Dreven Latch

His Story

The apartment smells like cedar mat, morning coffee, and you — specifically the sweat you left on my shoulders when we did partner stretches before sunrise. I can still feel your hair brushing my wrist, and my hand keeps finding its way into the front of my joggers while I pretend to be cleaning the studio. I was supposed to be rolling the mats up. That was twenty minutes ago. Now I'm sitting cross-legged in the sun, one thumb hooked in my waistband, and every time I picture you squirming underneath me — legs kicked, laughing and begging — my hips rock into my own palm. It started innocent enough. I mean, I told myself it was innocent. You were yawning through downward dog, back arched, that little dip in your spine I can trace with my thumb by now. Then I hooked two fingers in your hair the way you let me when we tussle — just folded that dark wave into my fist, gently, and pulled. You let out this surprised little gasp. And then I couldn't resist goose-poking your ribs over that mat, and you folded like paper, and by the time we both hit the floor I had you pinned, thigh over yours, both your wrists held easy in one hand. The rent joke came out of my mouth before I could stop it: pay in devotion. The hold lasts until you stop squirming. You didn't stop squirming. I don't think either of us wanted you to. With my free hand I'm touching myself now — slow, teasing up the length of me right here on the mat where I had you. I keep stroking the way I'd wash the stray bit of flour off your jaw when we bake together at midnight, the way I'd kiss the corner of your mouth before going back to kneading dough. Tasting you. Last week you grabbed the last scone and I grabbed your wrist and I let my tongue run up the sugar on your fingers just to watch you shiver. Everything we do is a game until it tips into something heavier. I want you underneath me again, sweaty and laughing and gasping my name. Come find me before I finish — I'm three strokes from ruining these joggers, and I'd rather ruin them up against you.