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There were lots of pictures of Alex at parties, and it seemed he had a different girl hanging on him at each one. He was always smiling or laughing, always seemed to be the center of attention. Lucas didn’t fit into that world, but he hoped he and Alex could somehow be friends.
    Alex had swooped in like a knight in shining armor, rescuing Lucas from what could have been the most humiliating experience of his life. Instead, Alex had made it a memory Lucas would always treasure. Lucas went back through the pictures from the cast party, wanting to remember exactly what Alex had looked like that night. He saw a photo that must have been taken right after the closet incident. Alex was talking to Trish, who looked worried, and Donovan, who looked pissed. There were several comments posted underneath.
Brian Kim: wtf happened in the closet, dude?
Alex Goodman: sorry, my lips are sealed
Andrew Brooke: yeah, around Fairy Tate’s cock
    Lucas closed his laptop and lay back on his bed. Why did they have to make it sound so dirty? When he closed his eyes and replayed those minutes with Alex, it didn’t feel dirty. It was warm and soft and sweet. He ached for that feeling again. He played it over in his mind.
    Then his thoughts began to wander. What if their time hadn’t ended there? What if Alex really had undone his fly and reached in to—
    A pleasant sensation had slowly built in his groin while he’d relived the memory of kissing Alex, but that —the thought of Alex’s hand around his dick, made him fully hard. He knew it was wrong, but the desire to touch himself was overpowering. Lucas opened his fly. He slid his jeans and briefs partway down, just far enough for easy access, and then took himself in hand.
    He closed his eyes and pictured Alex hovering over him, staring down at him with sultry green eyes. Lucas ran his tongue over his lips, trying to remember how it felt to be kissed. He tried to remember how it felt to be pressed against Alex’s body. When they’d been together in the closet, Lucas had smelled a hint of sweat and woody cologne through Alex’s clothing. He wished now that he had something of Alex’s to bury his nose into. He wondered what Alex looked like without a shirt. He pictured strong shoulders, lean muscles, dark nipples. A long, smooth torso. Zach. He was picturing Zach Teagan. And as he sped up his strokes, he wondered how Zach’s lips would taste. What would he smell like after a swim? Lucas came quickly, and felt overwhelmed with shame afterward.
    He cleaned himself up, and then lay in bed thinking about what he’d just done. Did it mean he had a crush on Alex? On Zach? He didn’t know how he felt. Sure, he’d jerked off before, but never thinking about someone he knew—someone he’d talked to, touched . There had been times when he slipped those armbands on his wrists and summoned up images of Mark while he attended to his needs. But he hadn’t thought about Mark in years. And besides, that was different. Mark was just a fantasy. He wasn’t in his life. He wasn’t a friend. Alex was.
    He was pretty sure what he’d just done was wrong. He wondered if it was normal, if other people did it too. He didn’t have anyone to ask. Even if he did feel comfortable talking to Trish, she was a girl. She wouldn’t understand. He knew girls masturbated too, thanks to Cyndi. He didn’t know exactly what they did, and he didn’t want to know. But did Trish ever think about Donovan when she did it? Did she ever think about Lucas? No, no one would think of him like that. It was probably different for girls anyway. They didn’t have to deal with hard-ons demanding attention.
    After visiting a dozen sites using search terms like “if you think about someone while you masturbate does it mean you’re in love” and “is it okay to think about your friends when jerking off,” Lucas was no closer to making sense of his feelings. He did, however, decide he shouldn’t be so hard on himself. Between