“How?”
Though he wouldn’t have thought it possible, Rory got even closer.
“It ain’t wrong. Love never is.” Their dicks touched, through one’s tight pants. “I ain’t sick. I ain’t lying. You kissed me.”
Jacob shook his head. “No.” He would have stepped back, if there were anywhere to go. “I’m sorry about your father. I’m sorry if it…if Iupset you. Fantasy is healthy. But…you’re just a kid.”
“Fuck you, you’re sorry!” Rory shoved him. He turned in a circle. “Fuck you, I’m a kid!” He stomped around like one. “I ain’t.” The words came on a lot of spit Rory had to suck back in. “I’m more of a man that you, you selfish lying hypocrite!” But he wouldn’t take back anything else. “The US Army don’t think I’m a kid. I’ll probably fucking die over there.”
“No.”
“You and me…I coulda had something to remember as I took my last breath.”
“Stop saying that.”