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Dale was fairly certain he was going to survive the weekend, but only because he had survived more difficult things in the past and knew himself to be a strong and resilient man. Everything was just not going the way it should have been in his life right now, and he didn't know whether to be bothered by that or whether to be glad that even on a strange and remote island like this one, life just happened, surprises and all.

It was both a disappointment and a relief that Joe had decided to try living at home again, and Dale certainly didn't have to think too hard to know why it was each of those things. At least it meant he didn't have to worry about where, and how, he slept, even if that sleep was still going to be a troubled one.

With that lonely thought in his head, Dale stripped down to his boxer shorts and contemplated getting into the empty bed.

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After talking to Dale -- and maybe sort of tearing up in front of Dale, although he'd deny it for the rest of his life -- Joe had gone inside with Logan and looked for something to wear other than the shorts and t-shirt he'd had on. As a result he'd spent the rest of the day wandering around in combat boots and a black dress (http://daily.gorgeous-wallpaper.com/images/96.jpg) that he thought looked pretty stupid. Which didn't explain why he was still wearing it as he wandered back toward Dale's hut, but he tried not to think about that, because he knew if he thought about it, he'd come to the conclusion that he was wearing it because it was short.

On top of pretending that he didn't know why he was wearing the dress, Joe was also pretending he didn't know why he was going back to Dale's when he'd said he'd sleep at his own place that night. The reasons were complicated, all of them, but he knew exactly why he was going back. He just didn't want to think about it and so as he approached, rapping his fingers against the side of Dale's hut, he shoved them out of his mind.

Dale looked up at the sound, suspecting a lizard or a rodent while at the same time knowing what it really was, and stood still right where he was while Joe slipped inside the hut like some sort of apparition.

He thought of about a dozen questions to ask him -- her -- him -- yet asked none of them, didn't even say anything, just drank in the sight and then suddenly found himself moving closer, closer, without even having thought about it first.

Joe was aware of how stupid this was, of how it could fuck everything up for them, but he didn't want to think about that shit. Not right now, not until the morning or maybe not even then. Maybe not until he was back to being a man.

Even as Dale just moved closer Joe already felt changes, he felt his breath quickening and a weird heat low in his stomach. He'd felt this all day, but not this strong, not this overwhelming, and he reached out to hook one finger in the elastic of Dale's boxers.

Dale didn't stop moving until he had one hand on Joe's waist and one hand behind Joe's neck and was kissing her, hard, pressing her back against the wall by the door. There was no more resistance in him and at this time of night, in this light, under these circumstances, he just couldn't think of any reason not to do exactly what he was doing.

Earlier Joe had said that the first time they did this, he didn't want to be a woman and he'd meant that, but now it didn't seem to matter quite so much. The hand by Dale's waist slid around to his back, fingers clutching at his skin as the other hand came up and pushed through his hair. And Joe wasn't sure how many of the curses echoing in his mind were escaping against Dale's mouth, but eventually he heard a low, "Fuck," and had to assume it had been him.

God, it was so wrong, somewhere in his gut Dale still knew that even if his conscious mind was beyond reason, but for something so deeply wrong it felt tremendous. Joe's lips were soft, his skin warm and smooth, and Dale couldn't help but let his hand drift down to the hem of Joe's skirt, start pushing it higher and higher up his thigh.

There wasn't much of a skirt to push up and Joe's hips unconsciously pushed into Dale's touch, into the heat of his body in front of him and even though he was mostly lost in what they were doing, he still couldn't help thinking how fucking weird it felt. Where there was normally something hard between his legs, all he could feel now was heat and a strange sort of ache, so he arched into Dale again, his fingers tight on his hip, trying to drag him closer.

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