Nick and Jimmy

"Nick and Jimmy" By The Goblin

Nifty Archive: Gay Male: Celebrity

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Chapter 8

I didn't say anything right away. I just looked at him for a moment longer making sure he did not possess the tiniest bit of doubt.

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"I mean are you ready to for that?"

He looked down. "I think I can take it."

I returned with a shy smile.

Then I looked at him. I tried to imagine how my long legs would bend and squeeze in the small space. I tried to imagine how any of it would be comfortable for either of us. I searched each side of the shower unable to see how it would work.

"Not in here dork." Jimmy whispered with a smile. "You're bedroom?"

"My bedroom." I closed my eyes and shook my head.

He was eager to shut the water off and I reached out for our towels.

"Aren't we doing this backwards?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Should we have taken a shower after instead of before?"

"We can always take another one."

"I'm down, I'm hot for some reason."

He smiled at me, "you're always hot...for some reason.

I watched as he finished drying off down through his ankles. Seeing him in that position I realized I had never done anything like this before. We weren't even prepared for something like this.

"How are we going to...I don't have...I don't have anything to lube with..."

"I have something."

"You do?" I was curious.

"Yes but I never used it for that."

I handed him his clean clothes to put on for the short trip back to my bedroom. "What do you use it for?"

His face turned red and he looked away as he got dressed.

"Tell me?" I smiled.

"Self...exploration."

"Uh huh." I laughed.

He smiled at me before he got a t-shirt over his head.

We left the bathroom and Steve was still fast asleep on the couch. After I shut the bedroom door I made sure to check the lock myself. I was satisfied that it was pushed in all the way. Everything seemed fine but I didn't take any further precautions as I was sure Steve wouldn't be barging into my bedroom any time soon.

Jimmy unzipped a side pouch on one of his bags to retrieve a clear bottle with clear liquid inside. He knew exactly where it was at and I raised an eyebrow to the idea that maybe he planned on something like this happening.

He threw the bottle on the bed and I took my shirt back off as I walked over to meet him. He did the same and we stood facing each other only wearing pants. My excitement grew within me as much as it grew on me physically. He looked down to the noticeably growing bulge snaking down my right leg but I pulled his eyes back to mine to see the green rain forest straight on.

"Are you sure?" I had to know.

"Yes."

With his final permission, I began to kiss him and pull him into my body. He held on to my back as he always did and I laid us down on the bed.

"Ow." He said and shifted until he dug out the bottle of lube.

I smiled.

Once he was comfortable I continued to kiss him, his neck and his shoulders. He began to grind his hardness through his clothes into my stomach.

I began to take off the rest of my clothes and the moment that he caught on he did the same. I kneeled over him so I had to get completely off the bed to get the last bit past my ankles. On the way I helped him slide his underwear completely off.

I knew this wasn't going to be easy for him. I knew this would take some serious trying, and tons of patience.

He laid back down and I used the lube to cote one of my fingers. He pulled his legs up so that his knees were bent and his feet were flat on the bed. Then he slowly separated his knees revealing almost everything to me.

I began to breathe heavily and looked him in the eyes again. They reflected among that green all of our hopes, dreams, fears, dramas, all in one complicated swirl of human being that was wanting, waiting, and ready for me to enter him. I did not want to disappoint.

I put my hand on his thigh with my finger up in the air so I wouldn't get lube everywhere. He began to breathe as heavily as I did. Slowly I lowered my hand until it was in position. Without further delay I touched the tip to his opening. He jumped from the sudden contact.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." He smiled and kept looking at me.

Centimeter by centimeter I pushed my finger in. The face he made was first of pain but immediately followed by comfort then as I got a finger deep into Jimmy the face he had was one of pleasure. In slow reverse, I began to pull my finger out and he let out a huge sigh as he half reached for my arm.

From the inside he felt tight at moments and completely relaxed at others.

I slowly pushed my finger into him again but this time there was no look of pain. This time it was pure elation as his eyebrows arched and his mouth quivered. It was easier to get my finger into him and easier to get it out as well. I could tell that the lubrication was beginning to spread well inside of him.

I pulled my finger all the way out to which he let out a slight moan. He looked at me almost with desperation in his eyes. That changed when he saw that I was lubing up my index and middle finger.

With two fingers I started slow as I did before when using just one. Still no look of pain but I could feel how tight he was around both of my fingers.

I began to watch him to see how he reacted to it. To make sure I was okay to go deeper. So I began to push in further past my main knuckles. He moaned and grabbed my arm with his right hand and caressed it as my fingers went all the way inside.

"Do you like that?" I whispered.

"I never knew." He panted while nodding his head.

With both fingers still all the way inside him, I leaned in for a kiss. He wrapped both arms around my back as I began to slowly pull out both fingers. He stopped kissing me to moan into the side of my neck as if the pleasure was almost too much for him to handle. I could feel his muscles grip around my fingers as I pulled them out to the tips. Then slowly I returned them to his want as he put his leg closest to me down.

Without pulling out for lube I squeezed a third finger and slowly started to push all three into him. He jumped at first so I began to kiss his stomach. He was still fully hard and had leaked quite a bit from all of his excitement. It tasted good on my tongue as I took him into my mouth but never taking my eyes off of his face as he now invited three fingers into him with ease. His grip on my hand and the warmth from inside made me twitch and leak with my own excitement.

I sat up and looked into his eyes as I slowly pulled out my fingers. I knew it was time. He knew it was time. He lifted his leg back up so that both knees were bent again.

The things that were happening seemed unreal. As I began to rub lube up and down myself I couldn't believe that I was there and ready to do what I wanted to do for so long. I got on my knees in between his legs and he pulled his knees up to his chest. I pulled his ankles to rest against my shoulders. I was extremely hard and eager but knew I had to be careful enough to take my time.

I looked down and had to keep finding ways not to lose all control and erupt before I even entered. At first I began our contact by rubbing my head against his crevices and only slightly paying attention to his hole. When I did though the ideas of what I was going to do to him sent goosebumps all over my naked body. Then I slowly pushed my head in. Right away he grabbed on to my waist and kind of clenched it.

"Are you okay?"

He took a few deep breaths and I froze still waiting for his answer.

Finally he looked at me and nodded his head.

I looked down and realized I was only one of nine inches deep in him. I slowly pushed into past the head and not even a full inch when he jumped again.

"Wait..." He said.

"I'll stop."

"Just for a minute?"

"I'm going to pull out."

He nodded.

I began to gently pull out and though I can tell he liked that too I could also tell he experienced the slightest bit of pain.

"I'm sorry." I said.

He shook his head at me and without saying anything he pushed me back until I was laying down. He sat all of his weight on me without any reservation but I could handle all of it no problem. He searched around the bed then grabbed the bottle of lube. With a fair amount in his hand he reached back to massage it up and down my length. I couldn't help but thrust into his hand as he did this, he made a face at me.

"I'll try not to do that."

"Let me get used to it first."

"Take all the time you need."

He rose up just a little bit until he was satisfied that he had the tip properly aimed at himself. He sat back down onto it and I could tell that it didn't take much to get past the first two inches.

He stopped there for a minute, the feeling was incredible. His face turned red.

"Breathe Jimmy."

He let out a long breathe then smiled at me.

Then he leaned back a little bit more and his mouth opened wide as he subdued any sound that might come out. He were at four inches with five to go. He pulled me back out a little bit then sucked me back in. It seemed the more he did this the more lube spread around and the easier it got. The warmth and the feeling of his muscles pulling me from the inside were almost too much. I had to concentrate with all of my will power and strength not to let go right then and there.

Then I was six inches inside of him. He let out some soft moans but you could still hear the living room TV over it all.

Seven inches and then he looked down at me. The rain forest with a look of untamed lust and arched eyebrows as he took eight inches, then nine, then I was all the way inside of him. He sat like that for a moment. Both of us breathing in deeply and shaking for many different reasons.

I began to feel dizzy and I tried to shake my head of it.

I could feel all of his muscles getting tight around me, then all at once they would relax. His body would cycle through this pattern for the next minute or two as he remained still with all of me inside of him. His touch had been so amazing those past few minutes it was almost all I needed. I was like an overfilled water balloon, just looking for a thousand excuses to pop but holding on to that one single reason not to.

He began to stroke himself and I was glad that he still remained still on my shaft. Had he of started moving at that precise moment my sensors would have lost all control.

I held an arm to his waist but allowed my right hand to take over the job from his own hands. As I began to stroke him that's when he started to slowly slide me back out for the first time. He only allowed it to go half way, the whole route to get there filled with giggles, moans, and sighs.

Then, much faster than before, he took me all the way back in. He didn't move too fast, he still took the time to engulf each inch separately, but he was progressing faster than I thought he would. This time when he got to the end I helped myself into him with a little bit of a push.

He let out a slight groan again.

"Do you like that?" I whispered.

"Yes." He nodded his head.

He pulled me half way out again but this round he wasted no time in taking me all the way back in.

I began to pant when I realized he had better command of his muscles and anticipated how he should flex them as he pulled me back in.

I began to stroke him faster and he began to ride me a little bit. He was still tight and tender but we were learning very quickly when to be careful, and when to let go. It seemed he was able to handle me slightly thrusting into him, but I had to let him have complete control over pulling out. That was where it hit him the most and I could tell that was when he got the most pleasure out of it too.

"Do you like my ass?" He asked.

"It's so nice."

He struggled for air, "I love your big fucking cock inside of me." Then nibbled my jaw line.

"You're so fucking tight. I could fuck the hell out of you."

I changed my stroking pattern and he almost copied my motion with his own. The new sensation brought a tingling that began at the tip but slowly began to spread to the rest of my body. Our breathing and the faces we made reached an apex of lost control and both of us began to quiver as a few more choice words escaped our mouths.

He splashed all over my chest, my neck and my face but he got it worse at the moment I became rock hard inside of him and burst like a fire hydrant. At the same time his warm globs marked my upper body I coated him inside with more than I have ever cum before. His insides gripped around me to milk every last drop out of it.

We sat in that position, sweating like crazy, hyperventilating, numb limbs, numb lips, and numb faces. So incredibly spent but frozen in the most compromising of positions. Looking into each other's eyes. Watching for what was supposed to happen next.

Jimmy smiled at me and without losing his grip of me inside him he lay almost on top of me and we began to kiss. His soft full lips were so delicate but so strong at the same time. I kissed the top of his head as our lip lock couldn't last until we had caught our breaths. I could feel his heart beat as fast as mine and I could feel that he was getting soft against my stomach.

Although I was completely spent I was still hard and twitching inside of him. I apologized with a few major twitches but he just smiled and shook his head at me. He knew it had to be done.

He leaned up and began to slide the large rock hardness out of his extremely tender orifice without causing any pain. He made a different face for each inch that slowly fell out of him and by the time it was already done he was ready to collapse on top of me. By doing so he laid right into a lot of his own juice but I could tell right away he just didn't care.

My body was always able to support his and I held him as the stronger more dominant one of us had clearly been established. No two human relations were the same but ours worked well with this dynamic that I was physical strength where his strengths were more mental.

We were so close that I could hear and feel him hum something at the same time.

"What's that?" I asked him.

He hummed it again.

"I still don't recognize..."

He hummed it again.

I shook my head.

Then he sad hummed.

"Don't be sad?" I said.

Then he happy hummed.

"Stop humming!" I said while tickling him in the arm pit.

He laughed and pushed my hand away. "Stop."

"Only if you stop."

He didn't respond with words but with action. He kissed me again.

"You uh...you have cum all over you now." I said.

"I got it from you." Jimmy said with a wink.

"Yeah," I said, "some guy just came over and came all over me..." I stopped in mid-sentence. "Fuck that sounds weird saying that out loud."

"You?" Jimmy said. "At least you're not some guy who just comes over cumming on people.

I tried to control my laughter but couldn't help myself. "You deviant!"

He looked us both up and down, "you're not that far off."

"No way." I said as we sat up which just cast a new light on the things we did. "This just...requires clean up."

Jimmy smiled with embarrassment. "Clean up?"

"Yes. We are two guys, the things we do will require clean up."

"Clean up?"

"Yes you broken record." I tickled his other arm pit. "Let's take another shower."

"What about Steve?"

"I'm sure he's still asleep."

"How? After all that!"

"We weren't that loud."

Jimmy made a face of disbelief at my last comment.

I stood up and felt dizzy again. I could not hear anything other than the TV coming from the main part of the house. I slowly opened the door and saw that I was right. I shut the door then went back to my dresser to get clean clothes to wear. Again.

"You ready cum burglar?"

He pinched my arm.

"Ow shit." I laughed and rubbed it. "That's really dirty shit by the way."

"What is?" He smiled.

"Pinching me!"

It was almost completely dark out so it was easy for the both of us to sneak through the house in minimal clothes.

I let Jimmy set the shower water and though it was hotter than what I was used to I did not tell him that it made me a little uncomfortable. As long as he was I didn't need to be.

We washed ourselves and I let him have most of the water since to me it felt too hot and it also seemed to make me dizzy.

After the shower I gave him his towel by first using it to wrap around his shoulders. Then I kissed his wet shivering form again. There was tons of pizza and other stuff left over from the night before and it was the process of microwaving this that woke Steve up.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"Five thirty," I said.

"What the fuck." He grabbed his head.

"If you're hungry grab a plate."

Steve stood up to stretch and right away I could see the need to look away. Jimmy's jaw dropped and I cleared my throat before he could look away also. Steve made it to the bathroom just as Jimmy laughed a little bit.

"Are you sure you two aren't related?"

"Ha ha!"

"I mean really what the hell is in the water in Seattle?"

"Well the same thing that's in you now." I said with a wink.

"Oh really?"

"Yes." I smiled. "Now eat your pizza."

Jimmy smiled back at me. "Can I heat it up first?"

"I guess." I said with a wink and a smile.

Steve joined us in the kitchen and made a plate with everything on it. I was glad that he never once questioned why Jimmy was there what had changed. Last Steve knew before his nap I was on my way to take Jimmy home. I looked at Steve's stuff by the front door then also realized I didn't know what Steve was doing there, what had changed.

I was beginning to think I had not one, but two runaways on my hands. I decided after everything that happened, the events of that weekend, I wouldn't say anything to Steve. Not at least until the next day. I had been running since the morning before Thanksgiving and five days later I was just extremely exhausted. Tired and dizzy.

In the last five days I had flown twice, ran many miles, and ate two large meals, got drunk twice, got high once, fallen in love and lost my virginity. It was time to sit the hell down. Relax a little bit.

It was time to laze on the couch and watch whatever the hell Steve found on Netflix. I still felt dizzy from it all and so did Jimmy so we both took some Tylenol and drank lots of water. I was still uncomfortable around Steve so although we shared a blanket we didn't have much contact that evening.

When we went to lay down a little later I noticed that my bedroom felt warmer than what it normally was.

"I'm freezing." Jimmy said with a chatter.

"Really? I'm burning up."

He made a shivering sound as he rubbed his hands on his upper arms.

"Get under the blanket."

He took his pants and shirt off and slowly sat down.

"Are you okay?" He smiled. "Yes. Just a little sore." "I'm sorry." I bit my lip. "Don't be, it's worth it."

My shy smile was only broken by the sudden need to blow my nose. When I went to put the tissue box down he reached out for it.

"I'm not feeling that good." I said.

"Me either."

"Do you think it was the pizza?"

"I didn't heat mine all the way."

"Neither did I."

I grabbed a second blanket out of the closet and turned on the TV. I handed him the remote.

"Why do you always do that?" He asked.

"Do what?"

He held the remote out, "Is there anything you want to watch."

"You're my guest."

He smiled, "Here. Take it."

I took the remote and he slowly laid down and covered up.

"Man what did you do to me?"

"Is it bad?" I felt bad for what I did to him.

"No not just that, I'm sore all over."

"Me too." I said as I stretched out.

I began to scan through the menu when he let a hand fall on my lap. Then he began to feel my thigh front and back with an ice cold hand.

"You're burning up Nick."

"Your hand is freezing."

"I know it's so cold in here."

"Really? I'm dying." I fanned my tank top.

I touched his head and it also felt as cold as ice.

"You're freezing."

"Oh that feels so good."

I reached a hand under the blanket to feel the rest of his body and it was just as cold. He touched a hand to my head.

"I really don't think it was the pizza." He said.

I shook my head and his teeth began to chatter again. I got up and put the second blanket over him. Despite how hot I felt I got underneath the covers with him and cuddled into him from foot to head to share some of my warmth. He turned his back so that he could spoon completely into me and I continued to search for something on TV.

"You probably wouldn't like what I want to watch."

"I like all your lame stuff," I could feel his crackly voice.

He coughed and his shivering was not improving.

"Do you want me to call someone?" I asked.

"No just keep me warm."

I held him from behind and covered him as closely as I could get. The shivering was beginning to subside and as he drained my excessive heat I didn't feel so overheated under the blankets.

I finally found something about The Tudor Dynasty on the Biography Channel and left it on that.

"See lame stuff." His crackly, sleepy voice said from in front of me.

I smiled and kissed the back of his cold head. I pulled the blankets tighter and breathed warm air down his neck. We fell asleep that way though it would not be a peaceful slumber.

I would wake up constantly through the night as I knew he did also. At one point I got up to get us both some more Tylenol and cold water. Whatever it was that hit us came out of nowhere and I knew that for the next day or two this is what life was going to be.

I woke up before him the next morning, unsure of what time it was that we finally fell asleep. The sun looked like it had been out all day though my alarm clock said that it was only eight am.

Every muscle in my body ached and as I tried to quietly get out of bed a coughing fit came out of nowhere.

Jimmy's eye's shot open and he rolled half his body over quickly. He regretted this maneuver and groaned while rubbing his back and straightening his legs. I blew my nose and he tried to push himself off of my bed but fell back into my pillow.

"I feel like I got hit by a truck. Then the truck got me sick."

I laughed. "I know."

"It's Monday." He said through my pillow. "I'm supposed to do stuff on Monday."

"So am I."

"I'm calling in." He said.

"You can do that?"

"Aren't you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I can't."

He sat up on his side, "You're seriously going in today?"

"I have no choice."

He handed me the box of tissue.

"Thank you."

"How are you going to make it?"

"I don't know. I'm so dizzy I don't even know how I'm going to drive."

I sat back down on the bed. I watched as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"You're not driving."

"Are you going to take me?" "Do you even know how to drive?"

"Duh, we've talked about this before." He said while typing something into his phone.

I laid back down and realized he was searching car services.

"What time do you have to leave by?"

I thought about it for a moment, "Eleven...you don't have to get me a car I can..."

"Kill yourself? I don't think you should be leaving this bed but if I have any say then at least you're not driving."

"I think you just want to keep me in bed."

He reached out to pinch my side but when he did I didn't feel much.

"Is that it?" I asked.

He tried again harder this time but was too weak to have any effect.

"Is my window open? Did you feel that draft?"

He laughed, "Not fair."

"No, no! This is a moment."

"Is it now?"

"Yes all of your powers over me are rendered useless by the plague."

"Not all of my powers."

"Oh really?"

"I still have one or two."

"And what are those."

He didn't say anything. He looked me deep in my eyes. Deeper than he usually did. He gave me that same deep look that I first fell in love with. A smile slowly took over his face and made his dark greens glisten with the light. Then he gently rubbed my face.

"Fine." I said. "You win."

He smiled and I bit my lip. I leaned in for a quick kiss but did not linger long as I was certain my breath was atrocious.

When I sat up I realized he was looking at the shaded window. I knew it was a morning ritual that was important to him but was sure he was too sick to get up. So I walked to the window and opened the shades all the way to the back yard. Instantly I winced from the brightness and looked back at him. He watched on with a soft smile and pulled the blankets tighter around him. I looked back out and could see Steve smoking in the back yard. He nodded at me with his chin and I just gave him a wave. I turned around and Jimmy still had the same look on his face.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing. It's you. You're so beautiful in the morning light."

"My boyfriend is so gay."

He laughed with a cough, "Shut up you love it."

"I do."

"Come lay with me for just a few more minutes."

I walked back to the bed and lay down with him. Had I of not felt so miserable I was sure I could be ready to go for an early morning round two of last night's events. In the moment I was just happy with keeping him warm.

"What's wrong with you two?" Steve asked after we came out of my bedroom.

"We're sick as shit." Jimmy said.

I opened the fridge and said, "We're out of orange juice, we're out of eggs, we're out of bread, we're out of everything."

"As gross as this sounds I need coffee." Jimmy said.

"Steve." I said getting his attention. "Please. I beg you. Go to the store for me."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're letting me drive the...?"

"Oh my god I'm already regretting it."

"No, no, no. I'll take good care of her."

"She's a he, actually."

"Not after I'm done with her."

"That doesn't even make sense."

Jimmy laughed. "The scary part is that it actually does when you think about it."

"Whatever man. I'll be good. I swear."

"You're going to make a woman out of my car and be good."

"You know what I mean."

"I hope so. I really do."

I wrote out a short list and gave him the cash he needed then told him how to find the store.

I stood in the window and watched him drive off.

"Is he moving in with you?"

"I don't know. You noticed that too."

"Have you asked him?"

"Nah, we barely got passed saying hi when you first called on Saturday.

"I didn't know..."

"It's okay."

I looked at the clock and counted my time backwards on my head. Then I looked at Jimmy.

"Want to take a long hot shower with me?" I said with a bit lip and raised brow.

"Always, just don't expect much."

"Neeeeevvvvveeeerrrr."

"Uh huh."

We returned to my bedroom and I noticed he struggled to find something to wear in his bags. I went to my dresser and pulled out a whole large drawer and dumped it into the next drawer below it.

"What are you doing?"

"You can put your stuff in here, and take all the closet space you need."

"I don't want to be too much."

"You're not."

"I know, it's just I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything."

I looked at him, "I'm fine."

"You know what the fucked up part is?"

"What's the fucked up part?"

"All that talk about wanting to move out and I actually already miss them."

"I always miss my family."

"Yeah but you live so far away from them and you're parents are awesome people."

"You're parents aren't that bad. I'm sure they hate me to death but they don't seem that bad."

"No. They don't hate you."

"I know."

"I just don't know how, or if I'm going to go back."

As promised we took a long hot shower. Not much happened as it was enough of a task just to wash ourselves. The energy from us drained and my cold was so bad I couldn't even smell anything anymore.

When we were done we ate breakfast with Steve and I began to wonder how I was going to explain this to the both of them, how it was the three of us were going to live under one roof even if only temporary. It would be a conversation I would push off until I got home.

Everyone at work questioned why I came in in such a condition but I didn't want to go through the task of explaining it over and over again so I just shrugged it off and pushed myself through the day as best as I could. Being a workaholic at my age was not something that was really talked about that often. Nobody had any idea how much work I put into reading my lines at home.

On the way home that night I began to think about how I would tell Steve and Jimmy that we were going to be one happy family for a little while. I had no idea how each would receive the other or if they would get along. For some reason in my mind I imagined the two having more to argue about than things they had in common.

When I got home I realized I was wrong. I could hear them talking even before I opened the door.

"Steve made homemade soup."

"He worked in a restaurant all through high school." I said.

"Told you so."

"I never said I didn't believe you." Jimmy said through a crackled higher voice than normal.

"You're boyfriend's been eating my cooking all day. And look how skinny he is."

"I know."

"Assholes," Jimmy struggled to say with a mouthful of hot soup.

Then I realized that this was going to work just fine. My fears had been for nothing as it was they who would tell me how this was going to work out. I'm sure something stupid was bound to happen but for the moment I was able to go with the quiet side of things.

"That actually smells good." I said walking to the kitchen.

I fixed myself a bowl then went to sit down next to Jimmy. He barely sipped his however I was able to inhale most of mine. Jimmy gave me a strange look from the corner of his eyes as he couldn't believe how quickly I consumed the hot mixture. I just shrugged at him and he went back to sipping.

As I rinsed my bowl out I stopped again to look out at the living room. Steve, my past, getting to know Jimmy, my possible future.

I looked at the sick being who tried his best to gracefully eat a sloppy meal. I watched him cough, sneeze, and blow his nose. I felt so lucky to be here.

I knew the time had come and I couldn't push it off anymore.

I pulled out my phone and Jimmy watched me right back, "Give me a minute?"

I walked into my bedroom. I found the contact I needed. Then I pressed the send button.

The phone rang once. Then it rang a second time. Halfway through the third ring she finally picked up.

"Nick?"

"Mom."

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just sick. We're sick."

"Is it bad? Do you want me to come...?"

"No mom. That's not why I called. I have something I need to tell you."

I paused. I froze. I didn't know how I was going to force the next words to come out of my mouth.

"...I already know."

...to be continued...

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