Tiago
The morning sunwarmed my face, but it was the body half on top of mine that kept me all warm inside. I was in two minds about asking Vítor to take the rest of the week off so we could spend it in bed, especially as he was grinding his morning wood against my hip. I really,really, never wanted to leave this bed. Ever.
"I can't take the week off," he said into the side of my neck.
Shit, did I say that out loud?I turned to face him.
"Why not? I think it's a great idea. The best idea ever had by someone."
His laugh turned into a moan when I moved to straddle him and took his nipple in my mouth.
"Fuck, baby, there's no time. I need to get ready for work."
I let out a frustrated breath and lay against his chest.
"Fine, I'll go make you some coffee to go while you get ready."
He came into the kitchen looking like the poster boy for suit porn. I didn't even try to hide my appreciation of how nicely he filled out those suit pants and shirt. His blue eyes stood out like shiny beacons trained on me, which in turn made me so hard I knew the first thing I'd be doing when I got in the shower. I couldn't even hide it since I was still only in boxer shorts and a T-shirt.
"You need to leave right now because I'm not going to take responsibility for what I may do to you."
"Oh really?" He came close enough that I could smell his aftershave but not so close that we were touching. Fuck, I wanted to rip his clothes off and lick him all over, starting with that damned sexy chin dimple.
I couldn't help tugging on my hard cock to find some measure of relief.
"What are you up to today?" he asked as he leaned closer, kissed my cheek, and picked up the travel mug from the counter behind me.
It took me a moment to think about the answer because my brain function had flatlined. When it did start to work, it was like I had a bucket of cold water spilled on my head, and my cock deflated immediately.
"What's up? You look like you've been punched."
"No, I just remembered I have to check in on the center and hope the plumber is managing to fix the leak without creating the need for other building work." I put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss. "I'll see you later. Have a good day at work."
"Thanks, sweetheart. I'll pick up some shopping on the way home, too."
It didn't take me long to grab a shower and drive over to the center. I didn't even bother with a coffee because I knew I could grab one later.
The center was a hub of activity. Mr. Pereira, the plumber, had two young guys working with him, and he was pleased to tell me he was ahead of schedule. He introduced the young guys as his sons. The youngest one looked like he'd rather be elsewhere. He was probably roped in to help while he was on his school break, but the older one seemed happy to carry on working as his dad came with me to my desk so we could catch up.
"Mr. Pereira, thank you so much for coming at such short notice."
"It's my pleasure. I've seen the work that you do here, and I'm impressed."
I must have shown my surprise because he smiled and told me that as it turned out, one of the volunteers that had come in over the last few days went to school with his older son.
"I'm very supportive of my son, and I couldn't care less who he wants to be with other than whether they're a good person. But we've met with our own share of challenges. Being openly gay in a business like ours leaves you vulnerable to all sorts of discrimination, and sometimes worse." I could understand Mr. Pereira's fear as he told me one day his son would take over the business.
"Now the little one over there will chase anything with a skirt. I can only hope I won't become a granddad before he's able to grow a full beard." The pride in his voice as he spoke about his sons was heartwarming. We spent another half hour going through the outstanding work and some suggestions he had, and then, as if he hadn't already done enough for the center, volunteered his and his son's services anytime we needed anything done.
I tried to focus on the high from my meeting with Mr. Pereira as I drove south to Caparica so my nerves wouldn't get the best of me. I'd asked David to meet me at Pedro's little snack bar on the beach instead of the café because I wanted a neutral place for our conversation.
When I'd asked Vítor to take me to see Rodrigo, it was because I felt I needed to somehow tell him about what I felt for Vítor, that I wasn't trying to replace him, and that I was shit scared I'd do something wrong and end up hurting him.
It was like Rodrigo himself was asking me the questions.
How can you care for someone so deeply after only a few weeks?
What is it about Vítor you like?
