The Marriage of the Living Dark

“Jenny?”

Egan pulled back the cover, letting him slip in beside him.

“Hello stranger,” Kuei Jen said, snuggling up against his naked form.

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He put a finger to Egan’s lips. “No apologies. Just this.” Egan smiled, then turned to kiss him, his arms about him. As he broke from the Mss, he sighed. “I’ve missed you, Jenny.”

“And I you.”

“If s been ... strange. I feel as if I lost myself.”

“You did.”

Egan was silent a moment, staring at him, his hands gently stroking Kuei Jen’s back, straying down until they cupped his buttocks. “There-was never anyone special.”

“No?”

He shook his head.

“I missed you.”

“Did you?”

“I missed this.” Kuei Jen reached down, holding Egan’s penis between the fingers of his left hand, finding it stiff with desire. Slowly he began to stroke it “I dreamed of you, you know, fucking me. I dreamed ...” He shivered. “Jenny?”

His fingers stopped their movement. “What?” “Do I have to kill him?” “Yes. Now quiet, my love. I’ll roll over, and we can pretend if s like old times.”