“Need you. Need you. Edwin. Please.”
Edwin suspected Cooper didn’t even know what he was begging for. More contact. Always more contact. They scrambled for each other, and the clothes were impossible barriers. Edwin let Cooper tear at the material. He was beyond caring about the state of his clothing. When Cooper finally worked the buttons free, he slammed his mouth to Edwin’s again, and they were locked together, bare chest against bare chest.
Edwin only realized in a distant way that he didn’t feel Cooper’s chest move. There was no expansion for breath. No vibration of his heartbeat.
“Tell me, Edwin,” Cooper moaned against his mouth. “Tell me, please.”
Edwin’s mind stopped for a moment. Tell him what? What more did Cooper need from him? An echo of his own feelings? A promise? A declaration? Or did Cooper just want to know what was going through him? His brain could generate the questions, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t latch onto the answers.