I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.
A pause followed my greeting. Then “We’re watching you ” whispered the voice on the other end. “Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? ” Silence. Then dial tone. These younger demons. So easily discouraged.
Love... doesn’t happen every day. It doesn’t happen at all for some people.
I can’t figure out where you put all that,” Tucker observed. “You eat like a horse.” “It goes straight to my cock.
People did terrible things to each other- and half the time they did it by accident.
Why did we all crave love so badly when half the time it left us annihilated?
They took turns kissing necks and ears and stubbled chins. He had never found or expected gentleness from Tucker, but here it was, his for the asking. His even if he didn’t know how to ask.
And yet, even as I made these plans, there was a small dismayed corner of my heart. Like those stupid cartoons when you’re a kid: little red devil on one shoulder and the little angel in his nightie on the other. My good angel was hiding his eyes.
His knee was killing him, was not going to support him for much longer, but of far greater importance seemed the erection shoving against the constriction of his jeans. Biological imperative.
Maybe he had a gaydar anti-cloaking device.
And that infrequent and devastating smile – and eyes just the color of a Scottish loch at sunset, sort of green-gold, like summer bracken or polished cairngorm.
Well, Hodge, wasn’t the brightest candle on the birthday cake.
What the hell were the odds of attracting two stalkers within a year? Was it my aftershave?
Like true philosophers I’ve come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.
People loved you in the way they knew how – and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.
Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.
All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.