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flat belly. The dark thickness of it was in sharp contrast to the near absence of hair on the rest of his body. Jonas had never seen him shave, yet his face always looked like that of a sixteen-year-old, proud of what little facial hair he managed to cultivate on his chin and upper lip. Come to think of it, the rest of his body didn’t look much older either. Jonas ran his hand over his own chest in an attempt to satisfy his need to touch the other man’s skin and then got up as he knew it was futile.
    The bed dipped when he carefully lowered himself next to Nicky’s supine figure. Instinctively the young man rolled on his side and ended up almost on his stomach lying against Jonas. Jonas held still, looking at his lover sideways to see if Nicky was awake. He even shifted a little so Nicky slid onto his stomach completely.
    Nicky continued sleeping. Jonas could feel the warmth of his body, Façade
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    the softness of his silky skin and couldn’t resist turning to his side, his head resting on his hand. With the back of his finger, he caressed the rounded shoulder, which stuck out because Nicky had tucked his hands underneath himself as he’d turned in an attempt to cocoon himself. Jonas let his finger wander down over Nicky’s shoulder blade toward his spine and heard him mumble to himself. It was warm enough in the room to lie there naked for a while before it started feeling cold to the skin, but Jonas saw goose bumps forming all over Nicky’s back and arms. The young man snuggled closer and murmured, “’s cold, Jonas.”
    Jonas didn’t know what made him happier, that Nicky had enough trust in him to not jump at the first touch or that he’d said his name while not being quite awake. The fact that he didn’t already have an armful of fashion designer betrayed how far gone in sleep Nicky still was. Jonas carefully moved over Nicky’s curled-up form so he could lie down on his other side, his chest against Nicky’s back. “Better?” he whispered.
    Nicky moaned slightly and instinctively pushed himself closer to the source of heat, nestling himself against Jonas, his ass against Jonas’s already excited groin.
    Half lying on his side, Jonas couldn’t resist wrapping his arm around Nicky and feeling how well they fit together.
    “Are you awake?” he whispered. No answer. Nicky’s breathing was calm and his body was relaxed despite the earlier movement and despite Jonas’s erection nudging his ass cheeks. At first he didn’t dare let his hand investigate Nicky’s nether regions for signs of arousal, and then he remembered that Nicky’s cock hadn’t been totally flaccid while he was asleep anyway. Although it went against his principles, the idea of taking Nicky while he wasn’t fully conscious was curiously stimulating so he let his hand caress Nicky’s side down to the crook of his hip in between his belly and the bed. As Jonas’s hand touched Nicky’s erection, the young man moaned and pushed down against the hand. Jonas followed, pushing his groin down over Nicky’s ass. The movement was almost instinctive. Driven solely by what felt good, Jonas ground his hips down against Nicky’s. He made sure he wasn’t smothering his lover, 64
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    keeping his chest resting only lightly against Nicky’s back, but nevertheless the movements were directed toward one goal: getting both of them off.
    Nicky’s quiet moans were a good indication that between the hard shaft pressed into his cleft and the hand against his erection, Jonas was hitting at least a few of the right spots. He kissed the young man’s neck and felt him lean into that touch too. Nicky’s neck was slightly sweaty, and Jonas licked the salty skin between Nicky’s shoulder blades. He sped up his movements, guided by his own growing need for completion and by the sounds Nicky was making. Another hand joined Jonas’s underneath Nicky’s groin, and Jonas felt the young man stretch his legs so he was flat on his stomach. Nicky was now actively grinding his hips as well, adding to the friction they were generating. Jonas knew he was close, but judging from the increasing volume of the sounds coming from the young man underneath him, so was Nicky.
    Suddenly Nicky cried out, “Fuck, yeah! Yes!” and thrust his cock into their joined hands, hot spurts of sticky fluid shooting out over them. The sudden movements and Nicky squeezing his thighs together sent Jonas over as well, coating Nicky’s ass cheeks with his