Sometimes he felt like a well-worn suitcase, tumbling round the luggage
carousels of life. Plastered with labels - some yellowed and peeling, others still
shiny with glossy novelty. Actor, husband, father, director, divor...
Elijah stretched languorously.
“Thinking again, Sean?”
“Labels,” Sean replied succinctly. “What am I now? Gay?” he glanced at the
man beside him on the bed and grinned. “Gay-friendly?”
Elijah shrugged, “What’s wrong with ‘Property of EJ Wood’?”
“Classy,” his lover agreed. “Want it on my ass?”
The blue eyes darkened to indigo, and the corners of the teasing smile crimped
softly.
“No,” Elijah whispered. “Only on your heart.”
~~~~~
carousels of life. Plastered with labels - some yellowed and peeling, others still
shiny with glossy novelty. Actor, husband, father, director, divor...
Elijah stretched languorously.
“Thinking again, Sean?”
“Labels,” Sean replied succinctly. “What am I now? Gay?” he glanced at the
man beside him on the bed and grinned. “Gay-friendly?”
Elijah shrugged, “What’s wrong with ‘Property of EJ Wood’?”
“Classy,” his lover agreed. “Want it on my ass?”
The blue eyes darkened to indigo, and the corners of the teasing smile crimped
softly.
“No,” Elijah whispered. “Only on your heart.”
~~~~~
| STICK IT TO ME GENTLY |
