“Sorry.”
David’s exuberance was only slightly dimmed. Bud, his Bud, was going to make love to him. He really would be his Bud afterward. Though it dawned on David that the bump to the head might give Bud the chance, when they were in bed together, to say, “Not tonight, dear, I’ve got a headache.” In view of Bud’s last remark, David thought it wise not to share his latest revelation.
“Come on, my brave soldier,” David said, “let’s get you inside.”
“That’s ‘brave Marine.’”
“Sorry, brave Marine,” David corrected.
Although David was concerned at Bud’s injury, he knew it would give him a great opportunity to give something back to the relationship, be the strong, supportive one for a change. Just don’t over-do it, he told himself, leading his brave Marine into the house.
* * * *
Lying in bed, his sleeping if sweaty man next to him, David sighed, knowing he had well and truly been made love to. Completely, expertly and mind-blowingly, made love to.