“That was good,” Bash said.
“It was.”
Bash, who considered himself generally very in control of his wants and emotions, had to fight an overwhelming urge to do something he knew he shouldn’t do: ask Adonis to spend the night.
They’d agreed at the very start that this was a line they wouldn’t cost. He couldn’t let his boyish emotions get in the way of that. They’d hooked up. They had sex. It was good. More than good. But that didn’t mean he needed to fall asleep with Adonis in his arms.
As much as he wanted to.
“I should probably let you pack, shouldn’t I?” Adonis murmured sleepily, his head tucked against Bash’s shoulder.
You could, Bash wanted to say, or you could stay, and we could distract each other by holding each other.
Instead: “That might be a good idea. Robbie wants to leave first thing in the morning.”
“Are you excited?”
“I am. Robbie’s family is nice. But I still do not understand Thanksgiving.”
Adonis waved a sleepy, dismissive hand. “Colonialism taken over and rebranded by consumerism. What’s not to understand?”
Bash snorted a laugh. “A good point, I suppose.”
He stroked Adonis’s hair. Adonis snuggled closer.
“Okay,” Adonis said when he had to stifle a yawn. “This was fun.” He slowly pushed himself up. He winked at Bash as he began to get dressed. Bash wished he could take a picture of this entire moment. “I’ll send you a calendar invite for a repeat of this after break, sound good?”
Bash laughed. “Soundsverygood.”
Interludes
Interlude 1
Bash & Adonis
From: [email protected]
Subject: Woe is me
Hi
I’m not sure if you check your email over Thanksgiving Break. Maybe you have that thing called “good work-life balance,” and if you do, good for you, but I don’t, so I thought I’d email you. I’m sorry that I haven’t texted a lot. Anamária has kept me very busy over break.
I’m beginning to think that when Anamária was born, aliens replaced her with a humanoid cyborg. What else could explain that woman’s work ethic? I don’t even know if I’d call it a work “ethic,” because “ethic” seems to imply a certain goodness.
Maybe work “vice,” though that doesn’t have the same flow to it. I’m going to workshop it.
Anyway. She’s kept me dreadfully busy during the break. No rest for the wicked or whatever they say. Every day it’s practice, practice, practice. We haven’t done any actual planning for a Thanksgiving dinner (I know that I said Thanksgiving was a consumerism scam, but I’ll admit I do appreciate the sentimentality of a Thanksgiving dinner).
All that to say, the break hasn’t been much of a break. I would much rather be back on campus, even if that means that I’d be busy as hell and going to class. At least it would mean I could see you. Also, what would you think about hanging out a bit more when we’re back after break? I still want to hook up, obviously, but you’re easy to talk to, and I enjoy it.
Let me know what you think!
Woefully,
Adonis Costa
