We ate the pizza. Actually, we devoured the pizza, plus the soda in the mini fridge and pretty much all the food within. I hadn’t noticed it in the other room, mainly because I didn’t know to look. Flop motels don’t have mini fridges, at least not stocked ones. Oh, and thank you, Dan, wherever you are.
It was late by the time we got into bed. There were two beds again. And, again, Benny was in mine, the purloined clothes folded neatly on the other one.
We were side by side, thigh to thigh, foot to foot, hand in hand. If I could’ve simultaneously pressed every inch of my body to every inch of his body, I would have.
“I wish I was gay, Ted,” he said. “I wish I could want you the same way you want me.” He turned his face my way. “But in every other way, I’m here for you.” He smiled. He squ
