Chapter 19

With one final thrust that sends him up into me as far as he can go, he comes in a hot rush that gets me off again, too. “Allan,” he sobs. Suddenly he seems so young, just another lonely boy in this world, just like me. I release his arms and lie down above him. He wraps me in a tight embrace, his mouth buried in my hair, his wilting erection still lodged deep in me.

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Later, when we crawl into bed to sleep, we lie on our sides, naked, facing each other. We’re so close we share the same pillow, and each breath I draw is one he’s already expelled. His arm curves over my hip, his hand cupping my butt cheek, and he has one leg draped over mine. We’re so tangled together I don’t think we’ll ever come apart. Around us the room is dark, the lamp turned off, and the only sounds come from our breathing and the soft slur of salt against the windows. Every time I try to speak, he kisses me quiet.