The End is Near

For Cheryl who always has a comment about Fluffy Saturday.  And for our Prince O.G., because......

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It was a lazy Sunday, the lovers had no where to go. No where to be except for home, in the loft. A quiet Sunday where they could fuck and suck the day away until their favorite cable show was on. It was the beginning of the end.

Feeling lazy, the lovers finally got out of bed around noon. They showered and brunched. With the futon cushions positioned in front of the TV, they lounged and lazed, reading the newspaper, a favorite art magazine and a new novel. They teased, they cuddled, they made love. Up to piss, rustle up some snacks and then back to the cushions to snuggle and watch the TV. A fluffy throw nearby just in case they got cold.

They had hours to wait for their show. How silly to mourn the loss of their show. The make believe lives of friends they both seem to know and care about. They conversed and debated.

"It's not real."

"I know but I will miss it. It's been five years of our lives. I feel like I'm losing a good friend."

"That's not what you said at the end of last season. You said it stunk."

"I didn't mean the whole last season, just the ending. I liked most of it."

"It stunk."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"What time is it on?"

"Same time but something tells me to check at 9. I thought I read somewhere that it's going to be aired earlier."

"No sweat. It's not like we have some where to go."

And so it continued the whole afternoon. Debate, a kiss, a glass of wine, cookies and milk, 69, a snooze.

He watched his partner doze off, his head resting on his arms, his naked torso gently expanding, retracting with each breath. He loved to watch his partner sleep. So peaceful, so innocent, so youthful and so strong. He couldn't help caressing the smooth skin, feeling the taut muscles. He leaned in, close to his lovers armpits, he inhaled the musky odor. The smell of a man, the smell of sex, the unique scent of his lover that he will never forget.

He caressed a path down his sleeping lover's spine, passed the slight dip above his ass to the strong muscles of his buttocks. He kissed one cheek then the other. His lover stirred. Gathering the man's hips in his arms he symbolically fluffed the ass before him and used it as his pillow. His lover fully awake and amused.

"What are you doing?"

"You make a fine pillow."

"And you feel the need to use my ass as your pillow because?"

"Because it's appropriate. The end of an era is near. My way of celebrating, kicking off the send off. Besides I love your ass."

"Okay."

The lovers remained locked in their unusual embrace until the sun faded from the loft windows. They took turns napping, they took turns discussing the adventures of the people they got to know, loved and hated. They took turns discussing their own relationship.

"It's almost time."

"Mmm."

"I will miss it."

"Me too but we still have each other and the stories."

"That's true. I'm glad we shared it together."

"So am I. And we still have the rest of this season."

"Sunday nights wont be the same."

"No it wont. Guess we'll have to find something else to do."

"Mmm, hold that thought. I'll give you a preview after the show."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"I hope it has a happy ending."

"If not we'll just have to rewrite it."

"Yeah."

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