December 31st, right before midnight
Nelson and I cleaned up as best we could, but there was no hiding the wet spots on either of us. To hide it, I poured water on my shirt and his so we’d look like we’d spilled something other than seminal fluids.
I grabbed two more champagne glasses and handed one to him. We stood side by side in the crowd, counting down until everyone said, “Happy New Year!” I turned and kissed Nelson, happy to have him here with me at the start of something new.
We left soon after and headed back to my apartment. When I let us in, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee while Nelson showered. I figured we should have a talk before we hit the bed because there would be nothing coherent happening after that. Only need.
He returned ten minutes later in a borrowed T-
