After a short nap, Dante wakes to the sounds
of the tv turned down low. Ryan’s still beside him but he’s turned
away, up on one elbow to watch tv, and when he senses Dante’s
awake, he reaches back blindly and pats his ass in greeting. “Hey
baby,” he says, thumbing down the tv volume. “I didn’t wake you up,
did I?”
“No.” Dante rolls onto his back and
stretches like a cat, first his arms reaching above his head and
then his legs straightening until his feet point towards the end of
the bed. The boxers he wears pull down along his hips, and Ryan’s
hand tickles over his stomach. Sitting up, Dante folds his legs to
his chest and catches that hand between his knees. “Got you,” he
says with a laugh. As Ryan twists free, Dante asks, “How are you
feeling?”
Ryan shrugs. “Okay.” Clickin
