Later Dante pulls on a pair of Ryan’s
boxers, rolling the waistband down to make them stay up on his
hips. Bare-chested and barefoot, he pads around the room, finally
unpacking the rest of their belongings. The clothing goes into the
dresser after he shakes out the wrinkles and Ryan’s skates go back
in his own duffle bag. On the bed, Ryan lies on his stomach, his
arms crossed beneath the pillow under his head, and watches him.
“Do you have to do that right this minute?” his boyfriend asks as
Dante rummages through his clothes. “Come here.”
“I’m almost done,” Dante tells him. He
is, too, another couple pairs of jeans, a few undershirts, the
socks and he’ll have Ryan’s suitcase emptied. When he passes the
bed Ryan reaches out and snags his boxers, pulls him back against
the matt
