One love.
Into my ear, Joey whispers, “I love you, Brian. Always and forever, as cheesy as that sounds. I’ll love you no matter what you do or say or think, and that’s more than any girlfriend, any boyfriend, any lover will ever promise you.”
“Joe,” I sigh.
“That’s not sex,” he adds, his voice still so quiet between us. “There’s nothing sexual about it. Stop trying to think of me in the same way you think of every other guy in your life. I’m not any other guy. I’m your brother.”
His body fits so nicely against mine. I savor this moment, the man above me, the body covering mine. I don’t want to lose this, ever. I don’t want to lose him. Conceding defeat, I tell him, “I know, Joey. I know.”
* * * *
Sometime later, I say into his pillow, “I feel your dick against my ass.”