T-Rex is drunk, eyes overbright behind his glasses as he’s laid bare beneath Maetee.
“T-Rex,” Maetee says, trying to reason with him. “Shorty, you don’t want to do this.”
T-Rex purses those full lips of his and wraps his arms around Maetee’s neck. “Maetee.” He stares into Maetee’s eyes. “We’re friends, right?” At Maetee’s nod, he continues, “We do this and we’re lovers...or we don’t and we’re nothing. I can’t come back from this, from being this vulnerable with you.”
Maetee hesitates. “You’re my best friend.”
“What will I be tomorrow?” T-Rex asks.
Maetee ducks his head, hiding his face, and it seems it’s over. Then, he says, “Spread your legs.”
T-Rex does as Maetee says. He licks his lips. “What now?”
Maetee reaches between them, takes T-Rex in hand. “If we’re not friends… Is this…”
“More,” T-Rex says, his skin flushed. “And I’ll take care of you forever.”