The common cold – anti-aphrodisiac…
“Ooooh… naked body…” says David as we hop into the shower together. He presses himself against me.
“Dude.“
“What?” He lathers me suggestively.
COUGH. COUGH. HACK. WHEEZE. spit.
He stops momentarily. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m great. Lung butter up to my clavical, but I’m good.”
“You know what would make you feel better?” Without seeing him, I know that his eyebrows are waggling with innuendo.
“Being able to take a full breath into my lungs?”
“Well yes, but…”
HACK. COUGH. COUGH. spit.
“Not nearly vomiting when I cough?”
“Well that too…”
“Having enough energy to walk up the stairs?”
“Yeah…”
COUGH. COUGH. sniff.
“What if I just toweled you…”
COUGH. COUGH. stagger. spit. COUGH. HACK.
“You’re really not better yet, are you?
“What was your first clue?” HORK. spit.
