Cody stretched and
yawned, then lifted his head and smiled at Luigi. His face was creased in that way you get when
you have slept deeply, and his eyes, for the first time since Luigi had picked him
up on Mt Macedon, were empty of horror.
Luigi knew that this was just a temporary respite, that the memories and
the blame would return, but he was certain that Cody had passed the turning
point and would get slowly better.
“You didn’t cum,”
Cody said.
“It doesn’t
matter.”
“It does to
me!” And he moved his head down to Luigi’s
groin.
Luigi was
instantly rigid. He remembered 6 o’clock
winter’s evenings, when Cody would come round after work, and they would make
love in the warmth of the tangled sheets, the rain teeming down outside, the
streets wet and reflecting the lights, their bodies fitting together, their
hearts open and filled with love. Except, thought Luigi, bitterness like
vomit in his throat, he went home to Phillippa
afterwards. And lied to her. And to me. He pushed those thoughts out of his head. The two of them were here, now,
together. It might work out. He would try very hard to make sure it worked
out. Because he had promised himself and
the Goddess that he would,
“Is your lube
still here?” asked Cody, reaching for the top drawer of the bedside table.
Luigi nodded.
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