Luigi paused the DVD. He shifted
sideways on the sofa to look directly at Cody. “When I first met Richard, my lover—my husband,
really—he wanted me to fuck him because he couldn’t get it up. He was quite elderly. And he offered to pay. Which means that I was once a whore, Lou. He wanted me to be a regular, and in the end
we became a couple. I don’t think I was
ever ‘in love’ with him. But I did love
him. A lot, as it happens. He was my friend, my lover, someone who was
consistently kind and generous with me.
He never asked if I was tricking with other men. And in the end I stopped. In the beginning I did. I felt I needed the sex, the excitement of
the chase. You know how it goes. Will
he, won’t he? Is he, isn’t he? Someone
new. Someone exciting. But, in the end with Richard, yeah, the sex
wasn’t stunning. But we were happy. It was so nice to be loved for myself, and it
was …. beaut … to love him back. After
he died, I went cruising again, and the sex was hot but it wasn’t enough. There was a missing ingredient. And that was mattering to someone. Having
someone to cuddle. I matter to Jace and Keith. And I matter to you. And I need that.”
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Monday, 2 December 2013
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“He’s a handsome little fucker, isn’t he?” commented Luigi as they
watched the film. “He looks gay, don’t you
think?”
“Luke Skywalker? You think? I prefer Han Solo. I don’t know.
I can’t tell. Anyway he’s married
with kids.”
“Yeah well. That is
Hollywood. And California. Anything’s possible. Anything’s possible here, too, actually.
Key, when he was on the streets, used to have sex with lots of married
blokes. He says that some of them were
very kind and gentle with him, that what they wanted was more to be loved than
just a fuck. It’s kind of hard isn’t
it? We need both, don’t we, love and
sex? I mean, we’ve both been out there
cruising—whoring—and … well, what were we looking for? Just sex?
Or love? Both? Or something in between? I know I told myself it was sex, but in my
heart, it was love. Or somebody to
cuddle, anyway.”
Cody thought about it. “Mmm,” he
said. “At the time, I just thought of it as sex. It was … well … sex with men was … hot. I loved Phillippa—I still love her—but I just
needed to … no, that’s not true … I could have … anyway, the thing is that I realised
with you that it was something more … that I needed to be loved. It’s a mess. I’m a mess, Lou.”
Saturday, 30 November 2013
493
“I know,” replied Luigi. And he
did. He remembered Cody’s reaction when
he had cut him out of his life. The way
he had sobbed as he walked away from the flat.
“Thing is … how many women will be OK with you having a bloke in your
life? A lover? Even if they know about it right from the
beginning?”
“I know. It’s …. Yeah, I know. Thank you, Lou.”
“For what? I chucked you out and
you went on to pick up the murderer.
Thanks aren’t needed, mate.”
“I deserved it. I lied to you and to her. I lied and lied and lied. I pretended one thing and did another.”
Luigi didn’t know how to react to this bitter outburst. It was true.
And it was that which had so hurt and angered him. The deceit.
The lies. Would have been so
angry if he’d known from the first that Cody was married? That his wife would come first? He tried to imagine whether he would have
fallen in love if he’d known Cody was married.
“Cody, you can’t go back and change what you did. All you can do is try not to do it again.”
“No Try not. Do … or do not. There is no try.” Cody’s voice was solemn.
Luigi burst out laughing. Cody
looked at him and then also started laughing.
Luigi nearly drove off the side of the road he was laughing so much.
“Tool!” he said, still laughing.
“I know, let’s get the video tonight.
And a bottle of champers. ” Luigi said, still chuckling. “The
Force is strong in you, Yody.”
The crisis was over. For now. But both knew it would return.
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