Drabble
by Carmen
Nick leant on the back of Gil's chair and gazed at the crossword. He didn't
get these complex muddles of words that Gil found so simple. The double
straights always threw him.
One across, four letters, three across, three letters. He reached around
for the pen, his chest against Gil's shoulder, enjoying the heat that radiated
off him.
Gil's mouth was against his neck.
'LOVE' he filled in 'YOU'.
"Wrong answers." The kisses stopped.
He'd ruined the puzzle.
"Are they?" His heart lodged itself next to his larynx.
Gil turned the chair and pulled Nick down.
"Only to those clues."