Touch Me

Submarines

I've always lived in fear of my actions, any one of them could make my life a living hell. I'm long out of that house, I'm long out of that situation, but it isn't something that just goes away. I've been doing well, but that doesn't just erase it all. I want to live that way. Unafraid. Taking life by the horns, really living.

"...Kevin, I want to do something."

"What did you have in mind?"

"...I don't know. Something.. Something we haven't done yet.. something fun."

"Let's just take a drive... see what catches your eye"

Eventually, I agreed to this plan, not finding any satisfying activity that came to mind

"We could go to that bar.."

"We go to bars."

"Yeah, but this one has pool. I can teach you to play"

"What even is pool?"

"Well that settles it, we're going" he chuckled, slowing down to find a parking spot.

It was louder in this bar than at the ones back home. There were more people here. And they talk so loudly. Kevin led me to the pool table in the back, where it wasn't quite as loud, thankfully.

"Can I get you a drink?" He smiled as I settled in

"That sounds great."

"Any requests?"

"Surprise me."

He returned with a short whiskey glass, handing it off.

"I'll never get your love affair with whiskey"

"Every whiskey's different. Like wine.. what's your favorite wine like?"

"I dunno.. earthy.."

"Well, this is my favorite whiskey... the taste of a good whiskey depends almost entirely on the wood's grain.. it gets it's flavor there.. you like the earthiness of your wine, you'll like this"

"That's a long-winded way of saying that you like the taste the barrel makes"

"Just try it, you asshole" he rolled his eyes with a smirk

"Give me time, I'm still trying to figure out this pool bullshit"

"It's not hard.."

"I've only been able to get the white ball in, is that good?"

"Not at all, no" he giggled "come on, show me how you've been doing it."

I set up the billiard balls again, pulling back the cue, leaning back with it so I could see the balls.

"Oh- you're already making a mistake.. let me show you"

He set down his drink, coming up behind me. He put his hand on my back, gently leaning me forward. He placed both arms over mine, his front against my back.

His fingers positioned mine on the cue, lingering. His hands in control, he slid back the cue my hands simply there for the ride.
When he pushed it back, the gene clattering of the billiard balls echoed through my ears.
Left hand still atop mine, his right lingered on my waist. I could still feel his stomach against my back. His cheek rest still by my neck.