Laurent placed his tchotchkes
With care.
Some care.
Not his usual great care.
This was his new way
Of being.
Lighter.
Happier.
Care free,
Almost.
Larry had made room
For his stuff.
Half the closet.
* What the f ....... Laurent ..... *
He knew what was coming next.
He smirked at the thought.
-- What ? --
* You know what * Larry laughed,
* The closet *
-- It needed organizing --
He couldn't let go of "caring"
Completely.
* It's too ...... tidy.
It's too ..... you *
-- You don't like "me" ? --
He pushed Larry back on to the bed.
He crawled on top of him,
Both laughing,
Touching,
Feeling the warmth of
Connected skin
Under fingertips,
Gazing lustfully
Into brown and
Chocolate eyes.
The smiles left,
But the lust remained.
A heated kiss
In place of the smile.
* I have to pack, Lau *
He got up then.
-- Where now ? --
He tried not to sound
Bereft,
He was bereft.
And needy.
Stop ! Stop this, now.
How old are you ?
Laurent moved in,
Partly,
Because Larry would be gone.
A lot.
Away, at work.
He could be
On his own.
He would have the space, and time,
To think,
To feel,
To learn about himself.
To be himself.
But not actually be,
Alone.
Lonely.
Then Larry would come back to his home,
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