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All Fernando knew was that Sands was being held by his 'friend.' It wasn't that Sands would have blamed him for being suspicious. After all, as far as Fernando knew the last time he was stuck with his friends he had gotten hurt.

Fernando dropped the book he was carrying and ran over to Sands. Sheldon felt a presence behind him. He inhaled and tried to concentrate on the scent invading his nose. It was a unique mixture of dirt and bubblegum. "It's okay, Fernando."

The boy eyed his friend with concern. His voice was shaky and hoarse. He was always concerned when adults cried; it was scary. Adults weren't supposed to cry, they were supposed to be strong. They were supposed to know the solutions to all the problems.

"You don't look okay."

Sands untangled himself from Meyers' embrace. He faced, where he figured the boy was standing. "Come here." Fernando walked into Sands' out stretched arms. Sands held the shaking boy to his chest. "Shhh. If I weren't okay, I'd tell you. If there was something wrong I'd let you know. You're very important to me, most of the time you're my eyes. Right now, I need you to trust me."

"Bueno."

"Good. I'm tired; I'm going to bed. Do your homework. If you get hungry there's leftover Lasagna in the fridge."

"Okay." Fernando watched as both men disappeared up the stairs. As he headed into the dining room with the books he had dropped, he was smiling. In the beginning, he had distrusted Meyers, and now he realized that Meyers was the one that saved Sands from himself.

Once they were in Sheldon's room with the door closed, Sands collapsed on the bed. Meyers watched him as he lay on his back on the bed. His hands were at his sides, his left leg was slightly bed, his right leg was straight, his hair was framing his face and his sunglasses were sitting straight on his face.

Meyers sat on the bed. "Relax. Do you trust me?" Jack knew that if he said no, they would go no further.

Sheldon swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Yes."

Jack smiled. "Good. Don't move." Meyers smiled, right out grinned as he saw Sheldon take another deep breath and then let his body relax. His breath hitched when Meyers removed his sunglasses. Sheldon tried to turn his head away but Meyers was right there, holding his hand. "You don't notice it, but you're still beautiful. It doesn't creep me out at all."
Sands was shaking, Meyers kissed his forehead, the corner of each socket, the tip of his nose and finally his mouth. Meyers slowly unzipped Sands' jeans, popped the button and began to slowly stroke him. Sheldon was moaning and bucking up into Jack's fist. Meyers sucked on two of his fingers and then he began to trace his hole.

As he slid his fingers, Sheldon felt as if the world had stopped. He moaned loudly as Meyers crooked his finger and brushed against his hot spot. Meyers quickly got his pants off and placed a condom on himself. He bent both of Sands' knees and spread his legs. "You okay?"

"Yeah."

Meyers began to slowly enter Sands' body. Sheldon on the other hand, was completely unprepared for how it would feel. He had expected that it would be like his rape. He had expected pain, burning and bright. However, what he got was pleasure beyond anything that he had ever known. It was only a matter of minutes before Sands was writhing beneath him. He was so close to coming; he was in a state of being where only pleasure existed. As Meyers kissed him, he began slamming into him, and then it was over.