A Love Song for the Sad Man in the White Coat
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Matěj snorted at the last one. “That’s a neat way to sum it up,” he commented sarcastically, making Simon smile into his hair.
Simon breathed in and out, the warm scent coming from Matěj’s nape underlined by the crisp air around them. “But tonight, my beautiful boy, the light is so bright I might as well be blind.”
Matěj turned in his arms, eyes glinting with intent. His hands slid around Simon’s buzzed head, and he dragged Simon forcefully forward to meet his mouth in an intense kiss—a kiss that would have been inconsiderate in front of friends and relatives in someone’s living room.
Simon hummed. Matěj tasted of champagne. Luxurious. Simon’s body responded, and he felt younger, healthier, and stronger for it. An ill-timed erection had never felt so gratifying. If Marta weren’t in the kitchen, just two meters away, he might… A chuckle escaped, ruining the perfectly filthy kiss.
“What?” Matěj smiled at him. So beautiful.
“You’ll live with me. You’re not looking for an apartment, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“Good.”
“I love you, Simon.”
“I know.” And he did. After the past few days, he was sure of it. The knowledge grew roots, settled in his bones, and grounded him like nothing else ever could. He kissed Matěj some more, licking the taste of champagne from his mouth, until he could feel the man straining to get closer. Matěj’s obvious frustration gave Simon energy.
“You’re evil,” Matěj muttered.
“You started it,” Simon husked, and bit Matěj’s jaw.
“Hey, Simon! You’re not allowed to fuck on our balcony!” Mike’s voice came from behind the door, way too close. Simon turned abruptly and saw the Australian’s nose and mouth plastered on the glass, like one of those sucker face aquarium fishes.
“Mike!” Marta called, exasperated. “Jesus! Let them be!”
“Fuck off,” Simon mouthed to Mike, who only crossed his eyes at them through the smudged glass. Matěj started laughing, his whole body vibrating in Simon’s arms, and Simon joined him.
“You wanted to smoke,” Simon reminded him.
“We’ll go home after?”
“We won’t catch a taxi before two a.m.”
“Book it now. We’ll wait.”
“Okay.” Simon brushed his lips against Matěj’s one more time and went to the kitchen, leaving Matěj to his five minutes of peace and quiet.
Mike had gone to the living room, and Marta was alone in the kitchen. She turned to Simon, smiling brightly.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
Simon nodded and hugged her.
THE END
About the Author
Queer fiction author Roe Horvat was born in the post-communist wasteland of former Czechoslovakia. Equipped with a dark sense of sarcasm, Roe traveled Europe and finally settled in Sweden. They love Jane Austen, Douglas Adams, and daiquiri, with equal passion. When not hiding in the studio doing graphics, Roe can be found trolling cafés in Gothenburg, writing, and people-watching.
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