In Zeitgeist, we sat far apart on the sofa, both watching a documentary on Midnight Express, a movie neither of us had seen. I knew we should have been closer, so when I got up to use the restroom, I came back and sat very close to him. He grabbed my hand. I picked up his arm and put it over my shoulders. Our faces were turned toward the film, but my mind was elsewhere. I whispered and asked him what he’d like to do after the show. Finally, at the end of the movie, he turned to me and kissed me. We brushed each other’s lips and nibbled on each other until the director and producer of the film came to speak with the audience. He sat close, his hand on my thigh.
After the movie, we walked to a bar nearby. The bartender was in a dispute with a drunk and entitled customer about respect, and we exchanged entertained looks. The bartender engaged us in conversation about his customers, about his daily routine, and other too-personal topics. He asked if I wanted to walk around some more, and I told him we could go to his place. He looked a little surprised, but responded with something along the lines of “of course.” We got to his place and snuggled up again, no prompting of affection available. We searched for movies and put one on. Moments after it started, we were kissing again, tugging at each other’s flesh and hair. I straddled him and tangled my hands in his hair as we pushed against each other. He asked if I’d like to move to his room.
There, we peeled each other’s clothes off. He pulled down the shoulders of my lingerie and slid it down over me. He kissed down my chest and stomach. We rolled over and I asked if he was recently tested. He assured me that he was. He said he’d have to go look for some condoms if we decided to use one, and we looked at each other for a second before I shook my head and said “Ok.” We wrapped our naked bodies together, pressing against each other’s lips. We went to sleep like that. He’s a heavy sleeper and snores a little, but he looks sweet asleep. His body hair creeps up, untrimmed, to his neck. When his alarm went off for his pre-departure breakfast with friends, we laced up again, kissing and feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies. We fucked again and laid there for 20 minutes, talking about nothing meaningful, and then it was time for him to shower and leave.
He said goodbye, that he’ll be back in December, and we should do something together when he gets back.