[Gene's tense for a second, but then he relaxes, and Tony pulls him closer. Gene's hand slips down to his waist— Tony gives a low groan and his fingers tighten in Gene's hair. They clench, unclench, release; they trail across Gene's scalp and comb through his hair as Tony's hands, too, migrate downwards. His hands pause at Gene's waist, then slide farther and come to rest on Gene's hips.
Tony presses Gene against him, and he isn't thinking anymore about how wrong or dangerous or weird this is, because all he can think about is how good it feels, to touch and be touched, to hold Gene, to have again what he'd lost and tried so hard to forget.]
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Tony presses Gene against him, and he isn't thinking anymore about how wrong or dangerous or weird this is, because all he can think about is how good it feels, to touch and be touched, to hold Gene, to have again what he'd lost and tried so hard to forget.]