He moans, "Yes," and I squeeze his muscles, feeling his hard body respond to my touch.
"Who do you want, Drew?" I push him. Who, Andrew? Is it me or someone else. "Tell me who you want..." I tease him, fondling and caressing -- driving him wild.
"You baby, I want you!" he groans with escalating excitement.
I pull him back towards me roughly, and he wraps his arms behind him to grip me. Iāll make you want me, Andrew. Thereās no one else. Nobody else.
"Come on, baby. Tell me you want me. Tell me..." I bait him. He writhes beneath me, urging me on. God, I love you Andrew -- I need you....I...need...you.
"I want you," I hear him cry. Say my name, dammit. "I want you...yes, Eric..." Thatās what I want. Say my name, Andrew. I thrust harder, deeper.
Together now, together -- come on Eric, stay with him. But Iām so close...so....so..... Aaaaaah. I explode, clutching him to me, burying my soul in his.
Damn. I wanted to make it together.
Weāre still standing there in the dark in the mirror when I see it. Across the room. In the dark. In the distance.
No. Right here, because I'm looking in the mirror -- at a reflection. There, staring at me like a single glaring, invading, promiscuous red eye... the red light from my video camera.
Shit!
The reflection, I forgot about the reflection -- God, I can't let Drew see this. I push harder, further and maneuver us both back to the bed.
