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Since I have a few minutes, I'm working on the Y tu Mama thingy.
Beware spoilers.
The door slammed loudly, shaking the frame and knocking the photo of the two of them to the carpet. It didn’t break, but it fell facedown. Julio thought that this might be a sign that their relationship was finished. Daniel had left the candles burning, and the heavy scent of strawberries filled the room.
He sighed heavily, and rolled to his belly, the sheets tangled about his legs and dark thoughts running through his mind. It had been good, even great. It had been hot and wild and he knew that he wouldn’t be sleeping with women anymore. But something was still missing, and Daniel had known that from the beginning.
Had he always been this way? Julio searched his memory for the moment when things had changed, when he first wanted to taste another man’s skin. There were pitfalls waiting in his memory, and he tried to skirt them, to remember only what he needed. He stumbled on a scent memory of chlorine, a brief flash of blue water and brown leg, and was instantly hard.
Tenoch.
There were pictures on the television, sometimes. Politician’s son become politician himself. Leftwing organizer with strong ties to the conservatives. Beautiful, still, and it hurt Julio to know that he couldn’t lie about that to himself anymore. Still so beautiful. Destined for greatness, for wealth and privilege; destined for a high-powered marriage.
If he were honest with himself, he would admit that he thought about Tenoch every time he had fucked Daniel. And Daniel had known it, especially after the previous night’s debacle. The news showed a gas fire destroying a tire plant, and a short clip of a speech given on the plan to rebuild by his former best friend.
They’d been making out, slowly, halfheartedly. As always, Daniel had been so soft and willing, but it wasn’t until Tenoch’s voice echoed in his head that Julio’d suddenly become ferociously aroused, bending Daniel over the arm of the couch and fucking him almost hard enough to hurt.
Feeling his cheeks burn with shame, Julio remembered the look of pain and anger on Daniel’s handsome face, brown eyes glowing with unshed tears as they fought afterward. Daniel had been gentle at first, asking what Julio wanted from him, but Julio’s evasiveness had sparked the first real shouting match they’d had in the three months of living together.
They had tried to mend things this morning. It didn’t work. The desire was there, Daniel’s mouth and tongue and ass were as sweet and tight as ever, but Julio couldn’t get anywhere past those things to the warmth Daniel was missing.
“I love you,” Daniel had said as he left.
But Julio hadn’t been able to reply.
Beware spoilers.
The door slammed loudly, shaking the frame and knocking the photo of the two of them to the carpet. It didn’t break, but it fell facedown. Julio thought that this might be a sign that their relationship was finished. Daniel had left the candles burning, and the heavy scent of strawberries filled the room.
He sighed heavily, and rolled to his belly, the sheets tangled about his legs and dark thoughts running through his mind. It had been good, even great. It had been hot and wild and he knew that he wouldn’t be sleeping with women anymore. But something was still missing, and Daniel had known that from the beginning.
Had he always been this way? Julio searched his memory for the moment when things had changed, when he first wanted to taste another man’s skin. There were pitfalls waiting in his memory, and he tried to skirt them, to remember only what he needed. He stumbled on a scent memory of chlorine, a brief flash of blue water and brown leg, and was instantly hard.
Tenoch.
There were pictures on the television, sometimes. Politician’s son become politician himself. Leftwing organizer with strong ties to the conservatives. Beautiful, still, and it hurt Julio to know that he couldn’t lie about that to himself anymore. Still so beautiful. Destined for greatness, for wealth and privilege; destined for a high-powered marriage.
If he were honest with himself, he would admit that he thought about Tenoch every time he had fucked Daniel. And Daniel had known it, especially after the previous night’s debacle. The news showed a gas fire destroying a tire plant, and a short clip of a speech given on the plan to rebuild by his former best friend.
They’d been making out, slowly, halfheartedly. As always, Daniel had been so soft and willing, but it wasn’t until Tenoch’s voice echoed in his head that Julio’d suddenly become ferociously aroused, bending Daniel over the arm of the couch and fucking him almost hard enough to hurt.
Feeling his cheeks burn with shame, Julio remembered the look of pain and anger on Daniel’s handsome face, brown eyes glowing with unshed tears as they fought afterward. Daniel had been gentle at first, asking what Julio wanted from him, but Julio’s evasiveness had sparked the first real shouting match they’d had in the three months of living together.
They had tried to mend things this morning. It didn’t work. The desire was there, Daniel’s mouth and tongue and ass were as sweet and tight as ever, but Julio couldn’t get anywhere past those things to the warmth Daniel was missing.
“I love you,” Daniel had said as he left.
But Julio hadn’t been able to reply.
