081413 #worm Him feels for Me in the dark. He finds Me's arms, cool and firm under the fabric of the sweatshirt, and grips them firmly. Me's arms grip back. Him and Me pull together, chest to rabbit-thumping chest. They can hear each other's cold breaths. Now they are belly to belly, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. Me stumbles a little, steps on Him's toe; Him holds on tighter and Me leans in more, letting go, shivering. Two epicenters of warmth harden against each other through fabric; Him and Me are cock to cock. This doesn't feel anything like the way Me has spent the last few days imagining Krim would feel. It's harder, brighter, somehow faster. And astonishingly better than he had ever imagined.