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.
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