He rubbed the side of my face with the pad of his thumb before letting go.
I fetched my bag and glasses from the other room and joined him again, not daring to manually shave like Calvin. “I cannot see well enough to trust a razor against my jugular,” I explained, making a half-assed effort on my face with an electric razor.
Calvin smiled and continued shaving in silence.
I sort of liked this. Neil and I had never shared the bathroom to get ready, but it was sort of sweet and domestic to be shaving together, even if it was too cramped and crowded. “Have you been with a lot of guys?” I asked while brushing my teeth.
Calvin had finished shaving and was washing the soap off. “Define ‘a lot,’” he answered.
“More than one by several.”
“Then yes,” he answered dryly.
“A lot of boyfriends?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“How many?”
He started brushing and didn’t answer until he finished. “One or two.”
“That’s it?”
Calvin nodded and grabbed deodorant and cologne. “Yeah.” He looked over at me. “Why, you know someone who’s interested?”
I snorted and washed my mouth out. “I know a guy,” I agreed.
“I think I’ve told him no a few times.”
“He’s a persistent shit.”
“I’ll say.”
I laughed and leaned over to read the label on Calvin’s cologne.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just like that smell.”
Calvin started coffee after finishing in the bathroom. “Can you stay, or do you have to drink coffee with your date?” he asked, and don’t think I didn’t notice the tone in which he saiddate.
“I can stay,” I replied, voice muffled as I tugged a T-shirt over my head.
Calvin stood in front of his closet in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his upper thighs, his cock and balls heavy and snug in the soft cotton.
I moved up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing up close.
“Hello,” he said, still sorting through hung up shirts.
“Hey.”
“I don’t have time to go a second round, baby, so don’t get me excited.”
“I’ll try not to.” I leaned my forehead against his warm back for a beat before kissing his freckled shoulder. “How long would it take for me to kiss each freckle you have?”
“You’d be dead before you finished.”
I laughed and let him go so he could dress. “Do you not like them?”
