Page 25 of Crybaby
“Yes, that me.”
“I guess I’m a great teacher.”
“No, savant is natural gift, not learn.”
“Youliterallydidn’t know what savant meant a second ago.”
“I just know.”
“Okay, well, Mr. I-Just-Know, can I eat you out or nah?”
Sasha stared at him for a moment. “Like…ass?”
Jason pressed his lips together to avoid laughing. “Yeah. No pressure, I know we’ve never done that before.”
“I shower before I come here.”
“Yeah, I know, dude, your hair’s still wet.”
Sasha touched his hair. “Is not wet, is a little bit damp!”
“Jeez, I didn’t know the level of moisture in your hair was such a personal and touchy subject. My deep and sincere apology.”
Sasha shoved at his face which, of course, necessitated retaliation. What ensued was surprisingly non-sexy naked wrestling that didn’t end up with crushed balls by holy and divine miracle alone.
“Okay, fuck, stop,” Jason panted, flopping over Sasha’s belly like a tired cat. “We’ve deviated significantly from the mission.”
“Notmyfault,”
“It absolutelywasyour…you know what? I can let this one go.”
“Wow. Did not know that was even possible.”
“Finding my Zen place. It’s fine.”
“He has Zen place. It was built yesterday, very new, never seen before.”
“Practicing mindfulness in times of stress.”
“He has mind. It was built yesterday, very new, never—”
Another few minutes of naked wrestling ensued.
They collapsed next to each other, already sweaty and flushed. Jason threw an arm over his eyes. “Okay, I think we’re done for today.”
“With fighting or orgasm?”
“With fighting, obviously. So, I can eat you out?”
“Okay. If feel weird, I say stop.”
“And I’ll stop right away.”
Sasha nodded.
Jason gave him a peck on the lips. “It’ll be better if you turn around.”
Luckily, Sasha—unlike a few other guys Jason had slept with—didn’t have a problem with the ass-up-face-down position, and in fact seemed to prefer it, sometimes, something Jason was absolutely going to indulge.
