(c) Jay Alden
Jackson sighed contentedly as he collapsed on top of his lover in post-coital bliss. Wrapping his massive arms around the young bartender Trevor growled playfully.
“You’re a horrible influence, you know,” he said.
“How so?” Jackson yawned, intertwining his fingers with Trevor’s.
“You told me you were only coming over to study while I got my writing done. You’re not a very good remedy for writer’s block.”
“You loved it.”
Trevor kissed Jackson’s neck.
“Do you even know what your sermon’s gonna be about?” Jackson asked.
“Dunno. The only thing on my mind right now is ‘Love thy neighbor.’”