"I thought you weren't going to offer me any more advice," I said."Considering I spurned your earlier wisdom."
"You can be a real shit, Hugo."
"Ah, put two creams and a sugar in that attitude, Eric. Lighten up."
Kurt gently but absolutely took over my thoughts.
I'd be making Xeroxes of important documents for Steve, talkingcomputer business with Jenn, ringing up a customer at the registerand suddenly-- Kurt's face, his body, his touch would envelope mewithout warning.
I'd close my eyes for a second and it felt as if he was there. I could smell him, feel his body heat, the same way that I used tobe able to do with Charley.
It's strange to be in love again.
"When are they supposed to let your cute little bubble butt out ofthis dump?" I asked Mr. Reed, while we watched "Cops" in hishospital room.
He shrugged. "Couple of days."
"That's too long," I said, squeezing his hand. "I don't want to wait."
"Wait?"
I put a finger to his lips and then walked over to thedoor. "This is a private room, right?" Kurt nodded. "Are youexpecting a nurse anytime soon?"
"No," he said.
I grabbed a folding chair from the corner and jammed it up underthe door knob. "We only have a short time."
He shifted, sitting up in the bed, his backbone straight, watchingme. "What are you doing?"
"Sssh," I said. "Time is of the essence."
I peeled back his sheet, slipped my hand up his gown, and gently began to touch him.
"Don't tease me," he said, putting his hand on top of my hand tostop me.
"I'm not teasing." I took his hand away and started to stroke him.
I could hear the "Bad Boys. Bad Boys. Whatcha gonna do?" lyricsof the TV show's theme song playing in the background.
I kissed his eyes, delicately let my fingertips travel over hischeek, ran my thumb over his lip, which I noticed quivered from the touch.
He signed in pleasure as our rhythm continued, increasing, building...
Our eyes locked.
In lust.
In love.
