“I think…I died…and went to heaven,” Spence managed to say.
“And took me with you,” Gregg replied breathlessly. “I knew we’d be good together, but damn.” He pulled out, slid off Spence, then held him tightly to his chest.
They stayed like that until their breathing and heartbeats returned to something close to normal.
“Shower?” Spence said.
“Together?”
“You have to ask?”
Gregg nodded. “It’s only polite to.”
They did, then returned to bed where they drifted off to sleep to the sound of the rain. 12
The following morning began with another round of sex—slower than the night before but equally as passionate. Then they ate breakfast, which Spence prepared because, as he told Gregg, “It’s my turn to cook while you relax and watch.”
Afterward, being men with things that they had to do to keep their respective roofs over their heads, they dressed and Spence left.