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Atlas.”
“So you chased women.”
“With a sword. Look! Make a wish! I hounded them until I was killed
by Artemis.”
“No wonder you’re a writer. This sounds like the plot of a Steve Reeves
movie.”
“Artemis was a woman. A virgin huntress.”
“A lady with a gun?”
“She was the sister of Apollo, the god of light and poetry and manly
beauty.”
“Apollo couldn’t save you?”
“He never tried.”
“Why not?”
“I might ask you.”
“Why me?”
“Because, if I’m Ryan-Orion, you are Kick-Apollo.”
“You’re joking,” Kick said. He paused. “You’re not joking.”
“I’m on to you,” Ryan said. “I know you’ve come here from another
star.”
Kick thrust his thick blond hands into Ryan’s ribs, tickling him, mak-
ing him scream in the tangle of the sleeping bag. “You must stop saying
that,” Kick said. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s true!”
Kick rolled full-body on top of Ryan and placed the palm of his hand
over Ryan’s mouth. He looked directly down into Ryan’s eyes. “It’s not
true,” he whispered. He repeated the phrase staring down into Ryan’s eyes.
“It’s not true. I’m going to take my hand away and I want you to say it’s
not true.”
Ryan gasped for air. Kick’s serious muscle weighed heavy on him. He
looked directly up into Kick’s eyes, his face, his halo of blond hair, the sky
full of stars behind him.
“Say it,” Kick said.
“It’s...not...true,” Ryan said.
“I’ll kiss you to prove it.” Kick lowered his face, grazing noses, brush-
ing moustaches, touching lips, tangling tongues.
Omigod, Ryan thought. He’s lying. I’m lying. We’re both lying.
They wrestled and necked and stopped short of cuming, finally bur-
rowing in together, cuddling and laughing and wishing on every falling
star. With their arms wrapped tight around each other, Ryan wondered
why they didn’t, couldn’t, break the bounds of gravity. They were in

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