Page 30 of Moth Manager
Curled up against his warm chest, his semen still leaking between my legs. He purrs while we cuddle, it’s the nicest I’ve felt in a long time.
I text my friends that I am alive. They congratulate me on an evening well spent.
Ant offers me coffee, and we finally end up playing nakedDuck Hunton his vintage Nintendo. I make a joke about doggy-style, and we put that position into practice.
We play Smash Bros for a couple hours, before we smash again. I come with his dick deep inside me and his fingers working my clit.
How is this all so deeply satisfying? I don’t think this is what one-night stands are usually like, or people would do them all the time.
Ant lets me use his shower. When I get out, I snoop a bit more. Searching through his cabinets for a blow dryer. Maybeit's silly to expect a single male to have one, but he is covered in fur. I find the mother load—a fancy Dyson, with all the attachments, in a basket under his sink. I can’t just turn it on, that’d be tantamount to admitting I was snooping.
"You don't happen to have a blow dryer, do you?" I poke my head into the living room.
"Look under the sink,” he says. "I'm going to order lunch. If you want to stay for it?"
"Alright." I can't keep from grinning. I’m still drying my hair when it’s delivered, and he spreads half of the menu of a Thai restaurant across his coffee table.
“Oh shit! Is this from Thai Me Down?” I pull a floor pillow up to the coffee table. I know I should leave, but it’s a free lunch, and he’s clearly ordered more food than one Mothman could eat.
“It is.” He grins.
“How did you know?” I ask with a laugh.
“Know?”
“That their green curry is my absolute favorite food in the world?”
“Is it?” he asks quietly.
“Ugh, it’s been ages since I had Thai food!” I exclaim.
“Why’s that?”
“I’m not sure,” I lie, not willing to admit that Colin didn’t really like eating out many places. He was a steak guy. We didn't go anywhere that didn't serve a decent fillet. It was easier not to argue every time we ate out.
I pile rice and chicken high on my plate and change the subject to whichStar Trekcaptain was the best. Then we make out while we watch Picard be hot inFirst Contact.
It’s all frankly wonderful, and even though I know I should be headed home, I find myself idly perusing a shelf full of his vintage games while wearing one of his old t-shirts with a collegelogo on it. It hangs open in the back, with a large slit cut for his wings.
“Super Mario Brosis the first game I remember playing.” I’m talking mostly to myself as I flip over a cartridge of the game that is older than I am.
“Where did you get a copy of that?” he asks.
“My parents loved video games. They had a big collection of consoles.” When I turn to Ant he’s smiling, but his antennae droop.
“You played together? With your whole family?” Ant asks.
“Of course! Me and my siblings used to fight over who got to be Player 1. I was the oldest daughter so I only got the Player 1 controller if Paul wasn’t around. I’m still sore about it.” I grin at Ant, who’s lounging on the floor nearby while he watches me almost wistfully. Cute. He looks so fucking cute all of the time. “You played a lot growing up?”
He shakes his head.
“When my little sister started to lose her eyesight, she couldn’t play video games quite the same, but I’d read all the instructions and storylines out loud to her so she could still enjoy them with us.” I pull out a copy of Legend of Zelda, one of my favorites.
“How many siblings do you have?” he asks.
“Well, Paul’s the oldest, he’s married, with two kids. Rachel, his oldest, has a birthday tomorrow. Then it’s me. Then Paget, she’s in New Orleans finishing a graduate program for creative writing. Penny is the youngest, she’s training to become a physical therapist. We all used to love playing games together.”
“There’s four of you?” He sounds almost jealous.
