Are they? [janus asks, which is a silly, pointless question, not even they know what it means! but they're happy right now, in a space where nothing has to mean much of anything, except that you are not unkind, that you do nothing cruel, and the bed and the darkness will provide.
so they kiss him. and it goes well enough for awhile, feeling his mouth, the brush of hamstersuit fabric against their arm, the creak of bedsprings, the receptive cant and tilt of their hips and tummya nd thighs against the surface of the mattress. they like the closeness which is not too close, this darkness that is not wet like things better left unimagined. sure, says juno's body, why not? and you don't have to think of anything clever or tactful when a body is telling you that.
but then
but then the body divulges-- a soundless cough and an airless sigh, a moment's doubt. longer than a moment, which becomes clear when janus fumbles over his flanks and scoops a kiss off his stubbly jaw and takes a long few seconds to truly listen. like trying to sing around a cold, laugh through a broken rib. speak hello when you've forgotten their name. (or maybe when you're preoccupied with the name of another.)
they keep trying. but only for a minute or two. and then-- with a sigh, the kind that actually does have a little bit of air to it, they gently roll themself off of him. i mean, it's a pretty good ceiling if juno had found such inspiration on it.]
lmk if this is not ok
so they kiss him. and it goes well enough for awhile, feeling his mouth, the brush of hamstersuit fabric against their arm, the creak of bedsprings, the receptive cant and tilt of their hips and tummya nd thighs against the surface of the mattress. they like the closeness which is not too close, this darkness that is not wet like things better left unimagined. sure, says juno's body, why not? and you don't have to think of anything clever or tactful when a body is telling you that.
but then
but then the body divulges-- a soundless cough and an airless sigh, a moment's doubt. longer than a moment, which becomes clear when janus fumbles over his flanks and scoops a kiss off his stubbly jaw and takes a long few seconds to truly listen. like trying to sing around a cold, laugh through a broken rib. speak hello when you've forgotten their name. (or maybe when you're preoccupied with the name of another.)
they keep trying. but only for a minute or two. and then-- with a sigh, the kind that actually does have a little bit of air to it, they gently roll themself off of him. i mean, it's a pretty good ceiling if juno had found such inspiration on it.]