Brother to Brother

It was with profound regret that, in the midst of their post-fuck kisses and nips and nuzzles, Joseph forced himself to beg Afram for a pledge.

“We cannot do this again here, Afram. It is much too dangerous here. This is not our world. We cannot tempt the forces that set our peoples apart here. You must promise not to come to me again. I regret I even e-mailed you I’d be here tonight. I just wanted to have some sort of connection, for you to stand over there in your world and I here in mine and for the two of us to look across the great divide into the other’s forbidden world, knowing we were one. What if I had changed schedules and someone else had been here tonight?”

“Then I would have fucked him,” Afram said. And then he laughed. That was one of the traits of Afram that Joseph loved the best—his free-flowing, earthy humor.

But this was not the time nor the place for that. “No, this is serious, Afram. We cannot.”