Two giant chocolate Easter bunnies that sat on Gideon’s kitchen counter were only half eaten by the time the first of May rolled around. Ten days later, Gideon offered Rudy a wrapped guitar for his birthday, which he pulled out from under the bed at Rudy’s after the two made love.
“Mmm. I wonder what it could be.”
Settled back against a whole lot of cream and ecru pillows, Rudy tore it open, and tried to make music. “Like this?”
Pressed against one another, most of Gideon’s bare front was to most of Rudy’s bare back. “Sort of. This is an actual G chord.” Gideon placed his own fingers on the fretboard, but let Rudy pluck the strings.
“Hey.” Rudy tilted backwards, over his shoulder, to offer Gideon a kiss. “Have you added any more to your song lately?”
“I’m not sure. I tend to write thi
