He leaned over and kissed Cody on his cheek. “Hey, handsome. Would you like some tea?�? Luigi wasn’t very Italian when it came to tea and coffee. In one sense he was: he insisted on excellent coffee, but since he couldn’t make it to his exacting standards at home, he only ever drank coffee at restaurants or cafés. At home he always made tea. He’d been taught how to by Richard, his cello player lover, and the process of making tea always reminded him of learning how to do it in Richard’s beautiful art deco flat.
“Hmm?�? muttered Cody.
“Coads love, how about some tea?�? Luigi kissed Cody again, more a brother’s or a friend’s kiss than a lover’s.
Luigi took that as a yes, and got up.
Cody turned over and watched through half-closed eyes as Luigi walked through to the kitchen, his slim, almost too thin body moving with feline grace, his thong setting off the beautiful curves of his bum and the satisfying sweet swellings of his thighs. Yet to Cody this body, which he had held close as he emptied himself into it, which he’d watched glistening with sweat as he’d fucked it, which he’d seen arch in pleasure as it climaxed; this body seemed to him unreal and unattainable, as far away and hard to reach as happiness or joy. Tea! style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">he thought bitterly. How will that help?
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