He lay his head on the back of the sofa, closing his eyes, chewing on the sweetness. He glanced at his belly that slightly sagged at the waist of his pants. Gay sex Derek, don’t you see? But he had a son staying, assuming he was still there.When they were sitting, he felt Emrys’ foot rubbing his own which felt both a relief and torturous. You saw us. Instead of embracing him, he kissed Derek on the forehead and turned. Of course he was. What more is there to say?”Emrys shut his mouth as if he had been silenced. “Come.”Not understanding, Derek stood up and Emrys led him down the hall, up the crooked, age-old stairway and into the apartment, into the bedroom where they didn’t, as he expected, turn to each other with the relieved sex of lovers who have reconciled after a tense argument. “But now you’re here. I don’t quite understand why you’re torturing yourself.”Was he torturing himself? “Because, I let him, for a second. He said, “I’m sorry, Emrys.”He got no response which felt worse than anything. Emrys got up and walked into the kitchen.
