I FELL FATALLY IN LOVE

Everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place.

It was unnecessary to consult a watch. The exquisite languor of the afternoon told her that this was the hour when people weary of humdrum activities tend to doze and dream as she was doing now.

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“You want to help a guy out? I only got so many hands.”

Two, from Gale’s count: one, braced on the back of the armchair beside Gale’s head where it’s tipped, necessary purchase; the other, gripped into Gale’s jaw and doing the tipping, keeping his neck straining and his mouth where John can reach it. Gale’s hands (also two, though he’d confidently say zero for how he’s plain forgot about them) are useless and clawed into John’s ass, less feeling him up and more stopping himself from floating away. John’s got meat for his nails to sink into, blunt though they are for tennis, and his muscles are filling Gale’s palms all generous and tireless as he works himself on Gale’s cock the way he has been—slow, heavy, certain.

“It’s hot that you’re a briefs boy. Conservative, clean-cut, practical.” He’s drawling, joking, and finally works Gale’s shorts down past his hips, leaning back to invite him to step out of them. “You know they invented jockstraps for a reason?”

“Yeah? What reason might that be?”

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You sound like my dad, John. My father liked to drink. When he drank, he gambled. I can’t tell you the amount of nights I spent sleeping on benches in Casper’s parlors and pony tracks. Didn’t matter if it was a ball game, horse, dog, game of cards, he’d bet. He’d usually lose. But he kept doing it. He’d always tell me when his luck was down, “Gale, this time I can feel it.” Was always looking for the shortcut.