The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
From a common love for the phase and locker-room lust as well as the high school wrestling team, the lads bond boners assemble till the young dudes are all set to rock.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Afterward, they stay cheek to cheek, unhurried.
