“Fuck, yeah,” I say and then I open my mouth for him.
He thrusts up, the many muscles on his stomach flexing. He groans and then does it again. Again and again and again and I can feel him do exactly what I just did a moment ago. He’s surrendering. There’s no need to count or to clean or to keep all that bottled up inside him, locked away from me, from the rest of the world.
He’s just feeling and fucking and finding some release in a world that he thinks he needs to stay all buttoned up and strong in.
But not now. Not with me.
His moan is long and gravelly and the most perfect sound as he thrusts into my mouth one last time and I feel him spurting cum against the back of my throat. I swallow, surprised again by the bitterness of the taste, and again by just how much there is, but I’m not shocked this time. I suck and swallow until he stops, his body shaking as he lifts my face off him.
“Fuck me,” he says when our eyes meet.
“Yeah, that was…” I don’t have the right words. Or rather I don’t have words that I think he wants to hear.
“Yeah.” He nods. “That was.” He confirms both my hopes and my doubts with that and I’ve never been so confused, but also clear-minded. I am terrified but I am so ready to say what I want to say to Giles. To tell him the truth.
“I should clean up and get us some water.” Giles starts to roll away.
“No, let me.” I hold him back. I want him to stay in bed. I want him to be comfortable as I tell him what I need to tell him. “I’ll get us some water. I also have something to give you.”
“Oh yes, that box. I’m curious.”
“Don’t get too excited. It’s just a small something.”
I pull the condom off, tie it up and then get out of bed and pull on my boxers. “Need anything else?”
“Oh, can you grab my phone?”
“Sure.” I smile at him before leaving the bedroom.
I walk into the kitchen and dispose of the condom without an issue but once I’m there I stand paralysed for a few moments, knowing what I have to do – get Giles’ phone, two glasses of water, a wet cloth, and the present I got for him – but not knowing where to start or how I can carry everything back to Giles’ bedroom. I freeze for a few more seconds, and then move, going for Giles’ phone which I can tuck in the waistband of my boxers if I have to.
As I pick it up, my finger nudges the button on the side of the device and the screen lights up.
I’m not intentionally looking but it’s right there in my hand and my eyes see it before I can pull them away.
It’s a name. The last name I expect to see on a message notification on Giles’ phone.
Tony.
It’s Tony’s name next to an unfinished sentence that I struggle to read at first. But then the words fall into place.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Giles
Marcello returns to the bedroom with my phone in the waistband of his boxers, and two glasses balanced on the box he was carrying earlier.
“Skills,” I comment as he gradually sets everything down on the bed or bedside table and then hands me a glass of water.
“I have some uses,” he says in a tone that I think is trying to be playful but actually sounds a bit flat.
“Come get back in bed,” I say as I slide under the covers. We’ve never beeninbed together, cuddling under the sheets.
“Really?” he asks and I see the very active hesitation all over his face.
“Yeah,” I say as relaxed as I can although inside, I panic. The moment has gone. That closeness we shared when we were fucking. The things he said. The things I felt. The way he looked at me like I was the answer to every single question in the universe…
