“I meant every word,” he says and his gaze is back on his fingertips raking through my hair, slipping lower and lower. I feel myself get hard.
I also feel myself become very aware of how we are currently lying together. Both naked, our bodies lined up next to each other, my hairy legs resting between Giles’ smooth and muscular ones. It feels… easy. Natural. Nice.Morethan nice.
“I could print it out for you, certainly. Although I’m not sure what she would say when she actually understands the kind of lessons you’ve been having.”
Mamma. This is the first time I’ve thought about telling her one day that I’m bisexual. I don’t have a clear idea of how she would react. She’s never said anything negative about family members, like my cousin Antonella, being queer but I am her only son. I know deep down she’s holding out for grandchildren. Would this not shatter that dream even further? Even though, honestly speaking, that dream has long been out of reach.
Would she be angry? No, surely not. Not Mamma.
“Where did you go?” Giles asks and I realise my eyes are staring up at the ceiling although I’m not really aware of what I’m looking at.
“Just realised that I might have to tell my mum one day that I’m queer.”
“Hmm,” Giles hums and I feel the noise vibrate through his chest and into mine. “That must be a little scary.”
“How did it go when you told your dad?”
“I never did,” Giles says and his voice has shrunk. “He died before I got around to it.”
“Shit. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Except it’s also not. I would have liked him to have known. To have known the full me.”
“I get that,” I say. “Shit, I’m sorry. We were all horny and hard and now.” I look down at our cocks – mine half-aroused pointing to my right hip, and his in a similar state resting against my left. “We’re not.”
“I…” His fingernails ever so slightly scratch the soft skin of my stomach and I do everything I can not to flinch. He seems to like it. He seems to want to touch me there. “I’m pretty sure we can turn that around.”
“You still want to?”
“Let’s consider it a review of your homework. I want to find out how much you learnt in that article you read.”
“You know, I always hated exams or tests,” I say, rolling onto my side so I can face Giles. “But I think I’m going to enjoy this one.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Giles
Ikiss him. It’s all I’ve wanted to do for the last fifteen minutes as we chatted, as we shared, as we were both a little bit vulnerable with each other.
At first I kiss Marcello like I want to thank him for that, for his vulnerability and fragility. I go slow, keep my tongue soft, and rub my lips against his. But that doesn’t last long. I hear a little grunt in the back of his throat and his hand comes up to cup my cheek and he nudges my mouth open wider while his tongue explores deeper. I’m so lost in his kiss that I don’t realise how hard he is, or I am, until he’s shifting his body so our cocks line up. He starts to rut up against me, rough enough to move my foreskin back and forth, gentle enough to drive me half-incoherent with wanting more.
Thank God I never turned the volume back up on my sports watch because it would be making no end of noise right now. I don’t need a tracker to know that my heart is hammering in my chest as he continues to devour my lips.
“Is this…” his mouth is still only centimetres from mine, his breath warm on my lips, “is this something men do? Together?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “It’s fun.”
“I can believe it.”
“We could do that now, instead of…”
“No,” Marcello says firmly. “I want that. I want that so much.”
I believe him. I hear it in his voice and I’m lost enough in the moment to tell myself that it’s me he wants, not that lesson, not that experience. Iknow I’m wrong, but I will deal with the consequences later. My kitchen floor needs a good clean anyway.
We continue to rock into each other, finding a rhythm together, and I’m only partially aware of his hand rummaging around somewhere on the bed.
“Found it,” he says, lifting the tube of lube into my line of sight. “Time to get you ready, like the article said.”
