They walked up the side road to Smith Street. There were three second-hand clothing shops
in close proximity. In one, they found a
subfusc olive-green cloth cap which fitted Cody. And wasn’t too icky.
He turned and twisted to try and see what he looked like from each side
with it on.
“Suits you!” said Luigi. And it
did. Cody looked even handsomer with the cap on. The colour enhanced the blue-grey of his eyes
and perfectly matched the rich chestnut of his shoulder-length hair.
The op shop had a rack of second-hand leather motorcycle jackets. The worn ones were cheap. Cody tried one on, just to see how he
looked.
“We’ll take that too!” decided Luigi.
Next door to the op shop there was a chemist with a rack of
sunglasses.
“Aviator, for preference,” said Luigi, “with that jacket and the cap. And they have mirrored lenses...”
They chose a pair each.
“You look very sexy. And very
different!” Luigi felt all at once an
intense desire to fuck Cody. Then he
remembered about the rapes and Cody’s tightness.
“You always look sexy,” replied Cody.
“Even first thing in the morning with dog breath and bird’s-nest hair.
Well you did this morning, at any rate.”
It was after all the first time Cody had spent the night.
Luigi wanted to kiss him.
Well. It was Smith Street. Counter-cultural. Different.
Gay-shaded. So he did.
As their lips parted after a long kiss in which both had grown a little
breathless and both had popped boners, he breathed to Cody, “I love you
Coads. I’m so glad you’re safe.”
He could see himself mirrored in Cody’s aviator sunglasses. Without for one moment forgetting their
mission, he felt that the two of them were a team. And things would be right.
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