How does that Lana del Rey song go? To look at us, we seemed like grown men. Gay sex Tell me what you want.” He’s smiling wickedly, the fingering continues and is driving me out of my senses.“Your cock,” I manage to intone. And, man, we should start getting home. It’ll be just like the old times. Ted, leaning against the balustrade, capped shoulders bulging from his t-shirt looked distractingly sexy.He must have thought of my silence as me being startled or offended by the question because he began to apologize.“No, Teddy, it’s fine! Finally. If I weren’t on the ground writhing in pain, I’d probably gather him in my arms and tell him that everything was going to be okay, he didn’t need to look so sad, so broken. I tell it like I’m reading someone else’s ordeal out loud from a book. Little dude one of these days!”I don’t say anything.“Say,” Ted suggests. Chapel Hill. Please?”“Fine.”He leads me to the basement which is currently a hodgepodge of books, a sofa and TV, and Ted’s dumbbell collection. Also predictable. We went to great schools. “I couldn’t put that shit on you, little dude.”“So your solution is to join the army?” I punch him in the arm.
