Most of that evening was spent in bed, at the apartment they had once shared. No matter how long it could have lasted, be it a millennia, Banky would still have wanted – needed – more of Holden. A gaping hole had been eating its way through his chest, and it needed to be filled. The long, hot, ten-minute kisses they shared, the tastes and touches they had never experienced before left both sweaty and wanting more. Finally, when they both got tired, Holden embraced Banky, once more making a cage out of his well-muscled arms.
"Why didn't you call?" Banky murmured, more asleep than awake.
"I was waiting for you. I wanted to see if you would forgive me." Holden seemed suddenly awake. He'd shifted himself into a sitting position. As he felt Banky's head nestled comfortably in his laps, he found he was growing hard yet again. Impossible. He wished this conversation could wait, but it couldn't. He lifted Banky so his head lolled against Holden's chest.
"Banky…you awake?"
"Mmm."
"No, I guess. Want me to make you some coffee?"
"Mmm-mm." Banky simply responded by moving his hand stealthily up Holden's thigh.
"When we're done, okay?" Holden held the wayward hand in his own, laughing, although this lust he felt for Banky threatened to burst the dams of his mind. "The reason I didn't call was because you left. Remember? Alyssa slapped me and she left. You and I were alone for a minute there. I thought maybe…but no, you left."
"I couldn't stand it," Banky said simply.
"I didn't realize how much I wanted you until you were gone. You know, like that old Joni Mitchell song. You don't know what you got til it's gone. I thought you hated me, but today I saw in your eyes that you didn't."
"Oh, believe me, I tried. Can't do it." Banky said half jokingly, half seriously.
"Banky?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." It was not the first time he'd said it that night.
"Well," said Banky, "how do you mean? Platonically, brotherly love…or…erotic?" Banky stared into Holden's eyes, half-Mr.-Wise-Guy, half Mr.-All-For-The-Taking. That look drove Holden wild, and he knew he had to fuck Banky delirious right then. He flipped the young man onto his back, climbing on top of him, and positioned himself at his entrance. Holden leaned down until his lips were resting against Banky's ear.
"You ready?"
"I think."
Holden kissed the back of Banky's neck. Banky moaned as Holden entered him, tensing up and then relaxing until Holden was all the way inside him.
"You okay?" Holden asked, worried.
"It hurts." Holden started to pull out. "No. In a good way."
Holden built up until the sweet climax, and they both released at the same time, crying each other's names. When Banky collapsed into his arms, Holden kissed the sweat from his brow.
"Look at the things Catholic grammar school taught us." Banky laughed softly at this. He snuggled back into Holden and they kissed groggily until they both fell into a deep sleep, their lips touching all night long.