081413 #worm It's too cold to take their jackets off, let alone their shirts. It's too cold, and the greasy floor of the dumpster too uninviting, to think about taking their boots off. Jeans crumple around ankles. Hot in the cold, Him and Me rub desperately against each other. Their own spunky smells rival the smell of refuse. Him grabs Me's hair and pulls. Me abandons his face to the kiss. Stubble. Me's stomach swirls with raw need. He is an adolescent again; everything is illegal! Him's tongue rings signals down through Me's spine, through Me's ass. Shame disappears. Me rides Him's leg hard. They are growing slick with sweat to spite the winter. Me lets his breath, a small animal uncaged, go into Him's.