, he felt his groin stir.

Ben pulled back. His mouth curved into a faint smile. He read the
frustration on Christian's face and his smile grew. "Next light," he said
brightly.

Unable to form a reply, Christian stared after him. Bastard, he thought,
watching Ben walk blithely away. What kind of game was this? Christian
didn't appreciate being teased. If this was Ben's master plan, the night
was going to be a short one.

Grumbling to himself, Christian caught up with his friend.

"Nice try," he commented acidly.

"Pardon?"

"You're not going to hook me that way, you know. Nothing turns me off
faster than a cock tease."

Ben raised an eyebrow. "Was that what I was doing back there? Teasing your
cock?"

Christian frowned. "Just shut up, will you?"

"You started it, loverboy"

"Just shut up, Ben."

They walked another block in silence. A car passed on the street, its
occupants shadowed. As they neared the light Christian was no longer
nervous. He was ticked off. "Do it right this time," he growled as they
faced each other beside the light pole.

Ben was trying not to laugh, which just annoyed Christian more. "Demanding
, aren't you? Never seen this side of you, Chris. Kinda sexy."

Christian's hands fisted by his sides. "Just shut the fuck up and ki--"

Ben's mouth cut him off. Christian's gasp of surprise was muffled against
the smash of his friend's lips. *This* was not the kiss Christian
remembered sharing with Ben. Then again, that had been a mere touch of lips
performed to satisfy Christian's adolescent curiosity over whether he might
be gay, too. At thirteen, that pretty much guaranteed it would be wrought
with fear and wouldn't be sexy. This kiss was another story altogether.

Ben was a masterful kisser. Christian had had no idea. Ben kissed him as
though Christian's mouth was a direct link to his cock. Which in a very
real way it was. Christian was stunned. He grew instantly hard as his
friend's tongue pushed boldly between his lips. He never intended to let
Ben become so intimate with him when this had started. But now he couldn't
imagine *not* opening to the questing tongue. It seemed so natural to allow
Ben into his mouth. It felt right to have that firm wet flesh slide along
his tongue and thoroughly explore him. To have Ben inside him. Intimate.

The lips which were pressed so tightly against his own lifted, Ben's breath
fanning across the moist flesh. "Close your eyes, Christian."

He hadn't realized he'd left them open. As they drifted shut, Ben's lips
found him again. With his senses narrowed, Christian could appreciate the
kiss all the more. This was being swept away, caught up in mindless
pleasure. Against his will, his hands crept up to Ben's shoulders and
gripped there. He felt like a drowning man. Ben was swamping him with
sensation. He was also the only one who could keep Christian afloat.

As quickly and violently as it had begun, the kiss ended. Christian blinked
in the light, forgetting, for a moment, where he was. He knew he must be
gaping like a fish as Ben stepped back. It was some consolation to see that
his friend was not unaffected. Ben's eyes were shadowed, but Christian
could still read the lust there.

Lust.

Christian didn't know quite how to handle this. Ben lusted after him and
he...what did he feel?

"How was that?" Ben asked in a husky voice that Christian had never heard
from him before.

Christian swallowed before answering. "Surprising."

Ben's mouth twitched. "I just tried to suck your soul out through your
teeth and all you can say is that it was 'surprising'? You're a tough nut
to crack, Christian."

"I'm not gay," Christian said without thinking. Silence fell. He
immediately felt foolish and immature.

"You don't have to be," Ben said quietly.

Christian cursed himself. "I didn't mean--"

Ben shushed him with a finger on his lips. "Forget it, Christian. I know
what you meant. It's all right. This is new to you. I understand."

Funny how Ben could understand when Christian didn't. He'd enjoyed Ben's
kiss. A lot. What did that mean? Ben apparently wasn't about to let him
dwell on it. "Come on," he urged, tugging Christian's arm. Confused,
Christian followed.

This time, Christian saw that the next light was nearly two blocks away. He
was relieved. It would give him time to sort things through. Or at the very
least, calm his racing heart.

"Did you like that?" Ben asked softly.

Heat burned Christian's face. He was grateful for the concealing
darkness. "I never knew you kissed like that."

"That's not an answer. Did you like it?"

"Don't force me," Christian said desperately. "Please, Ben."

His friend sighed, staring straight ahead. "All right. You don't have to
tell me. I'll find out for myself at the next light."

Christian was afraid to look at him. "What does that mean?"

"Wait and see."

At this rate, his heartbeat wasn't going to slow anytime soon. They walked
side by side, their shoulders and hands brushing every so often. It was a
casual contact that they'd made often in the past. Now, though, it seemed
more significant. Christian was suddenly more aware of Ben than he'd ever
been before. The way Ben's slender body matched him stride for stride. The
faint cologne he wore that Christian had teased cost more than the dates he
went out on. What would it be like to have that cologne transfer to his own
body? To be marked by its scent?

Christian's face broke out in a sweat. What was he thinking? This was Ben,
his best friend. And what about the fact that he wasn't even attracted to
men? Christian wanted to run. He wanted to hide until this terrible
confusion left him. But they had come to the light, and there was nowhere
to go.

Ben laid a hand along his cheek. Christian stood completely still, watching
his friend with wide eyes.

"You're trembling," Ben murmured, surprised.

Christian tried to shrug. "I'm nervous."

"You are, but you're also scared." Ben frowned. "Why? I won't hurt you. You
know that, don't you? This is supposed to be fun. You're supposed to be
enjoying this."

But I can't, Christian wanted to say. If I do, it will mean too much.

The hand on his cheek stroked him. "Do you want me to stop this? I
will. All you have to do is say the word."

Christian met his eyes frankly. "I don't know what I want," he whispered
helplessly. But the moment he spoke the words, he knew they weren't
entirely true.

Ben smiled gently. "Then let me try to help you figure it out. Just relax,
Christian, and let me kiss you.

"*Relax* and *kiss you* should not be in the same sentence, Christian
decided as he closed his eyes. The two were mutually exclusive. Especially
when it came to Ben.

He almost jumped when cool lips grazed his own. He tensed, preparing for
the demanding kiss Ben had shown him last time. But his friend chose to
take pity. Ben kissed him softly, gently. A tongue swept across Christian's
lips not to demand entrance, but to taste and soothe. Christian shivered at
the tender caress. His lips parted and his own tongue came out, hesitant.

Ben murmured in appreciation as their tongues met. The sound made
Christian's body tighten. He hadn't expected that. Hadn't expected to be
turned-on by the proof of Ben's need.

Before he could torture himself over that revelation, the hand on his cheek
moved to his hair, massaging his scalp. Christian sighed against Ben's
lips. It was a cue for his friend. Their kiss gentled even more, Ben
brushing his lips back and forth against Christian's open mouth until at
last he drifted away completely, planting soft kisses against Christian's
cheek.

"You're lovely," Ben murmured against his skin. He pressed kisses to
Christian's eyelids. "I always wanted to tell you that, but I never could."

"Why not?" Christian asked faintly. He caught back a moan as his friend's
tongue made a slow lick up the curve of his ear. "You've never--you've
never been shy before."

"It wasn't about being shy. It was about you. Because it would have scared
you off. Just as it's scaring you now."

"I'm not scared," Christian protested.

"Sure you're not," Ben said around a quiet chuckle. "That's why your body
is so tightly strung I could pluck it and hear music. Just relax,
Christian. Forget that it's me who's touching you. Imagine whomever you
like."

But Ben didn't get it. It was *because* it was Ben that this was happening
at all. Christian didn't let men kiss him beneath streetlights in the
middle of the night. It just wasn't something you did in a town that was
still pretty close-minded despite hosting a community college. But with
Ben...he would let Ben do anything. *Was* letting him do anything.

"This is where the kiss turns into something more," Ben warned against his
ear. "Feel free to stop me at any time."

Stop him! Christian's befuddled mind cried weakly. The only problem was, he
didn't know how. Didn't know how to argue when Ben's lips trailed wetly
down his throat. Didn't know how to object to the hands that rubbed
needfully against the small of his back. It was much easier to simply let
it happen and deny Ben nothing.

The hands on his back moved lower. After only the briefest of pauses they
settled lightly on his ass. Christian didn't know how he should be
feeling. He'd never had another man hold him this way. When the hands
cupped him more firmly, squeezing slightly, Christian told himself that it
was all right. This was just Ben, his best friend.  Just Ben who was
grabbing his ass. No big deal--

"Relax," Ben repeated against the pulse in Christian's throat. "Pretend I'm
Angelina Jolie or something."

Christian emitted a strained laugh. "I don't think Angelina would sink so
low, Ben."

A tongue flicked the skin at the opened V of Christian's shirt. "You want
low? I'll show you low."

It hadn't been a challenge, exactly, but Christian had no chance to debate
the point. A hand left the back of his jeans. He stiffened as Ben cupped
him between the legs.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, shocked.

Ben said nothing, a look resembilng fear on his face. Christian heard a car
approach. It turned the corner with a screech of rubber. The streetlight
blinded him. He couldn't see beyond its glare to the darkness of the
sidewalk. None of it mattered, anyway. Nothing mattered save for Ben's hand
on his groin, and the look on Ben's face that shouldn't be there.

Ben flexed his fingers ever so slightly. Christian gasped as blood surged
to his groin, filling his half-erect flesh. He couldn't believe it--

"Ben!" He clutched at his friend's shoulders as the fingers moved again
with more confidence. The hesitance of his flesh was no more. Christian was
as hard as steel.

"Thank God," he heard Ben murmur against his skin.

Christian understood at once the source of his friend's fear. He wanted to
laugh, but found himself moaning faintly instead as Ben stroked him
fully. Every nerve ending in Christian's body seemed to gather behind the
fly of his jeans. Each firm stroke of Ben's palm over the bulge of his cock
sent a wave of unbelievable pleasure coursing through Christian's body.

He staggered back until the cold metal of the light post pressed between
his shoulder blades. He leaned into the welcome support as a shudder of
pleasure worked its way up his body.

"Are you okay?" Ben whispered, nipping at the side of Christian's
neck. "Does this feel good?"

"You have to ask?" Christian gasped. He realized his fingers were digging
into his friend's shoulders and forced them to relax. "I can't believe this
is happening. I can't believe you're--that you and I--"

Ben rose up and sealed his mouth over Christian's, stealing his words. He
drove his tongue into Christian's mouth until both men were breathless. He
pulled away finally and said, "Don't let it spoil this for you. Pretend
it's someone else."

Ben started to lower his head again but Christian caught his friend's hair
and tugged him up. He waited until the glazed blue eyes focused on him
before saying, "No. I won't pretend it's someone else. It's you,
Ben. You're doing this to me and I--" he swallowed thickly, almost afraid
to speak the words aloud "--I'm enjoying it."

Once said, a dam of tension broke within Christian. He knew the
repercussions would be great if he allowed this to continue. How could they
not? His family had acted politely about the news of Ben's sexuality but
Christian knew they were relieved he had not admitted the same. It had been
hard enough for his father to accept his decision to follow an acting
career.

But Christian told himself he would deal with that when it came. This was
too new, too exciting. Tonight, he was willing to risk it all to feel what
it was that Ben wanted him to.

"That a boy," Ben said, grinning. "You always did have the biggest balls in
your family, Christian."

"Not quite, as you may end up discovering," Christian replied
bashfully. Despite his new acceptance of the situation, his face still
blushed pink. "You're going to have to help me with this, Ben. I'm not used
to being with another man. I don't know what to do."

Ben stroked his cheek. His eyes traced Christian's face lovingly. "Don't
think of it as another man. Think of it as me, Ben, your friend. Everything
will fall into place if you just keep that in mind."

Easier said than done. Friend or no, Christian was afraid to touch him. His
skittishness was apparent to Ben, who let his hands fall away.

"I think we've used this light up," he said, stepping back. "Let's go on to
the next one."

Ben took his hand and led him out of the light. Christian walked beside
him, trying not to think of the fact that he and Ben were holding hands in
public. It was dark. No one was around. No one would see them. But what
about when it was daylight and there were people around to judge, to
criticize? What would happen then?

"What are you thinking?" Ben asked.

"That I don't know where this is going," Christian replied honestly. "This
has caught me off-guard."

"Me, too," Ben said softly.

"What is this for you, Ben? Why are you doing this?"

His friend's step faltered. He swivelled his head to look briefly at
Christian then faced forward again. "If you can't tell..."

"I don't know anything, anymore," Christian said miserably. "I don't know
myself." And he truly didn't. In the course of an evening, his friend, whom
he thought he knew like a book, had sprung this upon him without
apology. What now? Did this mean Christian was gay? Were he and Ben
supposed to be a couple now? What?

"You'll drive yourself crazy trying to figure this out," Ben told him. "Why
does this have to be about you being with another man? Why can't it be
about you with someone who cares for you? Someone who wants to show you
pleasure? Why are you trying to label this?"

Christian stared at his friend's profile. "What do *you* call this?"

A flash of something that could have been pain crossed Ben's face. "I call
this love, Christian. Or sex, if that simplifies it for you. Sex between
two people, end of story. Male or female doesn't matter. It's attraction
we're dealing with, that's all."

Ben had always been like that, proud of being open to love a person of any
sex, race or social standing. Christian had envied it in a way. He'd
wondered what it was like to be so free with whom you chose to love.

They had come to the next light. Christian looked up at the buildings with
their darkened windows. What would happen if someone were to look out and
see Ben and him illuminated as though spotlighted on a stage? Would the
person be repulsed? Turned-on? Did it matter?

Ben took both of Christian's hands in his and stood facing him. The
lighting gave Ben's face a golden cast. He looked like a bronze bacchus,
tempting Christian to be decadent.

"This time I want *you* to kiss *me*," Ben said carefully, watching
Christian for reaction.

Christian had known it would come to this eventually. He knew there would
be a point when it wasn't enough for him to remain passive to Ben's
touch. Ben wouldn't allow that. No martyrs here, he'd say. If this happened
between them, it would be because both of them were willing participants.

If this happened.

All Christian would have to do was step away. Ben would understand. Ben
would never say another word about it and they would continue on as the
best of friends as if this night had never happened. Christian saw all of
that on his friend's face--the acceptance, the trust. But was that what
Christian truly wanted, to forget that the feelings he had discovered
tonight had never been? It seemed a travesty to throw away such an
unexpected connection. What he'd found with Ben was new and incredible
and...something he wanted to explore further. He could admit that to
himself now.

Christian squeezed Ben's hands. He drew forward. He waited until Ben's eyes
drifted shut before he closed his own eyes and pressed his lips to the
other man's. At first, Christian told himself to pretend that he was
kissing a girl. But that idea quickly vanished because kissing Ben wasn't
like kissing a girl at all. Ben's lips were firmer. They didn't give way
like a girl's did, they returned the pressure evenly. And a girl didn't
have the faint stubble Ben did that electrified the sensitive skin around
Christian's lips.

So Christian told himself to accept that it was Ben he was kissing. In the
end, it made everything easier. He loved Ben. Loved him as a brother and as
a friend, and here now was the missing element to make that love
transcendent. Ben groaned as Christian traced the seam of his lips with his
tongue. It was a sound that ignited Christian's senses.  He loved making
Ben sound that way. He loved being the reason for it. He loved Ben.

Acceptance made him sigh into Ben's mouth.  He tightened his hands around
Ben's and kissed him in a way he had never kissed a woman. He kissed Ben as
he would never kiss another human being. His lips moved urgently against
his friend's, seeking, longing. He wanted to be a part of Ben, to meld
their bodies so that whatever hardships or pain they encountered in the
future they could face together as one.

He kissed hard, awkwardly, blindly needing--until Ben took control of the
kiss with a throaty growl. Christian welcomed the mouth that tore at
him. He moaned helplessly as Ben swept him away. Ben, who would always take
care of him. Ben, who would make sure nothing ever hurt him.

"Do you know? Do you know?" Ben gasped like a mantra against Christian's
lips.

Christian didn't need to ask what he meant. "I know," he whispered back
before his lips were crushed in a bruising assault.

Desperation was in the kiss and Christian hated that it was there. He
wanted to reassure Ben that he needn't worry. Christian loved
him. Christian wouldn't leave him. The words were lost though, as Ben
consumed him with his need. The tongue that plunged hard and deep into his
mouth asked for complete surrender to a passion Christian had never dreamed
existed in his friend.

"You're everything to me," Ben panted brokenly, planting hard wet kisses
over Christian's jaw, across his cheeks. "Tell me this is okay between us,
Christian. Tell me!"

Christian opened his eyes and clenched Ben's hands so hard his friend
winced. "It's more than okay," he replied, his throat raw. "It's what I
want, too, Ben. It is."

Ben's eyes blazed as though the light of the sun was trapped there. "Then
come with me, Christian. Come with me and let me make love to you. Please."

Fear of the unknown made Christian's knees tremble. He wasn't sure he could
handle what Ben was asking of him. But the look on his friend's face left
no option. Christian wouldn't have said no for anything. Not when Ben was
looking at him as though the world would end if Christian refused him.

"Yes," he said simply. "Yes."

In seconds they were tearing down the street, the streelights that had been
so significant before passing in a blur. Christian wanted to laugh, he
wanted to shout. He could do neither but hold on as Ben recklessly dragged
him to his apartment building. Through the lobby they ran, past the gaping
woman at the mailboxes, and to the first open elevator.

Even before the doors had completely closed, Ben was tearing at Christian's
clothing. Christian found himself caught up in the frenzy of the moment and
fought with Ben's shirt as well. They had managed to undo most of the
buttons of each other's shirts before the doors opened and they spilled out
into the quiet hallway.

Christian didn't know how they managed to end up in Ben's bedroom. He never
once looked up from his attempts to remove Ben's clothing. It was only when
he was shoved physically against the shut door of the room that Christian
realized that they were inside. That surprise was swiftly replaced with
blinding desire as Ben dropped to his knees before him.

Christian had no time for second thoughts. His head slammed back against
the door as his jeans were rippped open and Ben took him into his mouth.

"Oh, my God," he cried out, burying his fingers in his friend's hair. "My
God, Ben, what are you doing?"

His knees threatened to buckle as Ben's hot wet mouth completely enclosed
his aching flesh. Slickness and heat swept up the length of him, then slid
all the way down to the base. Up again to the hyper-sensitive tip where
Ben's tongue swirled, making Christian sob and gasp, then down again in a
firm wet grip that left Christian shaking. Over and over Ben repeated the
sequence. Up, down, swirl, suck. Over and over Ben took him deep into his
mouth. Ben ignored the hoarse cries for him to stop and the hands that
tugged frantically at his hair. He swallowed Christian as if he were trying
to suck the life from him.

"I've never--I've never..." Christian couldn't compete a sentence. He
couldn't breathe. Everything that came from his lips was short and
gasping. "Ben, please. Oh, God, Ben--"

He wanted to thank Ben, he wanted to beg him. He wanted to tell his friend
how incredibly amazing this was. In the end, all he could do was hold on as
Ben took him all the way down his throat. Desire sparked along Christian's
nerves like a current that had gone haywire. It flared and caught fire,
searing his senses into ash. All it took was one more flick of Ben's tongue
over the head of his cock to push Christian tumbling over the edge.

He tried to call his friend's name but his voice failed, his throat
constricting as pleasure exploded throughout his body. He clutched Ben's
head hard, thrusting violently down the accomodating throat. As his orgasm
coursed through him, Ben pressed a finger between Christian's thighs,
against a place no one had ever touched before. It made Christian buck with
a sudden pulsing desire and empty himself with a wracking shudder into the
hot mouth that surrounded him.

He collapsed against the door, fine tremors making his knees wobbly. His
life force seemed to have left him. He felt drained and weak and curiously
elated. When he felt Ben straighten before him, he opened his eyes and
threw his arms around his friend's neck.

"Ben, that was, that was--" He struggled to find the words and couldn't.

He felt his friend smile against his cheek. "I know, Christian. I felt
it. You don't need to tell me."

Christian shook his head vehemently.  "You don't understand."

Ben pulled back, holding Christian as he ran his eyes over him. "I do," he
assured gently. He smiled, running his thumb across Christian's bottom
lip. "But this isn't the end, you know. I've got lots more to show you."

It was then that Christian realized how very taut Ben's body was against
him. Strain had etched itself onto his friend's features, the cause of it
pressing urgently against Christian's thigh. A little of his elation faded,
replaced with a growing apprehension. Christian knew that if he chose to,
he could return the favor just bestowed upon him and Ben would accept it
gratefully. He knew also, that it was not precisely what his friend wanted
from him.

"There you go looking scared again," Ben teased, but his brow was creased
with concern. "I will never hurt you, Christian. No matter what, you have
to believe that."

Christian met his eyes. "I do believe it. I trust you completely."

For the first time, a hint of nervousness appeared on Ben's face. "Then
will you let me take this further? I promise I'll make it good for you."

It was a promise he didn't need to make because in all the years Christian
had known him, Ben had never failed to take good care of him. It was what
made Christian cup his friend's cheek and say, "I want you to make love to
me, Ben. Be my first."

What looked suspiciously like moisture collected in the corners of Ben's
dark eyes. "No wonder I've fallen in love with you," he said thickly.

Christian couldn't find words to respond. He had known Ben loved him for
longer than he cared to admit. It had just been easy to pretend that the
affection and attention Ben paid him was borne of their close friendship
and not something deeper. It had been the cowards' way out, Christian
realized now. He'd been afraid to see what was there. Afraid, even, to
acknowledge his own feelings.

Upon reflection, it was obvious. It had to have been love that kept them so
close. Love that made them turn to each other when personal crisis
threatened to overwhelm. The veil of friendship was thin, Christian
saw. Between he and Ben, it had worn nearly completely away.

Finding his voice, he said, "I love you, too, Ben." He watched the joy wash
across his friend's features and Christian knew he had made the right
decision. Life was short. He wouldn't pretend any longer.

Wordless, Ben led him to the bed and pushed him gently back onto
it. Christian shoved off his jeans and watched, with a hunger that
surprised him, as Ben removed the rest of his own clothing. He had seen his
friend naked countless times before. It had been like looking at his
brother. Now, even though it was the same body Christian remembered, it was
somehow infinitely desirable. Now, it was a body whose purpose was to
pleasure Christian and to receive pleasure in return. Now, Ben's body was a
sensuous feast for the eyes, when before Christian had not allowed himself
to be hungry.

How different to look at a man's body and see it for the beauty it held. To
admire the way shadow sculpted the muscles of Ben's chest, and the way
light glinted off the single ring that pierced one of the dark
nipples. Christian ran his eyes down his friend's body and savored the
vision of a flat, firm stomach that did not curve inwards like a woman's
but ran straight and narrow into flat hips. So different, in many ways...

If Christian had had any doubts that he could be attracted to a man, they
vanished as his eyes fell upon the stiff column of Ben's cock. Who knew how
beautiful a man could be? That there was a delicate, curving grace to be
found in that rigid source of manhood? That such a piece of flesh could
inspire such naked longing in his own body? Christian licked his lips as he
noticed the silver sheen that coated the very tip of Ben's cock.

"I want to taste that," he murmured, rising onto his elbows. "You have to
let me."

Ben's laugh was hoarse. "The way you're looking at me now I'd let you carve
my heart out with a spoon." He climbed onto the bed, straddling Christian's
body. "Taste me, Christian. Wrap those lips around me and fulfill a
fantasy, won't you?"

Christian found it intriguing that Ben had fantasized about this. About
him. It made him want to revisit in his mind every interaction they'd had
together to look for the clues he had missed. He must have been blind...

Ben moved farther up his body until the head of his erection jutted over
Christian's face. Christian hesitated a moment, acknowledging that this was
a point of no return, then opened his mouth to let Ben slide into him. The
sensation of smooth velvet skin sheathed over impossible hardness was
unbelievably erotic to Christian. He groaned as Ben's flesh slid over his
lips and across the flat of his tongue. Ben tasted of salt and musk, an odd
taste that Christian found himself instantly obssessed with. Working more
on instinct than skill, he tightened his lips around Ben and used his
tongue to stroke up and down the heated length.

He was rewarded with Ben's sigh of pleasure. Christian knew he would
remember this--the moment when Ben first trembled above him, the flesh in
his mouth pulsing with desire. It was the moment Christian realized he
could give Ben pleasure and thank him for everything he had ever done for
Christian in his life. He tightened his mouth and took Ben
deeper. Experimentally, he reached up and gently massaged the twin globes
drawn tight against Ben's body. Ben shuddered and thrust forward
involuntarily. Christian gagged, then adjusted his head to allow greater
access. More comfortable, Christian set a deep, voracious pace upon the
cock in his mouth.

"Jesus," Ben gasped. His hands bracketed Christian's face as he looked down
with hooded eyes. The lust on his face as he watched himself being
swallowed by Christian was contagious. Christian's cock stirred, quickly
swelling to fullness.

For several moments Ben watched him, his lashes so low over his eyes that
he looked almost drugged. "You have no idea how beautiful you are right
now," Ben breathed. He stroked a trickle of sweat from Christian's brow. "I
could die right now, you know. But what a waste that would be when there's
so much more."

Christian did not expect Ben to suddenly pulled free of his mouth. Afraid
he'd done a poor job, he ran his tongue across his lips, tasting after the
other man.

Ben chuckled at his expression. "Your ego is intact, Christian. I had to
stop you or this night would end far too soon."

Christian looked at him archly. "Maybe that's what I wanted. To make you
lose control."

Ben eyed him possessively. "Is that so?" He slid his body down the length
of Christian's until they were lying chest to chest. Christian sucked in
his breath as their cocks rubbed against each other's. "If anyone's going
to lose control tonight, I think it's going to be you," Ben told him.

To prove it, Ben flexed his hips, dragging himself intimately against his
friend. Christian's eyes glazed over at the friction. It felt so
good. Better than he had ever expected another person's body to feel
against his own. Yet it wasn't enough. He reached down and clutched at
Ben's hips. Hesitantly, he slid his hands farther back to cup the firmly
muscled buttocks. Ben watched him as Christian pulled them tighter
together.

"You're not afraid any more," Ben said, delighted. He bent his head and let
his tongue trace the outline of Christian's mouth. "That makes me so
happy."

Christian tried to catch the teasing tongue with his lips and failed. "I
think it's time you made *me* happy, Ben." He clenched his fingers in the
other man's buttocks. "I want to feel you inside me. I want to try that."

Ben shivered against him, his eyes going black with desire. "I want to. God
knows how much I do. I might hurt you, though. It won't be easy your first
time."

Christian looked back with as much bravery as he could muster. "Love hurts,
Ben. Hurt me."

The flush of arousal broke across Ben's cheeks. He cursed beneath his
breath, but he didn't move away. "You're too much, Christian. You're too
damned much."

Christian smiled. He watched as Ben reached to the bedside nightstand and
fumbled in the drawer. He came up with a small bottle of Astroglide. He
dumped a generous portion into his palm and sat back. Missing the warmth of
the other man's body, Christian forced himself to wait patiently as Ben
coated himself with the lube. It was nerve-wracking when faced with the
all-too appealing sight of his best friend stroking himself.

"Hurry," he muttered, the ache in his balls becoming painful.

Ben's eyes flicked to him. Reading his friend's distress, he moved his
slicked fingers between Christian's thighs. "Try not to tense," Ben
instructed as the tip of his finger gently encircled the tightly puckered
entrance.

Christian shifted, aroused by the swirling touch. When the tip of Ben's
finger pushed inside, he forced himself to relax. At least, that's what he
told himself. But an invasion was still an invasion no matter how gently
Ben tried to make it.  When the other man's finger slid deep inside him,
the sensation was strange and more than a little uncomfortable.

"It will get better," Ben murmured. "Just wait."

Christian knew that he looked up at his friend with pleading eyes that were
certain to induce guilt. He couldn't help himself. He suddenly realized
that this was going to hurt. A lot. No amount of tenderness on Ben's part
was going to change that.

But he was wrong.

Ben knew what he was doing. That became apparent the moment the finger
inside Christian curved slightly and struck a spot inside of him that made
his entire body erupt with pleasure.

"Ben!" he gasped, clutching at the the sheets beneath him.

His friend looked down at him with pained amusement. "Does that feel good?"
Ben asked him, rubbing his finger against the spot for emphasis.

Christian's eyes rolled back in his head. His back arched off the bed as a
second finger joined the first. Both digits rubbed teasingly over his
prostate. "Fuck, Ben," he moaned.  "That's so good. Please don't
stop. Please."

"I like how you say that," Ben replied. The sudden husk to his voice added
to the desire spinning out of control within Christian. "I should have
guessed you'd be this hot, Chris. Look at how badly you want this. I don't
know why I waited so long to do this."

Christian didn't know either. Because if *he* had known Ben could create
such amazing pleasure for him, they would have been fucking each other from
day one.

Another finger pushed inside of him, stretching him. It hurt more this
time, but it was a manageable pain. He sighed, twisting against the
sheets. Christian peeled his eyes open to look up at Ben. Christian knew he
could have been embarrassed by the sounds that were spilling from his
lips. It could have been easy to feel vulnerable as his desire for another
man was revealed so blatantly. But Ben looked down at him not with derision
or ridicule but with hunger. Ben *wanted* Christian to lose control. It was
permission.

He allowed his need to show in every cell of his body. "Do it," he urged
desperately, pulling at Ben's hips. "I'm ready."

"No," his friend muttered, " you're not. But I can't help myself any
longer." Ben's face was shiny with sweat. Christian could feel the minute
tremors that shook the arm braced beside his head. "Remember that I love
you, Christian. Remember that."

Ben kissed him. His tongue slipped into Christian's mouth the same moment
his cock slid into Christian's body. Christian gasped against Ben's lips,
pain making him clench his eyes tightly. He heard Ben murmuring
encouragement to him, felt gentle hands stroking his damp face. All of it
was mere shadow to the fire that raged low in his body. He wanted to push
away, but Ben's hands caught him, holding him still.

"Just wait, Christian. Don't panic," Ben soothed.

"Ben, I don't know if I can do this," Christian gritted, opening his eyes
blindly.

"Just wait," Ben repeated, and his hand found the softened length of
Christian's shaft. Desire swelled like a rising wave as Ben stroked him to
hardness once again. Soon, Christian was pushing his face sideways into the
pillow, unable to bear the pleasure of his friend's touch. Without
conscious thought, he pushed back against the steel cock that impaled him,
sliding Ben in further.

Ben groaned and began to move. The first stroke stung until Ben shifted his
hips, changing the angle. Christian bucked as Ben slid across his prostate.

"Oh, God," he cried.

Ben grinned with obvious effort. "Better?"

Christian's answer was a throaty whimper. Between Ben's hand on his cock
and the swollen shaft that pumped into him, Christian thought he would lose
his mind. He writhed beneath his friend, clutching at Ben's buttocks,
urging his friend deeper.

"More," he panted, blinking sweat from his eyes.

Ben shook his head ruefully, his own breath harsh. "You're a greedy
bastard, aren't you? Should have known I'd be in trouble with you." But he
did as he was asked, drilling Christian hard into the mattress until both
men were groaning with the exertion and pleasure.

Christian lifted his legs around Ben's waist. He discovered that it allowed
his friend to reach an even deeper part of him. It was what Christian
wanted. He needed Ben to touch those places inside where none other had
been. He needed his friend to be a part of him.

He watched Ben beneath his lashes. His friend was close to his
release. Inexperienced as he was, Christian recognized the change in pace,
the shift from smooth and controlled to desperate and needy. His own orgasm
was almost upon him and he knew that it would be like none he'd had
before. It made him gasp, "Is it always like this?"

He bit his tongue as Ben drove deep. It was the move that undid
Christian. He clamped his teeth down around a desperate cry. Light exploded
in his head. Shudder after shudder tore through him, each more powerful
than the last. Ben stroked him swiftly, extending Christian's release until
it bordered on pain. He fell back into the sheets, warm liquid spiling
across his stomach.

He dragged his eyes up to find Ben drinking in the sight of him. "It's
never been like this," Ben gasped. "Only with you."  Then he thrust forward
one final time. Heat filled Christian's body. Amazed, he realized it was
Ben's seed pouring into him. Becoming part of him.

Christian unlocked his legs and let them fall weakly to the mattress. When
Ben left his body it was strange. And sad. He missed the connection. But he
knew that sex, just like dreams, had to end eventually.

Christian was suddenly filled with misgivings. He had just done something
that he could not erase. It would forever change everything. It had already
changed him.

A hand on his cheek turned his face. Ben was studying him with a frown, his
lank hair falling over his forehead.

"Stop it," Ben commanded. "I know what you're thinking. This isn't the end
of the world."

"It's the end of *my* world," Christian returned evenly, "the one I used to
live. What now, Ben? What does this mean for me? What does it mean for us?"

"It means we lucked out," Ben replied simply. His face held no regret. On
the contrary, he almost glowed with content. "Life will go on. You'll do
your thing and I'll do mine. And if at night you come home to me instead of
to some woman, so be it."

It seemed too simplistic. There was so much more involved with this, so
many consequences. Christian couldn't reconcile it all quite so
neatly. "But it's not that easy," he protested. He waved a hand at Ben's
body still draped over him. "We can't touch in public. We can't hug or
dance. To maintain everything that we want for ourselves--our futures, our
careers-- we can't do anything that normal couples do."

Ben's eyes softened and Christian realized that this was an issue his
friend had lain awake many a night dwelling over. "Christian," he said
quietly, holding his friend's gaze with a love that cherished, "would you
rather have someone you can dance with in public, or someone who loves you
with every ounce of his being and would give his very life for you?"

It was a question that needed no answer. Beneath Ben's calm regard,
Christian felt his panic gradually subside. It would be all right. He
nodded and laid his palm over the hand that covered his cheek. This was
Ben, who held no fear. Who could possibly share some of that fearlessness
with Christian and make him believe everything would be all right.

"Trust me, Christian."

He did. He would take a chance and love Ben. And he would trust his friend
to keep that love as bright and untarnished as it was this night.


The End

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