appreciate it until you don't have it anymore… like air conditioning. And Wi-Fi. Even a computer. Hell, any kind of technological device, for that matter. This place doesn't even have an electric can opener. They have one of those that you gotta crank with your own hand."
Matty gasped in mock horror. "What monsters."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. It's so disconnected from reality… from my reality. I miss movies. And music. And Netflix."
"Porn," Matty chimed in.
"Even porn," Genna agreed. "Maybe that's what you need to spice up that mediocre sex you've been dishing out."
He nudged her. "I don't know. I don't think a lowly commoner like me is fit to please royalty. Might take more than porn to get me up to par."
"More like what?"
"Like practice," he said. "Practice makes perfect... that's another thing they say."
He leaned in for a kiss, but Genna's hand shot up, coming between them to cover her mouth. She stepped back, his hands falling from her hips. "No offense, but you kind of reek."
"I reek?"
"Yeah, you smell like... ugh, I don't know how to describe it. You smell like a man, but times ten. You need to take a shower. Like, STAT. Before the neighbors think something died out here."
"There are no neighbors."
"Then the buzzards. Or vultures. Or whatever those freaky ass birds are that look like Grim Reapers with faces like Red Skull."
His eyes widened. "Is that a comic book reference?"
"It's a movie reference. They make them into movies, you know. I watched it. The red dude was ugly. He was freaky looking, like the birds. But quit changing the subject."
"The subject being that I smell like a corpse."
"Pretty much."
After she dropped her hands, Matty carefully leaned in, leaving a small peck of a kiss on her lips, one she didn't attempt to ward off. "Enjoy your air conditioning, Princess. I'm going to go hose off."
He headed upstairs, leaving her in the kitchen alone. It lasted a minute or so before the silence grew too much, the novelty of the cool air wearing off. She trekked after him, hearing the shower running in the bathroom, and considered barging in but thought better of it. Shower sex, while hot in theory, was one thing that should only happen in porn. Something about being drenched and sliding around on slippery porcelain while trying to get some kind of rhythm going without drowning spelled disaster for Genna.
So instead, she wandered around, ending up in the boy's bedroom again. She plopped down on the old Batman comforter and grabbed a book from his bookshelf, mindlessly flipping through the pages. Matty finished in a matter of minutes, exiting the bathroom naked except for the towel around his waist. It was white and flimsy, stolen from one of the cheap motels they'd stayed in.
"You smell better," Genna called out as he started to pass by. "Or well, I think so. You don't stink from here."
Matty strolled into the bedroom, ignoring her comments. "Give up on your orgasmic air conditioning experience?"
Genna motioned toward the ceiling above the bed, to the perfectly placed vent. "I still feel it. Novelty kind of wore off, though."
"I suspect you'll be saying that about me someday."
Genna laughed as he sat down, nearly flashing her when the towel came loose. "What makes you think I don't already say it?"
He glanced around. "Because there's nobody around for you to say it to."
"Touché."
"Got you on a technicality." Matty cupped her cheeks with both hands, framing her face. "Guess that means I win for now."
"For now."
Matty kissed her, another peck like the one downstairs, before deepening it, his tongue gliding along her lips. Shifting positions, he pushed her back against the bed, leaning overtop of her. Genna kissed him back, losing herself in the moment, until his hand slid up her inner thigh, finding its way through the bottom of her shorts.
Breaking from the kiss, she pushed against him. "No, wait, we can't…"
Matty pulled away, sighing, and removed his hand. He grabbed the towel as he stood, attempting to wrap it around his waist, but Genna snatched ahold of it. "No, I mean, wait."
He shot her a confused look, loosening his grip on the towel, letting her yank it away. She tossed it on the floor behind her, discarding the thing, as her eyes drifted along his torso, following the happy trail right down to her happy place.
Wow.
He was hard, without a doubt, harder than Genna had probably ever seen him. Poor guy had blue balls. They'd been joking earlier,