Zinger

Teddy inadvertently stoked a burgeoning resentment. While he seemed fine with our life in Evanston, he did not seem fine with it anywhere else. His brother and sister had no idea he even lived with me, even when they pressed him to explain why he had moved from Spain to Evanston instead of someplace where he had family, or at least someplace sunny and warm like the coast of Spain had been. So, Teddy was fully integrated into my life; my friends and family knew him and accepted him. But, I was not remotely integrated into his life; I had not met a single friend of his or either of his siblings. With Teddy reeling from the call with Melissa’s parents, I should have subordinated my pique. I did not. Instead, I turned and left the room. Already dressed for a run, I took off before Teddy could reign me back in, just as I had in Jackson all those years before. I cried as I ran. It was cathartic.

When I got back from my run, Teddy was napping in our bed, a Cardinals throw draped over his naked body. Teddy was on his stomach with his arms crossed above his head, which was turned to the right. As I sat in a chair removing my running shoes, I stared at him. Even after all this time, I found him breathtaking. He did not shave often, so his cheeks were stubbled. He slept with a slight smile on his face. His hairy armpit was visible to me, as was his the right nipple and hairy chest. The muscles on his back rippled, even at rest. The throw covered his ass and the tops of his legs, but his hairy calves and athletic feet were visible.

I loved looking at him. My dick twitched almost every time I did, especially when he was naked. I was not one to believe sex cured all ills. But, it certainly did not hurt them, either. So, I stripped out of my running clothes and moved toward him. I pulled the throw off of him and climbed onto the bed, hovering over him. I kissed the back of his neck as he woke up.