Everest
And that was the origin of one of Mateo's favourite stories to tell at parties: The Time Everest Didn't Know How to Masturbate. It was also the first of three times the paramedic would tell the florist that he loved him in earnest, but that was never as much of a highlight at parties as was hearing about the time the normally straight-laced Everest Hart tried to stick his own erection into his shoulder to stop it from bleeding.
Upon waking, Mateo would find himself alone on the couch. The sushi has been cleaned up, the apartment tidied, and strong coffee brewing in the kitchen. Freshly showered and with his bandages changed, Ever is back to wearing an appropriate amount of clothes, is currently sans erection, and has almost no memories of the previous 24 hours save for a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Upon waking, Mateo would find himself alone on the couch. The sushi has been cleaned up, the apartment tidied, and strong coffee brewing in the kitchen. Freshly showered and with his bandages changed, Ever is back to wearing an appropriate amount of clothes, is currently sans erection, and has almost no memories of the previous 24 hours save for a sinking feeling in his stomach.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
