Horsing Around
They couldn’t f**k in the house. David got too loud and it felt strange to have Marcus on him and in him while they were in the bed where he’d spent his teenaged years. They arrived two days before Christmas. When they carried their bags upstairs, David’s mother Sara told them, “You boys take David’s old room. I made up the bunk beds for you. ”
Oblivious. David wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
Marcus asked him about it as they unpacked their bags.
“She probably just thinks you’re some lonely singleton with no place to be on Christmas. I’ve brought friends home from college before at the holidays. Ones who couldn’t afford to fly back home or who didn’t want to.”
Marcus stood behind him and wrapped his strong arms around David’s waist. He gazed at David in the mirror.
