Sex

Dedicated to PB

It had happened so naturally that night. An unexpected confession, a stolen kiss, and three hours later, here we were, sharing a bed, knowing exactly how this evening would end.

I could feel my pulse racing as he leaned towards me, feeling his lips brush against mine. It surprised me, this burst of passion, considering how I was older, and more experienced in the game, surprised me that I was the one who lost control and pulled him against me, feeling the muscles and sinews tense as we both lost ourselves in the ecstasy of it all.

And there we were, lying beside each other, exhausted. I leant towards him, brushing my fingers against his face.

He flinched, and I sighed. 

“Animals in the wild do this too, you know.”

It always happened this way with the young ones, the confusion, the guilt that crept up after the initial sexual encounter. The questioning. I had seen it before, and I needed to put a stop to it.

“You’re gay. Accept it. You don’t have to rationalize it,” I said, perhaps a little more roughly than I intended.

His face fell at my voice, a shadow of the virile young man I had coaxed into bed with me. His struggle with his sexuality was ongoing, and once again, I curbed my anger and gently pulled him to my chest, feeling the sobs rack his body.