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“You listening to me?” Benson spoke into his neck.
Randy hadn’t been. He sat on Benson’s lap in the dingy backseat, knees nearly numb and calves tingling with pins and needles, with Benson’s hands, moving on autopilot in an absent path up Randy’s thighs. He kissed the pale skin at the base of Randy’s neck as he waited for an answer, and Benson’s mouth was burning and searing hot on his collarbone.
With all the grace he could muster, brain foggy and hot in his cheeks, he blinks, “Huh?”