“How do guys have sex? Real, full-on sex?” He bites his lip, his eyes swirling with something dark. “We’ll cover that soon. Right now, just shut up and kiss me.” “Just kiss?” “Sitting on my dick would be great, too, but we’ll cross that bridge when it comes. Right now I just want to kiss my dude.” Ty stays until his building’s curfew starts to approach. When he’s gone I realize he’s left his undershirt behind, this faded tie-dye thing that says ATLANTA PRIDE 2014. I don’t tell him, though – instead I lay it on my bed and sleep next to it. I don’t think I’m done with his scent just yet.
