(MX DJA)

Hunter S watches him

looking at her: He looked always fresh and this fresh out of the shower, rushed to where she was, this bar in October. He didn’t mind his sore ankle, twisted it in this basketball game of trash-talkers. Basketball made his hot ass iron and those shoulders--- not from talking trash through smashing shuttle cocks, no, no, from pumping

watches him looking at her, incredulous that Why… then that smile. Hunter S watches him looking at her meat, yes, yes, this one, can finally eat

watches him fuck her for hours, he’s about to come she pushes him away, he drags her back to hammer her, asks permission on and on and no and no sweating thrusts

watches him pull out and come on her belly, come for a long time like years, wipes her after tenderly, leaves her alone to dress quietly

watches him rub her back, soothing her shaking thighs, hugging her from behind for a long time. Hunter S watches him looking at her: She didn’t come

Hunter S watches her

watching him

looking at her: He could not read her cool as she smiles and speaks to the women he has over and will screw in this hall in November

watches him watt that smile, sit beside her to charm his way but fail through her gracious pussy, become red frustrated as she says goodbye to go home

watches him real talky, hounds her Why she is not her usual cold self--- there goes the ruling judgments, her refusing to have a parade of fucks with consent, takes his messages and calls in drawls

watches him call and call where and taken where that November, her head on his chest as they talk of never after…Hunter S watches her watching him looking at her: She comes while riding him, pushes up as she leans down to kiss that smile, watches him turn her over and under

Hunter S

is watched: He turns around to go to her in that bugging bar of December. There again he looked like he just came out of the shower

watches her shake her head and laugh at him---- you fucked her ---- laughs as he charms with drinks the loving boozers, these single jokers, hecklers of fuckers

watches him watching her enjoying laughter, tells her about the same sloshers, stays far longer, waits for her, the choice a ball passed between him and her

watches her say Home, watches him say My home, watches her No that sputter, watches him pass by October--- Sure--- watches her laughter--- watches him pass over November--- You sure--- watchers her nod sober---Last chance--- watches her asking him to pull over

watches her asking him What do you want, watches him answering her You and I are the same: We don’t say what we want

watches him breathing harsher, taking her hand to put over his heart, watches her feel the unconquerable beating harder

watches him ask Consent, otherwise it will be rape, watches her answer I know what that is, watches him bend If I didn’t want you--- not just anybody--- I will not be pulling over

watches her bend her head to answer, that kiss, watches it all take longer, rattling closed doors between him and her, the answers to the Why, the freedom of When you’re with me the past does not matter

watches him and her over and under and over, watches him struggle not to bury himself deeper into her, even as the hunger drives his spine harder, to not spend himself into her but onto her

watches that wrenching from clenching thighs, that tenderness after, the sleep of two cold cores for hearts facing each other, palms together, awakening: Watching Hunter S looking at them. Hunters S is watching them watching as they look at each other.