“It’s an allegory for gay relationships and how isolating they are in the homophobic era we are in, and the loss queer people have to go through often alone, like they are on a deserted island, when they go through a breakup or the death of their loved one because they can’t talk about it!” Wolfe is getting heated and passionate, and it’s kinda hot. “It’s about grief and loss and the process of getting through it.”
But also, why does that make sense, and why did he see it before I did? I can’t even tell if this is conspiracy-level shit or something a film student would come up with.
“I hate it here.”
“Learn your own culture!”
He puts on Castaway, and now he might be brainwashing me.
“If this is what you say it is, what is the detail about him delivering the package at the end?”
“He’s getting rid of his baggage and moving on in silence like so many queer people have to.”
“Did you take a film class I wasn’t aware of?”
His lips twitch up at the corners just a bit.
I throw a pillow at him. “Did you make me watch that entire movie with a critical gay eye to fuck with me?”
“No, it’s a great gay movie.” He redirects the pillow, then tackles me, pinning me to the sofa to kiss me.
I pick up my head to brush my lips over his, egging him on. “Do you have extra energy you need to work out?”
“You have no idea.” He’s been entirely too gentle with me since the concussion, and while I’m not complaining about a slow and deep fuck, I need to be railed again. “After losing and with practice cut short.”
“Are you going to take it out on me finally?” I don’t even hold back how much I need it. Need him.
“Do you deserve it?” he asks playfully.
I fight his hold, acting offended. “I always deserve it. My needs should come first. No matter what.”
“Your needs always come first, baby.” Wolfe kisses me like I’ve never been kissed, and it’s almost as good as when he makes me come. “No matter what.”
“No matter what?” I ask, not letting myself fall into the fantasy. “Only until we’re done faking this.”
“Even if we married other people, you’ll still come first.” He gives me a look like I should know that.
“Even if?” I blink.
“I mean, this is working out pretty well. Why would we fix something that ain’t broken?” He nods, and I can see the wheels in his head turning.
If I don’t put a stop to it, we’re going to end up married. “We’re not getting married.”
“It could happen.” He winks and shoves up my shirt, trying to distract me with his tongue on my nipples.
“Why would it happen?”
“People get married for all different reasons. We shouldn’t let technicalities come between us.”
“Those technicalities better turn into the blow job you promised.”
“Is that what you want?” He laughs and moves lower, skimming his nose down my abs.
My hips buck up into him, a little shocked he’s actually going to go through with this. “Yes, fucking please.”
Someone clears their throat behind us.
Wolfe freezes, and then, after a moment, he sits back. “Seaborn. I didn’t think you were home.”
