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.His sigh as he lowered himself to the bed was pure relief.Clay slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor.He reached for the lacing of Trent's boot and untied the knot.As gently as hecould, he opened the boot and slid it off.Trent hissed."Shit, that hurts."After Clay peeled off the sock, he could see that Trent's ankle had swollen again, worse than before."Of course it hurts, youass.Look what you did to yourself.Why didn't you say something to me? We could have stopped."Trent shrugged."I guess I shouldn't have pushed so hard, but I'm not sorry." His gray eyes were warm and soft as they metClay's gaze."You wanted to get here before the other guys did.I wanted that for you.""Idiot." Clay couldn't decide whether to melt or smack the man upside the head.He ran a fingertip over the tight, bruisedskin.Trent could have really hurt himself.Clay would have felt awful.It was hard to stay angry when Trent was giving him that sweet look.Emotions rushed through him: tenderness,protectiveness, annoyance.love.Fuck.He turned his face to the floor and struggled to compose himself."Hey." A big hand caught Clay's chin and tilted it up until he was forced to meet Trent's gaze again.Trent watched him withconcern."What's this? I'll be okay.""I know." Clay wasn't sure about himself.Letting himself fall for Trent was the fuckup to end all fuckups.At least all theother times he'd gone for the wrong guy, they'd lived near him, and been fully out.He'd had a chance.Even if Trent livednear him and was interested in something more than a vacation fling, Clay was willing to bet he wouldn't want to be openlydating a man.Clay would die a little each day being Trent's dirty secret.No matter how he looked at the situation, there couldbe no happy ending for him.He tried to smile."I'm being silly." He loosened the laces on Trent's other boot and pulled it off."Lay down for a while withyour foot up, and we'll see if that helps at all.If you don't mind, I'll take a shower.I can wrap your ankle again after you takeyours." "Sounds good." Trent gave him another one of those sweet smiles and swung his legs up onto the bed.Clay fled for the bathroom.* * * *He remained in the bathroom as long as he thought he could get away with, berating himself the whole time.How stupidcould one man possibly be? He kept making the same mistake over and over, in a progressively worse fashion.Somewhere out there had to be a nice guy who would care about Clay for himself, rather than looks or sex or anything else.Someone out, proud, and available--emotionally and otherwise.Someone who wouldn't think he was too fem, or wouldn'tcare.The guy didn't have to be as smoking hot as Trent was.All Clay wanted was a man who wanted him, in every way, formore than five minutes.Was that too much to ask?Apparently so.Clay sighed and wiped the fog off the mirror.When he got home, he was going back to his old self.No more of thispretending to be butch shit.He had wanted to prove to himself that he could hack it out here in the big bad wilderness, and hehad succeeded.He was done trying to be what other people wanted."One good thing came out of this," he whispered to his reflection.A pale stranger stared back at him, sad yet resolute.Hisheart tried to tell him that meeting Trent had been good, too, but he squashed the thought.He needed to start steeling himselffor the inevitable end of their fling.* * * *Clay's resolution to steel himself lasted until after dinner.When he'd emerged from the bathroom after his shower, Trent had been napping.Clay let the other man sleep more out ofself-preservation than anything else.If Trent had been awake, he might have been tempted to say, or do, things he shouldn't.He woke him with just enough time to shower and wrap his ankle before they had to go over to the main building for dinner.After days of camp food, their dinner of grilled burgers, potato chips, and coleslaw tasted like ambrosia.Even talking to theother groups wasn't so bad.Clay felt like he had something to contribute to the conversation, unlike the first few days of theretreat.The big, bearded redhead and his partner had been first to come in, two days ago.They had taken a shortcut thatsounded like a living hell to Clay, but listening to their adventures on the way was funny.The other pair that had come inbefore they had were guys he didn't recognize.They were both quiet, focused on their food.Four other groups had made it inwhile he and Trent rested, all rueful about missing the last private cabin.Clay couldn't stop smiling as they congratulated himand Trent on their success in reaching camp third.Watching a few bedraggled groups make their way into camp while he ate only made Clay enjoy his dinner more.He andTrent would be returning to their tiny sanctuary, while the poor guys coming in would be forced to bunk with a bunch ofother people.Maybe he was mean to be happy about their misfortune, but didn't feel bad--especially when the elder Blumeand one of the sons showed up covered in mud.Dessert was chocolate pudding.Clay had two helpings, hoping indulging in chocolate might help him avoid other temptation.It didn't work.* * * * Like with so many of his resolutions over the years, Clay didn't quite succeed in steeling himself for the impendingseparation.It was hard to remember that in a couple of days they'd be moving on when Trent didn't act any differently.Trentmade no visible effort to distance himself from Clay.If anything, the man was more affectionate than ever, at least when theywere alone.The first night in their cabin, he drew Clay down onto one of the beds and kissed him with a tenderness thatbrought tears to Clay's eyes.He teased and caressed until Clay was ready to explode.Clay was worried about his ankle, butTrent put his fears to rest by lying on his back and having Clay ride him.It was slow and sweet.Clay came so hard he sawstars.Afterward Trent hobbled off to get a washcloth to clean the stickiness from both of them, and then he pushed the twosmall beds together and pulled Clay into his arms.Part of Clay wanted to pull away, to create the distance Trent didn't seemto want, but he couldn't make himself do it.Being in Trent's arms felt too good.The next day, they participated in a few fun team-building activities Jim and the rest of the staff had put together
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