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Unhappenings #D

There were times that should have been labeled afterglow when the air between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, drawing a wall between them even when still covered in the bodily fluids of the other, a mix of semen and sweat that kept them familiar.

Roy would reach out, trying to ignore the careful, steady tick of the watch that rested on the other side of his body, discarded but not out of reach.

And Al would try to smile, blocking out the sound from outside, the children playing ball in the street and screaming their joy much as he'd already exclaimed his.

Neither one of them ever talked about the wall that formed and then dropped minutes later when the afterglow stopped and life began again. Somehow Roy didn't ever think they would. Because the wall had a name. The tension and the thickness in the air.

Loss. Something missing. What they were both aching for.

Roy could hear his watch ticking.

And Al would listen to the youth he didn't have.

For just a bit longer.