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They tried to slow their breathing and stay silent in the cramped closet. Marcus stood at an uncomfortable angle with a leg over Chase's hip and both arms braced on either side of Chases' head. Chase didn't fare any better bent over backwards over a large machine.
Both sighed in relief when the sound of footsteps beyond the door faded down the hallway. Chase's laughter filled the small room and it wasn't long before Marcus laughed, too.
“Think we should make a break for it?”
Chase blinked in surprise because suddenly Marcus seemed way too close. He gulped, unable to look away from the muscles stretching along the other boy’s neck. His heart sped up and his palms started to sweat.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Chase almost choked when Marcus adjusted himself. He was glad the room was too dark for human eyes otherwise Marcus would've seen his beet red face. He groaned internally thanking his luck for putting him in this type of situation. The tiny crush he'd been beating back was suddenly roaring back to life. Chase fidgeted when Marcus leaned closer and shivered when he felt a warm breath brush across his cheek.
“Um, yeah, I'm good.”