“What?” Luigi asked, anxious, taking his hand.
“I dropped him when I got married.
It …. It seemed the right thing to do.
And he was a friend, Lou, and …
more than a fuckbuddy. He liked me. It was like you and Keith and Jason. Not the great romance of the century. But love.
Comradeship. Something more than
just a casual fuck.”
Luigi kissed him again.
“But … well … before we got married and after, Phil and I had lots of sex
and it was sensational. But then, after
the kids, we didn’t have much sex. We
more or less stopped. And then I found
myself looking at handsome strangers and thinking. Remembering.
And … one day I picked up someone.
And then I started, once a month, once every two months, when … I’m not
excusing myself. I should have kept my
marriage vows. It wasn’t her fault. I should have been faithful to her.”
“Go on.”
“And then I met you. And I fell in
love.” He leant his head against Luigi’s
shoulder. “I won’t ever regret that. Whatever else happened.”
His heart absurdly warm, Luigi kissed him. Cody kissed him back.
“Shall we try one of those plugs, now?”
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