Drabble: Bored

"I'm bored."

Lyle was naked and nothing if not decorative. The whitening scar, where a raptor had slashed him open, traced its way across his skin. Lester had the temptation to run a finger down it, if only to remind himself that Lyle survived. Lyle would be there to hold him when he cried out in the depths of the night.

His eyes flickered to the television. He had really wanted to watch that documentary. However, there was always the record button and, as another lover had once said to him. When you're bored of sex, you're bored of life.