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always made Leon think of Technicolor smiley-face vomit.
    “I used to watch this constantly as a kid,” Leon said. “I wore the tape so thin in the party scene where he’s playing the fiddle with his bow that it would go gray and fuzzy on screen. And then for years I wanted to be an outlaw with a bow.”
    “A real life Robin Hood, huh?” Warrick said, digging into the buttery saltiness that was cinema popcorn.
    Leon squirmed back into the padded red cinema seats. “Yeah, well, you can be my Little John.”
    Warrick laughed, placing his large hand over Leon’s smaller one on the armrest. “As long as I don’t have to have his gut.”
    Leon smiled into the darkness. “You can be a muscle bear if you’d prefer, Warrick.”
    “Does this mean I can stop waxing my chest?”
    “Just how fuzzy do you get exactly?” Leon asked.
    Warrick squeezed Leon’s hand and turned his eyes back to the screen, where the aforementioned Little John was scratching at the back of his neck with an arrow. “Not as bad as him.”
    “Glad to hear it,” Leon said. “Otherwise unclogging the shower drain would be a bitch.”
    “Not to mention the grooming.”
    “Or fleas.”
    Warrick’s voice rose in outrage. “I would never have fleas {10} !”
    That earned them a loud “Shh!” from the row in front of them, and Leon chuckled, squeezing Warrick’s hand.
    He didn’t let go for the rest of the movie.
    They caught a taxi to campus, sitting in the back with their hands a finger-width apart and itching to close the gap between them, regardless of the potential consequences. When they finally arrived at Leon’s house, sitting on the corner of two unassuming streets, Warrick pushed Leon up against the brick facade and pressed their lips together. He tasted like butter and salt and the tang of Coke, and Leon yielded happily to Warrick’s demands. The other man’s body was hot against his own, the frisson of heat welcome in the coolness of the spring night. Strong hands cradled his head and slid down his torso to clutch at his ass.
    “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Warrick breathed, resting his forehead against Leon’s.
    Grinning, Leon grabbed the waistband of Warrick’s pants and dragged the other man closer. “What took you so long?”
    Warrick groaned and nestled his head in the crook of Leon’s neck. “Damn, I wish I lived in Sydney sometimes.”
    “But if you did, you wouldn’t have met me,” Leon said indulgently, kissing Warrick’s temple.
    “Mmm, there is that,” Warrick agreed, turning his head to press his lips against Leon’s again. “I do plan to get out of here eventually, though.”
    “You and me both,” Leon said with a grin. “You coming inside, or are you going to spend the rest of the night out here planning the future?”
    “You live by yourself?” Warrick asked, hooking his fingers into the back of Leon’s jeans as he followed Leon to the front door.
    “No,” Leon said as he dug his keys out of his pocket. “What exactly are you doing back there?”
    Warrick shrugged, his grin innocently cherubic. “I don’t know.”
    Pushing through the front door of the small house, Leon reached out to flick on the light switch. “Krissy?” he called. “Krissy, you in? Guess not,” he added as Warrick shut the door behind them. “Drink?”
    “No,” Warrick said, wrapping his arms around Leon’s waist and pulling him close. “I really don’t want a drink.”
    “Really?” Leon asked, tossing his keys onto a side table in the hallway. “What do you want then?”
    A soft kiss at the nape of his neck was followed by a second closer to his jaw, and then a third and fourth as a hand stroked down his front and rubbed lightly at the hardness encased in its prison of denim. “I want you. God, I want you so much.”
    “Come on,” Leon murmured, his voice husky. “Last door on the right.”
    They didn’t bother turning on the light, and instead stepped into the darkness in a tangle of arms,