queer quickies 9

The cool air bites into their shoulders as I lead them out into the alley. It’s meant to be a shortcut back toward the garage where we parked, but I have other plans. My fingertips press against the small of their back can feel the sheen of sweat from our dancing turn cold. “Baby, you must be freezing.” They aren’t used to the chill. It’s their first visit here and the late spring air is warm to me, but I think it’s probably chilly for them.

The desert is in full bloom. We came out to the desert to ride around and watch the landscape change. We rode around the broken, dirt roads between clumps of flowers and green-tinged brush for hours, just enjoying the late March air and seeing the colors light up the landscape. Riding through the desert was fun, but it wasn’t private enough, with all the cars on the roads and the people out taking pictures.