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Neither Dylan nor Brandon was accustomed to drinking, and the wine had made both of them a little light-headed and a bit giddy as well.  Brandon flopped down in the middle of the big bed and unbuttoned his shirt as he was feeling warm from the wine. 

Dylan looked over at him lovingly, saw that he had stretched out across the entire bed, and asked somewhat jokingly, “Well, where am I supposed to sleep?  Brandon teased back, “Guess the only place is here on top of me.”  As he said this he leaned up and pulled Dylan down on top of him. 

They wanted each other so much tonight in this Montana setting.  They wanted each other forever.  It was Brandon taking the lead, and Dylan let him, he would let Brandon do whatever he wanted with him.  Brandon’s shirt was almost all the way off now and he rolled Dylan over so that now he was lying on top of him and began to unbutton his shirt.  He undid each button slowly, and after each button he took Dylan’s head in his hands and kissed him.  With the first button he kissed him on the forehead, with the second button on the nose, with the third button on Dylan’s upper lip lingering for a moment feeling Dylan’s mouth trying to meet his. 

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Dylan was feeling nauseous and his skin was clammy.  Maybe it was good that his parents died not knowing the truth.  They worked hard and loved the ranch, their ranch, and instilled both of these same feelings about the ranch in Dylan.  Dylan fell to his knees and sobbed.  He wasn’t sobbing for himself, but for his parents and for Brandon.  After what seemed like hours, Dylan got up, papers in hand, and made his way down to the main floor of the barn.  It was dark and he had difficulty making his way to the door. 

He was almost to the door, tears still streaming down his face, wiping them away as best he could, when he saw that the door was open from the light shining in.  He could see Brandon’s silhouette in the doorway.  Oh, no, thought Dylan.  He will see that I’ve been crying, and I’ve no idea what to tell him.  I haven’t yet completely come to terms with this myself. 

Brandon could see it was very dark, but was sure it was Dylan standing in the middle of the barn.  “Dylan, why did you stay away so long?  I was so worried I called the foreman, and he thought maybe you had come here.  It’s almost noon and your sister will be home soon.  Is anything wrong?” 

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