He regretted being witnessed and scrutinized by
Kazem. The environment was bouncing to the cadence of Kazem's voice and
stung Jatupon's hands through the conduit of the rubbery stickiness of
desiccated glue that still hung in patches from some of his fingertips.
He was pulled into the shower with underpants still on. The hair of
his head was locked in Kazem's fingers. He could smell the sweetness of
his brother's sweat. He could smell his body odor like any dog getting
its molecular high. Jatupon thought it was very romantic. He smiled
widely at Kazem whose fingers clenched him by the throat pinning him
against the back wall of the shower as the cold waters ran over him and
through his underpants. Jatupon fought like a suffocating fish and when
he was free from the loosened grasp he gasped and then kissed and
licked the body that he was denuding--the same body that had brought
him near death but the same one who had saved him from drowning long
ago when he was a boy.
Then after a good long vomit and a brief nap he exited with his
brother into the light rain and they were off to see the wizard.
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