They slept late,
and were woken by the clatter of tea things and the smell of toast and bacon
from the kitchen.
“Blast!” said
Jason, sitting up abruptly. “I meant to
do the tidying up and the washing up last night. Bugger.”
Cody blinked open
his eyes. And then he gave Jason a smile
of surpassing sweetness, and Jason decided all at once that he was going to
like him. “Sorry!” Jason said more
quietly. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“No worries. Got
to get up some time.” Cody yawned. “Sorry.
Shouldn’t let a bloke see my tonsils.”
Jason
grinned. “I rather think that if we get
up now, we can have breakfast.” He
yawned too. “Would you like to have a shower? I can get you a towel.”
“Thank you. No.
Lou and I showered before we came.”
Showered? thought Jason. After
sex or instead of? “No probs. I’ll
shower after brekker. So we might as
well go down now.”
Cody felt shy
dressing in front of Jason. Jason was
everything Cody admired: handsome, manly, confident, straight-acting, muscular,
sexy. And kind. In the normal course of events, they might
have fucked last night and been embarrassed and cool with each other this
morning. But even though Cody saw all
the qualities which would usually have turned him into a gibbering wreck of
lust and self abasement, the peace from the night before stemming from his recognition
of God’s love for him was still with him, and what he felt wasn’t lust at all,
but a kind of hero-worship. Which made
him horribly shy. Yet it wasn’t a
humiliating emotion, but homely: the shyness which comes at the beginning of an
intense friendship, the shyness you know will lead in the end to intimacy. He had no idea of sex, and he wasn’t
conscious of desire. Just of a kind of
exalted friendship.
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