Page 44 of Sam & Justin

Justin

Did you make it home?

Sam

Been home about 15 min.

You get everything wrapped up at the school?

Justin

Just finished. About to take a shower.

I thought about him in the shower, all sudsed up with water dripping down his face, and I suddenly really wished I was back in Gomillion.

Sam

Damn wish I was there.

Justin

I wish you were too.

I swallowed hard and fought the urge to try to get him to send me a picture. I had more than enough mental images from that weekend, enough that I’d be jacking off to memories from my high school reunion for a while. Of course, I hoped we’d get a chance to make new memories, but it seemed a bit too soon to be asking about that.

Sam

Enjoy your shower.

Think about me.

Okay, I didn’t fight the urge to be flirty too hard.

Justin

I will.

I didn’t think he much minded, not with that kind of reaction. I tucked my phone back in my pocket and got back to trying to find me some dinner.

Monday After the Reunion

The whole night, I was tossing and turning thinking about Justin. Even though he’d been all toppy when we’d fucked, he’d fallen asleep in my arms. I liked a man who didn’t mind being the little spoon after fucking me right through the mattress. I could still feel him every time I moved, a dull throbbing reminding me of the nights we’d shared, and I hated the fact that it was going to fade.

I was tired as hell when I got to my office. I had four clients scheduled, and I had to give them my full attention. They deserved that, even if my mind wanted to keep wandering back down the highway. Between clients, I kept checking my phone while I did my therapy notes. Justin and I had a staggered conversation going since last night, when we texted all through dinner, and he roped me into watching some modern day fairy tale show on a streaming service we both had. I didn’t really get the appeal but texting him about it made me feel like we were together.

We’d ended up watching two or three episodes before he said he was tired and went to bed. That’s probably why I ended up tossing and turning, really. The fact that I knew how good it felt to be in his bed, and while I’d always liked my own bed and my own space, it felt too big now.

Our conversation staggered in fits and bursts all day. A text here and there, just sharing tidbits about our work days. I missed him. It’d been twenty-four hours, and I missed him something awful. I didn’t know how the hell he already had that kind of an effect, but he did.

Thursday After the Reunion

I made plans to meet up with Axel after work on Thursday. We’d texted a few times during the week, but I hadn’t told him much about Justin. I knew he was itching to hear about it. Not just about Justin, but the reunion as a whole. He’d been the one to talk me into going, and this time last week, I’d never thought I’d be thankful for it. I thought I’d go, have a shitty time, and then come home to tell himI told you sowhen he started acting all high and mighty about me taking his advice. I’d really been looking forward to getting to be smug, but that asshole just had to go and be right.

I wasn’t looking forward to telling him that part, but I did want to tell him everything about Justin. Well, almost everything. I didn’t have any intention of going into details about the two nights we spent together. There were other things I’d rather tell him about instead.

My phone buzzed as I pulled into the parking lot of Pie in the Sky, the best pizza joint in King’s Bay. Axel’s car was already in the parking lot, so I knew the text wasn’t from him saying he got caught up at the tattoo shop. I had a good feeling I knew who was texting me, and I was right.

Justin