He lost a bit of time, higher than stars and swimming in their glow. He might’ve sobbed a little as the waves kept coming, longer than he’d known he could feel this; Jason held him close and talked to him, though the words didn’t register, only the low rumble of the sound. Colby trembled, naked and laid bare but unafraid, only overcome by infinite iridescence.
Jason handled condom-disposal and clean-up, after a sprint into Colby’s trailer’s snug box-shaped bathroom. Colby, in a display of clinginess he probably ought to apologize for, actually whimpered and tried to hold Jason in place and then fastened himself to Jason everywhere upon the return. Jason did not seem to mind, only held him, rubbed his back, kissed him. Told him he was okay, he was better than okay, he was so good, so perfe
