Sex. It’s an issue.
JJ and I were resting in bed after an…encounter…when he suddenly asked, “What are we going to do when we’re apart?”
It’s not like I hadn’t given this some thought the last couple of days. Being separated by several states was going to be difficult at best, and not being able to touch, kiss, fuck…yeah, bad.
“I think…we should open the relationship until we’re together again.”
He curled into me. “Not what I want. You’re what I want.”
I pulled him closer. “Same here, but the reality is, we’ll be apart for a while. Weeks, maybe months. Celibacy is hard.”
“Jacking off. Phone sex.” He nibbled my ear.
“Of course, but will it be enough?” I shoved my knee between his thighs. “Be honest.”
He blew out a long sigh. “Fen…”
“Yeah, exactly. So feel free, babe, but be safe.”
He groaned. “I don’t want to do this.”
“You will in a month, and so will I. So go for it.” I kissed him. “‘Jealousy doesn’t show how much you love someone, it shows how insecure you are.'”
“Margaret Mead.” Our tongues entwined for a moment. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”