The Cycle

I told STRINGBEAN we'd schedule another date. That was days ago.

You see, I've been spending time with BOOM BOOM. Not a lot of time, which is perhaps perfect.

I'll start with our communication. We hardly speak. One-word text messages, or 1-minute phone calls, which usually happen after 24 hours of very lazy phone tag (we each make one call, without leaving voicemail messages, and then give up).

While we still have not been on a date, we do stop by each other's homes once or twice a week in the morning, before one of us is off to work. On those visits, we hug a lot. And kiss. And touch each other outside our clothes. And discuss the heres & there of the previous or current day. The visits last about 30 minutes tops and ends with a peck on someone's cheek and a smack on some else's ass.

The other get-togethers happen at night, usually late, after one of us has worked, recorded, or rehearsed, or in the rare occasion that we've gone out to a show together. BOOM BOOM says, "May I come over?" or "Are you coming over?" I say yes, we get into someone's home, and get to fucking right away. After fucking, we cuddle, talk about the day, and sleep. He is very cuddly. Sleep-cuddling has always been a no-no for me, but somehow his koala grip feels pretty good, even at 5am when he's stuck to my side and his sweaty head is in my armpit.

In the morning we fuck again, and kiss and hug some more. Then come the cheek-kiss, ass-smack goodbyes. The next day, BOOM BOOM calls me and I take about 24 hours to call him back. The cycle continues.