Sitting out beneath the starlit night. Full moon due south now, just about midnight. Pondering reflections of the past: Falling off bikes, learning how to ride, playing kick the can, fearing the deviled dentist, afraid of what soon may come. Worrying about my current standing: How much money do I(more) have left to pay for food, Will my girl Britt ever call me back again? three weeks until I depart for worlds unknown and all I hold is the negative memory we last shared. Where can I find piece of mind in this reality? Contemplating thoughts of the future: What will become of me in Ecuador, Will I find what iv'e been searching for, What is even relative in this giant system of space and time, Will any of these questions ever matter? While sitting the grass of my past childhood, staring high up at the stars, I run through questions, in hope for light, but am truly scratching at the surface. (less)
Gent caught himself scratching at it again when out popped a new galaxy. Gent sighed and brushed the new body of being to some far empty space on the cosmos. Gent put his scratchers away and tried to focus on an infintesimally small corner of the universe occupied by(more) Steve who was trying to figure out which bin of rubbish he should place his coffee cup.
Steve had decided to be more focused on the environment and had prayed that Gent would help him be more focused on the subject. Over the course of fractions of fractions of fractions of time Gent tried to figure out a way of prodding Steve into realizing that his coffee cup needed to be taken apart and put into recycling for the lid and compost for the cup and little holder thing that Gent couldn't remember what the name was for but it definitely was compost because Shirley had prayed that everyone would see the sign and figure out what goes where.
Gent looked at the sign which had been hastily prepared by the rubbish company and poorly illustrated by the company contracted to design the sign.
A million billion trillion other voices started to nag so Gent prodded Steve into just tossing his cup into the regular trash bin and absolved whatever guilt Steve had started to feel by insisting 'It was a poorly made effort to help so F it.'
Gent felt it itch again and habitually scratched it. Another galaxy fell out. Another billion trillion voices asking for things. Half just wondering where their keys were at.
Gent looked across the dimensions for the pharmacy. It was far away and Gent was already settled. No other gods were around to help out.
"Maybe it'll clear up on it's own." Gent thought.(less)
For a moment the only sound in the small apartment was the steady pant of heaving breaths. Gotou had his arm back up and over his eyes, cheeks flushed red, head mostly off the pillow. His other hand had been planted on Masayoshi's head, but that had since slid(more) off when Masayoshi rose up off of him. Gotou lifted his arm, just slightly, in time to see Masayoshi wipe the overspill from his chin and look at the palm of his hand critically.
"Jeez," Gotou managed, and Masayoshi glanced up, caught his eye even shadowed under his arm and grinned. They'd been doing this for a while now, and Masayoshi of all people was a quick learner, but it still blew his mind every time.
Masayoshi leaned forward, sliding his hand along the inside of Gotou's thigh. "Gotou-san," he said, breathy and wanting, and Gotou was so relaxed, so pliant from his orgasm that he let the arm drop back over his eyes, closed them and groaned at the warmth of Masayoshi's hand on his skin.
"Do whatever you want," he said, and meant it.
He opened his eyes again when Masayoshi pushed his legs together, slotting himself snug between Gotou's thighs, and raised his arm to look. He'd expected - otherwise, but Masayoshi was already preoccupied, sliding back and forth, both arms around Gotou's legs to hold them together. He was bumping /everything/ doing that, and Gotou really thought he didn't have it in him to get hard again but before too long his cock was bobbing back against his belly and drooling, and Gotou inhaled sharply as Masayoshi kept thrusting.
He crept his hand down his body, caught his cock and tugged, running his hand up and down as he watched Masayoshi lose himself.(less)