It’s clear: when Bryn works, he looks at two things – his child. No desperation. Gay sex Not flashy. For a long moment, neither of us moves. The night outside is cool and soft, the parking lot mostly empty now, quiet in that way only late hours can be.Bryn turns to me. Maybe even wistful. I just don’t know if I should.My apartment is dark when I get home, save for the city’s ambient glow leaking through the windows. “That’s one way to put it.”He gives me a wink, then softens. His cock grazes my stomach as he leans in to kiss me again – this time deeper, more insistent.“I want to fuck you,” he whispers.I exhale slowly, already dizzy with him. His fingers still on the rim of his almost empty cup. That final moan. His forehead pressed to mine, my arms wrapped tight around him. The writing’s more of a… catharsis thing. “Do you see now why I’m scared?”He nods.
