Chapter 7: Whiskey and WildernessJosh was in trouble. The whiskey warmed his chest. The food, while not award-worthy, had tasted fine, and seeing Oswald inhale it had added to the warmth in his chest. Then there were the smiles, the shy little giggle that escaped Oswald now and then. The way he moved his hands more and more as he talked the more relaxed he got.
Joshua wanted to throw him on his bed and kiss all the bruises better. He wanted to know if Oswald would giggle if he ran his fingertips along his ribs, if he would squirm if he kissed him in the right places, if he would moan when Josh entered him.
Joshua tipped his glass back only to find it empty. Should he have another whiskey? No, probably not.
Oswald’s glass was empty as well, a light flush on his cheeks, and his pale eyes
