“Don’t forget Skype sex,” Rafe said, a single tear pooling in his left eye. “Lots of fucking Skypesex.”
Eamonn wiped it away. “Hey Rafe. Don’t be afraid…” he sang, the familiar melody ofHey Judefilling Rafe’sears.
“Take a sad song…” Rafe rested his head on his firm chest. They swayed to the song in theirhead.
One more explosive kiss and slip of Eamonn’s tongue in his mouth, and then it really was time to go. Eamonn headed to the TSAagent.
“I know you like to wear your wallet in your back pocket, but maybe you should wear it in front,” Rafesaid.
Eamonn made a small production of putting his wallet in his front pocket for Rafe. He showed off the new bulge proudly. It was Rafe’s second-favorite bulge onhim.
“I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job to worry aboutyou.”
“I likeit.”
Eamonn faded into the crowd of travelers, but before he went through the body scanner and disappeared into the terminal, his eyes found Rafe. He interlocked his fingerstogether.
Rafe did thesame.
Connected.
