Page 41 of After His Eulogy
“Yeah.”
“That’s all.”
“Okay.”
“That’s all it is.”
“Okay.”
He closes his eyes. Keeps his hand on my hip, the other fisted in the sheet. He lets me move slow inside him. His face is wet, his mouth open, and he’s sayingyeahevery few seconds, quiet, just for himself, just to confirm what’s happening. I’m moving and watching him and not stopping.
After, I do not know how long, he opens his eyes and says, “Faster.”
“Yeah?”
“A little. Faster.”
“Okay.”
I go a little faster.
He says, “Oh.”
He says it the way someone says oh when a thing they weren’t expecting becomes a thing. His back arches a little. His hand on the sheet tightens. His face changes. The wet-face stays, but underneath it there is something new, the version of his face that is starting to want. I am watching him want. I am the one giving him the thing.
“Reed…“
“Yeah.”
“I…“
“Yeah.”
“I think I might…“
He has not touched himself. I have not touched him. He is hard now. He is hard and he is going to come, untouched, with my cock in him. I have to slow down because if I do not slow down I am going to come first.
“Reed.”
“I know. I know. I’m slowing.”
“No.”
“What.”
“Don’t slow down.”
“You’re…“
“I want to. Reed. I want to.”
“Okay.”
I don’t slow down. I get my hand between us, my hand on him. He saysReedand his hand goes from my hip to the back of my neck and pulls me down. I’m over him, bracketing him, my forehead against his. Moving inside him, my hand on him, his hand on the back of my neck, his face wet against mine, and he’s going to…
“Reed…“
“Yeah.”
