Afterglow

100 words :: Jude Law/Ewan McGregor :: 8/30/07
The window’s open, the curtains fluttering with a breeze that doesn’t reach the bed. The sheets are damp with sweat and jizz; the smell of it fills the room.


The window’s open, the curtains fluttering with a breeze that doesn’t reach the bed. The sheets are damp with sweat and jizz; the smell of it fills the room. Ewan’s heart is still racing, his limbs heavy, the late-afternoon sun burning a stripe across his back that continues on over Jude’s arm, diagonally down across his belly and thigh.

Jude turns on his side, slides one leg over Ewan’s. He runs a finger down Ewan’s spine, and his touch is so light Ewan can feel the goosepimples form.

“I should go.”

“Yeah.”

But he’s still there when Ewan wakes up.