Saturday evening, naked and tangled, Joe and Chris lay blissfully satisfied under the sheet.
Joe’s heart pounded still from their wild love making.
Christophe looked at him through a strand of his ginger hair. His forehead shone with sweat. Joe hadn’t let him alone since the afternoon. “Will you let me eat?” Christophe asked, pulling a hair on Joe’s chest. “You big beast.” He moved to rise out of Joe’s arms.
But Joe drew him back roughly. “No,” he grunted, locking Chris inside his arms again.
“Then light me a cigarette, darling.”
Joe reached over for Chris’s case on the floor and lit him a cigarette. He inhaled a bit of the smoke and passed the cigarette to Chris. Christophe smoked, lying on his back, with his head on Joe’s chest. Quietly, they shared the cigarette, blowing circles up
