Lost in a post-apocalyptic world where water is scarce, Bryan is desperate to quench his thirst in more ways than one. When an old friend suddenly reappears, Bryan realizes there is hope for the future.
Old memories of a once lush world help to ignite long buried emotions. Can love survive in this dry harsh world?
“Sleep next to me,” Joel says. “It’s more comfortable down here than on that couch. I feel guilty for taking your bed and there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”
I’m indifferent to where I sleep. I say nothing and settle into place next to him under a thin blanket. After nightfall the air’s a little cooler. I’m thankful for that. Through the darkness of the room, I search for the right words to say without feeling like I’ll come across as a dumbass. “I’m glad you thought enough to confide in me.”
“We’re possibly the only two people in the world,” Joel replies. “I figured the chances of you sending me away were slim. That’s what I hoped, anyway. It’s better to be upfront and honest from the start. To be anything otherwise wouldn’t be right.”
He’s right. Honesty is best. I roll on my side away from Joel and that’s when it happens. I feel his arm curve around my waist. His touch is gentle. His fingers find their way under the hem of my t-shirt and then he’s toying with my belly button. He doesn’t say anything, just presses against me, and I can feel his cock, hard inside his jeans, against my ass.
This is too much. My senses are on overload. Inside I want this to happen. I want Joel to touch me. “That feels nice,” I mutter.
I roll on my back and Joel’s hovering over me. My eyes have adjusted to the dark and he’s grinning at me. I reach up and guide him to me. Our lips meet and we kiss for the first time. I fall into his kiss and I’m taken away in his arms.
“That’s awesome,” says Joel. His lips are still touching mine as he speaks and he’s grinning again as his nose rubs against mine.
“It’s been far too long.” I want to kiss him again and again.
We remove our t-shirts and chest to chest, skin on skin, we move together in unison like a well-oiled machine, gyrating together. I want Joel, I need him.
Joel moves down under the blanket and then he’s fumbling with the fly on my jeans. I’m ready to burst, and it takes a lot of deep breathing and concentrating not to lose control. I want this to last for as long as possible.