Page 44 of Gettin' Lucky in Kentucky
He sat up and laughed deeply. “Don’t worry, son. I didn’t like… fuck you or anything. I sleep nude, and you didn’t have any underwear on, and the thought of trying to pull your pants back on your drunk ass was just too much. Fuck, man… I don’t care. Your ass was a great resting place for my cock, though. It was very warm.”
“Holy shit, I thought we… I mean, we’re naked.”
“No, dude. I’m just cool with it. I mean, it’s just two guys cuddling nude in bed. I bet you’re great to sleep with when you’re not a raging drunk. God, man… I can smell your stank breath over here… Go rinse or something and let me look at that hot ass again.” He teased me and slapped my ass as I got out of bed. I turned to stare at him. “By the way… How did I not know that you were carrying around a fucking monster of a dick! Holy shit, dude. Your little guy let you stick that up his ass. I am impressed.”
“Stop being a dick,” I managed. Thank god I was sober. There had been a few nights when I woke up drunk still the next morning, and that would have been very bad for me today. Still, it was not going to be easy.
“Do you want to talk about it, brother? You said some things last night… About Calvin? Do you want to talk about it?” Elder asked from his bed. His muscular chest rising with each breath he took. They were like mountains. Bit it didn’t turn me on the way Calvin did. It was just Elder.
“I think I really fucked things up… I told him that I couldn’t deal with all of it right now, Elder. I said that I needed some time. His last relationship was really fucked up. It was with a straight guy who strung him along and broke his heart. I… yeah… I fucked up.” I looked at myself in the mirror. Fuck, I looked like death. I wasn’t sure there was enough greasy food in Moray to get me through this day.
“Let’s got to the Pig for some breakfast today, my treat, Mason. And as for your boy… You love him, don’t you?” he asked, surprise heavy in his voice.
“I think I do.”
“Then there is nothing else more important in the world than that. Cherish it and hold onto it. What do you have to do to make it okay?”
“I don’t know…” I unscrewed the cap and swished some mouthwash into my mouth. Now even I could smell the death that was my breath.
“Mason… Have you ever heard of a grand gesture?”
We went to breakfast, and Elder helped me to see what it was I needed to do. I just hoped I was strong enough to do it.
