Page 62 of Mayfly

“It’s fine. Don’t worry. It’s the least of my concerns.”

“Still.“

“It’s fine.” Curren's tone is short, but he rests his head on Issak’s shoulder, stopping his sentence in its tracks.

“Please come with me.”

Curren runs his fingers through Issak’s long hair; so different from mine. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere you want. I’ll move anywhere for you.”

“What if I refuse to do anymore hits?”

“Ha?” Issak pulls back to look at him. “What will you do for money?“

“No more hits!”

“Oh—okay, yeah, alright. We’ll figure it out.”

“Money’s not an issue. It doesn’t burn a hole in my pocket like it does yours.”

“But where do you wanna go?”

“Fuck me.” Curren pushes back from Issak, separating their bodies completely. “I dunno. Greece?”

My lips quiver, tugging on the tape. Tears stream through the drying blood on my cheeks, and I hang my head, unable to stomach any more of the unfolding story that had been mine.

“I’m sorry.” Issak reaches for Curren, but his advance is met by another retreating step.

Curren holds up his hands. “I hate it when you act like a little bitch. It’s fucking annoying.”

Still reaching out, Issak drops to his knees. “I’m sorry—“ he catches himself, lowers his hands, and takes a moment to refocus. “I’m just nervous. I’ve been holding onto this for half of my life. It took me years to find him, and even longer to get myself into a position where he’d listen.”

“So what? You’re a cop now, too?”

“You can’t be that naïve. How would that work with me living thousands of miles away?”

“Enlighten me then.”

“Do you want him to tell you?”

I whip my head back up.

“No Marius,” Curren says, stepping closer so he can look down at him. “I wantyouto tell me.”

Issak lets out the most lust-filled, pathetically-submissive breath, because nothing compares to the sadistic masculinity Curren holds within him.

Licking his lips, Curren stares down at Issak, then lifts his foot and steps on his crotch. Sucking in air, Issak fists his hands and lets his head fall back.

“Are you going to tell me?” Curren asks, and when the reply isn’t instant, he twists his foot.

“Fuck,” Issak groans. “We could just show him what he’s gonna miss out on. I know you want it, too. You can’t tell me that in all those years we shared a bed, you never once thought about having sex with me.”

Curren shrugs. “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.”

“I did… I was hard all night when we slept together, then I’d jerk off in the toilets.”

“Tsk. That’s kinda pathetic. What did I ever do to make you think I’d fuck a man?”

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