Covet Thy Neighbor

that, there was a bed, and then we were on that bed.
    We got as far as taking off our shoes and Darren’s jacket, but didn’t bother with anything else. Still fully dressed, we just tangled up in each other and made out. His body heat radiated through our clothes and onto my skin. He was on top, which left my hands free, and I couldn’t stop touching his face. Combing my fingers through his hair, sliding my hand across the soft beard on his sharp jaw, just touching him and memorizing his features like I hadn’t felt them in years. I couldn’t begin to give a damn about getting his clothes off.
    But the longer we kissed and held on to each other, the tighter our grasps became. The more handfuls of clothing got in the way. The more we slipped hands under shirts and swore at belts and zippers and thick layers of denim.
    He broke the kiss. “We didn’t . . . We have condoms left, don’t we?”
    “Plenty.”
    “Good.”
    I grinned. “Are you suggesting I should get one?”
    “I don’t think ‘suggesting’ is quite a strong enough word.”
    That was all I needed. The clothes came off faster than I’d thought possible. Maybe something ripped or snapped, but oh well. And as soon as we were both completely naked, I sat up to put on the condom. I was tempted to lay him out on the bed again and kiss him, but that would just keep us from what we both wanted. Fuck foreplay.
    Finally, the condom was on, and so was the lube, and Darren couldn’t wait any more than I could. He dragged me down on top of him. I thought I even heard him curse a few times in between breathless kisses.
    I sat up, and he spread his legs for me. He took me easily, moaning and shivering as I pushed a little deeper with every stroke.
    “Faster,” he whispered. “Please.”
    “Exactly what I wanted to hear,” I said, and fucked him faster. Harder.
    Darren’s back arched and his eyes screwed shut. God, he was gorgeous like this. Naked. Shaking. Sweat rolling down his temple.
    I gritted my teeth and thrust harder. I couldn’t fuck him fast enough, couldn’t get deep enough inside him.
    Then his eyes flew open. He licked his lips, and a second later, pushed himself up on one elbow, threw the other arm around me, and pulled me down into a kiss.
    I touched my forehead to his, hot sweaty skin against hot sweaty skin, and the only thing that kept me from kissing him again was the desperate need for air. I could barely breathe, and just kept fucking him hard and fast anyway and didn’t care if I passed out. Muscles burned and quivered from exertion, but they did what they were supposed to, and when Darren whispered against my lips, “Don’t stop, Seth,” I didn’t give a damn about aches or fatigue or anything that wasn’t fucking him all the way to an orgasm.
    His hand slipped off my neck. He reached back to the grab the headboard, eyes closed and skin flushed, and I groaned as I gave him everything I had.
    The very first shudder of his orgasm set mine off; his own semen dotted his abs as I took a few final, desperate, uneven thrusts inside him until my shaking arms almost gave out beneath me. I tried to stay up, but when Darren wrapped his arms around me, I gave up and collapsed over him. I pulled out, but didn’t get up, and for a while, he just held me that way, stroking my hair while we both caught our breath.
    I got up long enough to get rid of the condom, and then slipped into bed beside him again. Naturally, now that the dust had settled, nerves and apprehension quickly tried to work their way back in and kill the moment.
    I propped myself up on my arm and touched his face, running my thumb along the edge of his short beard. “You’re sure about this. About us.”
    Darren nodded. “Yeah. I am. Are you?”
    “Yeah. And I’m sorry. For putting you in the same box as my family.”
    “I can’t blame you for being scared. I’m sorry I flipped out over it.”
    “I think I’d have done the same thing.” I brushed a few strands of dark hair out of his face. “You know this could still—”
    “Any relationship can fail.” He ran his hand down my forearm. “But it’s good today. It’ll probably still be good tomorrow.” One shoulder rose slightly. “After that, we’ll just see how it goes. I know you’re a package deal. I knew from the beginning that if I was with you, then I was with an atheist. And I don’t want to change that.” He raised his eyebrows. “All I ask is you accept that what you see is what you