Cargasm

Dance sits quietly in the passenger seat while Drin negotiates the garage and the gate and some busy streets. He’s listening to the music Drin put on, eyes half shut, soaking it all in without moving at all. He apparently has a good imagination too, because the erection in his …

Doing It

“You know what you want, do you?” Drin says behind him. Dance turns in his arms and looks up. He can’t stop smiling, his cheeks hurt from it. He’ll let his face relax, and then the sight of the freckled arms, Drin’s graying hair all awry, red-and-white beard shimmering in …

Running Water

The morning begins hideously early. He didn’t sleep, of course. It’s not a hardship, laying for a scant few hours in Dance’s bed, with the man breathing those long, slow, sleep rhythms into his chest, their legs tangled warmly together. God, the sweetness of finally holding his musician. Drin just …