After his visit, German just sat and remembered. From the very first hug (and kiss) to the parting words (“Leave a message when you get back home.”) he could not stop his consideration of the boy whom he loved.

This had happened to him when they still lived together. After an intimate evening and its caresses, he drank his coffee and considered their actions from every angle.

It wasn’t clear if all of these memories lingered to compensate for their inability to unite in the ways he dreamed (coming together as one, never parting), or if he simply delighted in the intricacies of their various unions.

Either way it was clear to him that the simple touch of this boy electrified him. And in the moment of embrace there was nothing else. He sipped his drink and closed his eyes, and once again allowed the world to disappear in the arms of last night and all of the others they had spent together.