“I can come home this weekend.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“Congress is in session for three weeks.”
“Ah.”
“I’ll be home this weekend,” he says again.
If he insists, I’m not going to talk him out of it. “I’m having dinner with Chris and Gibson tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Chris made it very clear that I’m not allowed to ignore his husband for the silly reason of ruining my life. Imagine that.”
“Why are you going, then?” he asks.
“To tell him so long. Let him know if he’s ever in Florida to look me up.”
“I hate this conversation.”
“Do you ever wish we never met?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Me, too.”
We both sigh. And then he moves, a slow deep stroke that makes me groan. “God, that feels so good.”
“I know. It’s so fucking good. Silas…baby…please…”
He doesn’t finish that one, now too busy fucking me, and I forget all about what he was saying because I get busy making it even better for both of us. We come at the same time with our mouths attached and his hand wrapped around my cock. I didn’t even need his touch, but I wasn’t about to tell him to let go.I never want him to let go.
This is so wrong. The fact that it feels so right defies all reason.
“I’m gonna think about all this,” he says after a few minutes as his dick goes soft inside me.
“All what?”
“What we talked about. Options. How I feel about things. Issues. The future.”
My stomach does a pathetically hopeful flip. “Okay.”
“Let me try now. Give me an issue, and I’ll try to say how I really feel about it.”
An issue?“That’s stupid.” Also, I’m not sure I want to know how he really feels about anything that happens in the government.
“No, do it. I’ve heard that sometimes what you really feel is the second thing you think of after you regurgitate what you were taught to feel.”
“Who said that?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Maybe I heard it on a podcast or a TedTalk. Do it. One issue.”
I sigh heavily and say, “Abortion.”
“Okay—that’s a good one. Should be easy for a Catholic, but I’ll open up my mind and give it a try.” With his cock literally lodged in my ass, he takes a minute to think silently before talking it through out loud.
“I would never ask someone to abort a baby. I probably wouldn’t suggest it as an option if someone came to me asking for advice. But I understand why it happens—especially when there are complications. But also I get what it feels like to feel like I can’t take care of someone. Thinking about the women in my life—Theresa or Rowan—the idea of telling them theycouldn’tdo something seems kind of high-handed coming from a man with no stake in the outcome. I guess I think people should be able to do what they can live with.”