Campfire Road

Aftermath

Eric wakes normally and feels very normal, until he feels the arm around him.

He rolls over, waking Jazapie.
"Good morning."

Eric wonders, "How do you know when it is?"

"Light is dim about your drapes.
"The sun is rising."

Eric touches the buffness of Jazapie's chest, he lets no sigh shiw the psy-net's effect is gone, "All I've read of frykers says, there is no way to gain large muscle mass."

Jazapie admits, "No natural way and it is illegal to do chemically, as I did.
"I was heavily fined for it and banded from public positions."

Eric finishes the reasoning, "To prevent you from influencing others to prosue masculinity."

"Yes, that goes without saying for gender identity and frykers.
"I'm very sure you fully understand us now."

Eric has a deep breath, "I do, but also know now, I always have.
"Frykers created human society in their own reflection."

"Yes, fostering the bad, stimulating our challenges and suppressing good courses.
"Again, you understand.
"Why are we stating known facts?"

Eric pecks a kiss to his lips, then tries to get from the bed.

Jazapie pulls him back, "That's a tease and you know it."

Eric's smile feels too big for his face, "I do, but it's also human custom and I've been raised at least eighty-five percent human both times."

Jazapie lets him get up, "I know and you know, I know.
"So, again, why are we stating it?"

Eric finds the rest of their clean clothes on the floor, "Sometimes it just feels good to talk.
"Nothing needs be said, but noise made and traded.

"If it bothers you, I won't do it with you again."

Jazapie gets up and Eric hands him the shirts he got out for him.
"It does not bother me, I just didn't know that's what we were doing."

Eric pulls his shirt over his head, "I need to start coffee and I think I'll do breakfast.
"Are you hungry?"

Jazapie laughs as he puts on the two shirts, "I'm so overfed I might get fat."

Eric chuckles as he waits for Jazapie to put on socks, "Ya know there is far too much data between our heads to know all we know, let alone both."

Jazapie adjusts the assorted fit of clothes, "Yes, but it all will feed our instincts and most of it is but a thought away."

Eric wonders, "How do you keep so calm about it?
"I get that you have unnatural program that gives you almost a magic ability control yourself, but you are near hysterical and looks bored as you tuck in your shirt."

Jazapie has a slow breath and a content smile, "When a fryker in a child, they are drilled through every moment.
"There is no wild time, not free time.
"It is unnatural, but very normal.
"We are not taught how to express.
"It is hard to do something without knowing how."

Eric touches his deep tan face, "Ya all need to relax and have some laughs."

Jazapie yanks their bodies together, "Make me, please, make me."

Eric hugs him, "Just stop fighting off everyone trying to get to know you and it will just happen."

Jazapie smoothes his hair, "I keep getting told simple is best."

Eric dodges his kiss and ducks out of his room.
He laughs quietly as Jazapie gives chase through the hallway.
Eric slides the turn into the kitchen
and waits to catch Jazapie.