Page 3 of Two for Joy

Chad laughed, brushing his hand through his freshly trimmed strands. “Thanks.”

“Did you do it yourself?”

Chad narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“Oh…”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I said it looked good, didn’t I?”

“Yours is looking wild.”

“I’ve got to do it myself nowadays.”

Chad swallowed hard and turned away.

“You got a newspaper?”

“Wouldn’t come without one.”

Chad laid it out on the table. He flicked through until he found the puzzle page, then slid the crossword as close to the plastic barrier as it could get.

“Oh, it’s a naughty one today…” Romeo said.

He was feeling frisky.

Chad frowned, studying the clues. None of them were considered naughty, but they never filled the crossword out how it was supposed to be done anyway.

“I don’t see—

“What about this one?” Romeo said. “More than want, six letters…”

“Need … crave…”

Romeo smirked. “Have you forgotten how crosswords work? It’s only been a week.”

Chad narrowed his big brown eyes, and the skin pinched together at the top of his nose.

“Desire.” Chad said.

Romeo nodded, licking his lips. “That’s right.”

“Okay … how about this, strong affection, seven letters.”

“It’s not love then.”

Chad’s cheeks burst with red pigment, and he pretended to study the crossword clues, the non-existent ones.

“Passion.” Romeo said.

Romeo saw the tilt of Chad’s smile. He wrote the letters in some random boxes, then nodded. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Here’s a good one. The act of suffocation by constricting airflow, some find pleasurable, seven letters.”

“Choking…”

Romeo looked at Chad’s neck and twitched his fingers. He remembered tightening his hand around Chad’s throat, his eyes had rolled back, his body relaxed, all apart from the hole Romeo was thrusting into. That tightened like a vice when Chad’s orgasm hit, wringing his own from his cock in pulses. He was getting hot and hard thinking about it, and by the way Chad was fidgeting on the other side of the barrier, he was, too.

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