The Last Virus by Caleb Adams

Author:Caleb Adams [Adams, Caleb]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-22T22:00:00+00:00

The Lovers

The Old Man and Us

T he sounds of the last crying soul faded to silence. It had been what we were waiting for. We weren’t alone. No one’s ever alone here. But at least for all I knew, those who slept with us were not awake. My body I moved nearer to her and threw a soiled blanket over the two of us. Blankets down in these tunnels are life jackets for children and lovers. We were side by side like lazy dogs too tired to stand. I reached an arm across her body and placed a hand upon her cheek. Down here that touch of skin on skin is the only thing that makes you feel alive and somewhat human again.

“Perfume,” she said.

I slid a hand into the pocket of my jeans and sprayed us both with what was left in the bottle. You stink constantly down here. Showers are by tickets and tickets are given out once every two weeks. I gave her one kiss on the back of the neck. She asked for a mint even though we were taking breaths from the same direction.

“It’s the last one we have left. And it’s not even a mint. It’s an orange-flavored aspirin,” I replied.

“I don’t care. I’ll take half,” she said.

I broke it in two between my teeth. She stuck out her tongue and I placed it there.

“The old man is still awake,” she said in a whisper.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“I saw him move his head toward us.”

“What the fuck?” I replied, pulling back the hand I was just about to slip under her sweater.

“It’s okay,” she said.

“It’s not okay. It’s fucking weird. I can wait.”

“No, don’t. Anyway, he always watches us.”

“How come you never told me that?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like it’s a leer. It’s just more like a remembrance of things past.”

“Proust?”

“I guess. I wasn’t thinking about it. But yeah. That’s probably where I got it.”

“Do you stare back at him?”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus Christ. So while we’ve been making love, you’ve been gazing into the eyes of someone else.”

“It’s not someone else. It’s just the old man.”

She then reached behind her and squeezed my hand gently. That always made me want to fuck her. That always made me bury whatever we had been arguing about. I threaded the button of her jeans through the loop and eased down the zipper. I never needed any foreplay with her. Even when we were kids up there, I was always rock hard after that zipper had reached the end of its journey. I continued on, pulling her jeans and underwear down to her calves. Down here you stay half-dressed. Down here you remain like kids in the backseat of your parents’ car.

I slid my hand under her sweater and clamped it hard onto one of her breasts. I was in her not a moment later. I was breathing heavily. She was not. I couldn’t help myself. I had to edge my head up and over her shoulder. The old man checked me with a glance as if I was just a bystander and then resumed staring at her.

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