I corner S at the refrigerator after he’s changed out of his work clothes, and is on the hunt for a snack. With lips puckered, I bombard his personal bubble with a kiss. “Hiiiiii, how was your day?” Thinking he’s slick, he turns a cheek to my still puckered and eager lips, letting me have a few more quick kisses before attempting to force me out of his face. “Nooooo” is the message he wails as I hold him in strong bear hug. I laugh and feel him squirm; desperately trying to free himself, and secretly getting a kick out of my attack. The only way out of my bicep prison, is for him to give me the password. With lips still pushed out and intruding, I murmur “what’s the password?” He throws his head back – probably reaching his physical contact limit in this moment – he lets his face fall to mine, gives me an I-will-kick-your-ass-if-you-don’t-let-me-go kind of look, and gives me what I’ve compelled. My grip loosens as I laugh and return to the dishes. He knows the password, and no matter how many times I torture him with belly to belly, chest to chest bear hugs, I get the cheek for more than a handful of attempts. The last kiss is the password, and for now, I’ll leave him alone until we meet under the sheets, and say goodnight.
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Miller was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska, and graduated from Indiana University Bloomington with a BA in Music Business. Gays in the Life was a blog meant to highlight the similarities and differences between gay and heterosexual relationships, and still does on occasion, but has morphed into a greater lifestyle and relationship blog. From Pinterest projects and decor to facing hard truths in career and love, this blog is inspired by Miller's personal experience with life and everything in between. Topics outside of the relationship category on Gays in the Life include low-carb health, fitness, and wellness. Miller currently resides in Indianapolis with his husband and their dog, Reynold. View all posts by Jamal