Page 38 of C is for Comfort

Spencer

Corey arrives ten minutes early, wearing a pale pink shirt and white chinos.

“Do you always dress so nicely for sex?” I ask as I invite him into my apartment.

His cheeks pink up, and he dips his chin. “I guess it didn’t really matter what I put on if we’re just going to get naked.” He looks me up and down. “You look nice too.”

I’m wearing an old T-shirt and faded jeans, so he’s probably just being polite. Still, I’m not going to knock back a compliment.

“Are we going to skip the awkward small talk part and head straight to the bedroom?” I ask.

“Sounds good.”

I lead him down my hall, ignoring the first door, which is a bathroom, and the one directly ahead, which is the spare bedroom. We go right, past the door to the combined living area, and into my bedroom.

“You really do have a Monet print above your bed,” Corey says, staring at the framed print ofWater Lilies - Yellow Nirvana.

“You sound surprised.”

“I thought you were just trying to get in my pants.”

“I appreciate beautiful things,” I tell him.

I stand behind him, put my hands on his hips, and kiss his neck. He moans softly.

“You’re tense.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I move my hands to his shoulders and rub them.

“You’re so good at that.”

“Lots of practice.”

He tilts his head back as I keep kneading his shoulders, slowly working the tight knots out of his muscles. “I don’t get why you don’t have a long-term partner.”

I chuckle. “What makes you say that?”

“If I had a partner who could give massages like this, I’d never let them go.” He gasps. “Shit, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I don’t mind. It’s a nice compliment. There’s more to relationships than good massages.”

“I know.” He sighs. “I don’t have a good track record with long-term relationships.”

“Nor do I.” I brush my lips against his neck. “Do you want to talk or…?”

“Or,” Corey says in a determined voice. “Definitely or.”

“Then try to relax, sweet boy.”

Corey rolls his shoulders under my hands and tips his head from side to side. I can tell he’stryingto relax, but his muscles are still bunched up tight.

“This would probably be nicer if you were naked and lying on my bed,” I muse. I’d also be able to give him a proper deep tissue massage to really work out the tension and kinks in his muscles.

“Now you really are trying to get in my pants.” Corey chuckles.

“Considering you came over for sex, I don’t think I need to try hard, do I?”