“Good.”
I ease him off me. I hold him while he comes off. I clean him with the same care I did last night because he deserves it and because I'm apparently a man who does that now. I get up. I find him a clean pair of boxers in my drawer that will be too big on him and I hand them over. He puts them on. He pulls his jeans on over them. He puts his shirt on inside out and I don't tell him because I like the look of him in my boxers with his shirt on wrong, walking around my apartment at quarter past seven in the morning like he belongs here.
He catches me watching.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
He plants his hands on his hips.
“Maddox.”
“You look good in my place.”
He flushes. All the way down his throat.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
He picks up his phone off the bed.PAUL (14). He turns it over so he doesn't have to look at it.
“I have to go.”
“I know.”
He shoulders his coat.
“I'm…”
“I know.”
“If I don't come back…”
I pull him in by the front of his shirt.
“You'll come back.”
“If—”
My fist in his shirt tightens.
“Theo.”
“What?”
“You'll come back.”
He nods.
He puts his hands on my face. He kisses me one more time. Then he turns and picks up his coat and walks out of my apartment.
I stand in my kitchen.
I stand there in my underwear with his cum drying on my stomach and his mouth still on my mouth and the sound of the door click echoing in my bones.
I am in this.
