Capitulu X. A Festa
“Welcome guys!” Bastien said with a bright smile, opening the door to his house. I stepped forward and kissed each of his cheeks before handing him a bottle of wine. “And you must be the Dutch guy that Julien told me about?”
“I’m famous already!” Brams chuckled before kissing Bastien as well.
“Well, it’s not everyday that we meet a blond giant, especially on this island.” I said with a cheeky smirk.
“Yeah true, that and…” Bastien said, glancing between Brams and me before pausing. "I mean... never mind." He muttered with an embarrassed smile. I grinned, amused, then took off my jacket and stepped inside. "Everyone's out by the pool." Bastien added.
I frowned; it seemed a bit cold for a pool party. But then I noticed the heat lamps set up along the terrace, their soft glow cutting through the evening chill. Steam rose from the water, a clear sign that the pool was heated too.
Outside, there was the usual crowd chatting and laughing. Marion and Julien were in the pool, chatting with Vanessa, my fists tightened at the sight of Antonu’s girlfriend, but I guess I had to get used to it, and Ugo and Gianlucca were by the buffet table, along with some guys from rugby.
I wasn’t sure exactly what to do with myself, having expected Yanis to have arrived already, but it didn’t matter, because Brams decided for me. My goofy date, being totally oblivious to the deeply rooted hatred between me and Antonu’s friend, recognized Ugo and went straight to him.
“How are you doing, mate?” He asked Ugo after kissing him on the cheeks, taking him by surprise.
“I… I’m fine, thanks.” Ugo said with a confused frown, glancing at Gianlucca with a horrified expression. I was both deeply embarrassed and amused at the scene and decided to rescue my naïve date.
“Hi guys, so nice to see you tonight!” I said with an obvious hypocritical smile, putting a hand on Brams’ shoulder in the meantime.
“Don’t you have anyone else to talk to, Pinzutu?” Gianlucca spat with disgust. “And who’s this one anyway?”
“Well…” I started saying with a widening smirk.
“Guys!” Marion exclaimed behind us, interrupting me while wrapping a towel around her waist. “I was so looking forward for you two to arrive!” She added, kissing me on the cheeks. “And you must be the boyfriend?” She asked Brams with sparks in her eyes.
At this point, it looked like Gianlucca’s eyes would pop out of their sockets considering how much they bulged. I wanted to be the one to drop the bomb to that homophobic asshole, but I must recognize Marion did a great job.
“Well, boyfriend might be a bit of an exaggeration, it’s only our second date!” I answered, winking at Brams who cluelessly looked back at me, unable to understand anything as everyone was speaking in French. Poor boy.
“Brams, this is Marion, Julien’s girlfriend. You remember, the guy who played Guitar at the bar?”
“Oh, yeah of course! Nice to meet you!” He said, flashing her his most charming smile.
“Sorry to ruin your dreams this way, Gianlucca, but you’d have realized one day or another that I was seeing other guys on the side.” I cheekily said, turning to him with a shit eating smirk. His friends snickered around him and Gianlucca stared at me with murder in his eyes. I winked and placed my hand on the small of Bram’s back, inviting him to move forward.
“You have taken your swim trunks with you, right?” I asked Brams as we walked towards the pool.
“Yeah, I’m wearing it under my chinos.” Brams confirmed, pulling on the waistband of his pants and revealing his underwear to me.
“Oh, but this is a speedo…” I muttered with a frown.
“What about it?” He asked me with a hint of panic.
“I mean, we tend to wear trunks around here, but who cares really?” I laughed. “Alright, jump in the pool and I’ll join you after I get changed!” I said, tapping his broad shoulder before walking away.
When I came back outside, changed into my trunks, Brams was in the pool, chatting with Bastien, Julien and Marion. I poured myself a glass of raspberry iced tea by the buffet table, Gianlucca staring at me with suspicion and spite. Zeus, this iced tea tasted good! I took my glass with him and got into the pool, the warm water feeling freaking amazing as I immersed my body into it.
Brams and Marion were caught into a lively and enthusiastic conversation, filled with laughter and playful flirting, under Julien and Bastien’s amused gazes. I doubted they would have been so comfortable if Brams had been straight, though.
“You know.” Julien turned to me after a few minutes. “I’ve always wanted to tell you how brave I think you are.” He said on a low tone with a serious expression.
“What do you mean?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. Bastien listening to us as Brams and Marion kept loudly chatting, oblivious to us.
“You know, being openly gay, bringing a date here, standing your ground to the bullies.” He said, nodding towards Gianlucca and Ugo.
“Bullies? I think you’re giving them too much credit; they’re all barks and no bite!” I laughed, inwardly filling with pride from the compliment.
“I think you’re wrong.” Julien answered, his face closed and unreadable. “They would bite, but they’re afraid. They know you have bigger teeth, and sharper too.”
“I’m not that impressive, am I?” I chuckled, trying to play it cool but feeling shy and not knowing how to deal with the straightforward compliment without showing how touched I really felt.
“You are. You called their bluff, made sure that everyone realized that you’re more of a man than they’ll probably ever be. You don’t need your friends around you to play tough, you go straight to their faces and tell them how you feel, whether they like it or not, and they just roll with it, because you’re not giving them a choice.” Julien explained. Bastien nodded his approval, and I gulped, self-conscious. “I hope you realize that many people admire you, even though they would be afraid to tell you this because you’re intimidating, and they’d be afraid that you’d think they’re hitting on you.” He added with a smirk.
“And you’re not?” I grinned playfully.
“No offense but you’re not quite my type.” Julien laughed. “But seriously, what you’re doing is a good example for everyone. There are for sure some secretly gay kids at school that look up to you and realize that they don’t have to be afraid and hide.”
“Thank you, Julien.” I said with a meek smile. “Your words mean a lot to me.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Marion said, finally turning to us with a bright smile.
“Not much, trying to get ourselves occupied while you’re stealing Max’s boyfriend!” Julien laughed.
“Why not call him my husband, while you’re at it!” I joked, swimming to the edge to get my glass of iced tea. “There you are!” I said as I spotted Yanis walking in.
He looked at me and grinned. He crouched by the edge of the pool and kissed my wet cheeks before ruffling my hair playfully.
“Careful, I don’t want pool water in my iced tea!” I chuckled. “What took you so long?”
“I was with… someone.” He whispered to me before winking. My eyes widened with surprise, and I immediately felt a pang of jealousy browse me. I inwardly chastised myself for such an immature reaction and friendlily punched his arm.
“Naughty boy!” I laughed, playing it cool despite not being able to fully get rid of this uneasiness at the idea he’d date someone. Not just someone, too, but this Saveria girl with whom he had a secret relationship. I could tell this time was different, Yanis was really and genuinely into her, and although I knew I should be happy for him, I couldn’t shut this inner voice that told me that I wished they failed. “Right, I think I had enough of the pool for now.” I added, hopping out and dripping water on the limestone floor. “Can I put some music, Bastien?”
"Sure, I’ve got a JBL speaker in the living room." He called from the pool.
I nodded and carefully dried off before heading inside. Despite the heaters, the air still carried a slight chill, so I changed into dry clothes first, then grabbed the speaker and stepped back outside. Connecting my phone, I selected a playlist, something chill but lively, and let the music spill into the night.
As I glanced up to gauge everyone’s reaction, I noticed their attention shifting past me. Frowning, I turned, only to find myself face to face with Antonu.
His eyes met mine for the briefest moment before he brushed past without a word. His coldness was as familiar as his scent, sending a rush of contradictions through me, resentment, longing, something I refused to name.
Brams was getting out of the pool, just like the others, and he came to me with a towel wrapped around his waist. I had not seen him shirtless so far, and I must say I was impressed. His body seemed to be sculpted in marble, and I softly exhaled while letting my thoughts wander to what I’d like to do with him. As he was about to go and say hi to Antonu, though, I placed my hand on his muscled stomach to stop him. He gave me a questioning look and I got closer to whisper in his ear.
“Antonu is not my friend, we are not getting along.”
“Oh… sorry, I didn’t realize.” He apologized, looking embarrassed.
“That’s okay, I just thought it would be better for you to know.” I tilted my head, shifting the conversation. "Do you like the music?"
"Yeah!" He grinned, slipping a hand onto my lower back before swaying against me. I laughed at his sudden playfulness and matched his rhythm.
"You’re soaked!" I teased, pushing him lightly.
"And whose fault is that?" He shot back, his voice dripping with mock flirtation. I smirked.
"That might be the lamest pickup line I’ve ever heard." My hand trailed along his back as we moved together, the warmth of his touch mixing with the music’s pulse. A quick glance around told me we had an audience. Ugo and Gianlucca looked horrified. Antonu’s expression was pure anger. Vanessa and a few of the guys seemed amused, while Julien, Bastien, and Marion watched with open curiosity. But Yanis… Yanis was unreadable. His face was carefully composed, yet there was something tense beneath the surface, as if he were holding something back.
A flicker of self-consciousness tightened my chest, but I masked it with a casual smile before slipping away from Brams. I made a beeline for the drinks table and poured myself a fresh glass of iced tea, acting clueless to the suddenly tense atmosphere.
As we progressed into the night, guests kept arriving and it was gradually getting chilly and crowded on the terrasse. We decided to move inside and Bastien played loud music to encourage us to dance. Brams was making tons of friends, us highschoolers finding it incredibly cool to have an older dude, foreigner on top of it, to one of our parties. As Marion danced with him, and I with Yanis, I went to the buffet to pour myself another glass, when I walked past Gianlucca, snickering with his friends.
"It looks like even your little boyfriend finally figured out that pussy is better than your tiny prick, Pinzutu." He sneered.
“You spend so much time thinking of me naked, don’t you Gianlucca?” I retorted with a mean smirk, taking one step closer to him. “You couldn’t score with me in your wildest dreams, just look at you!”
“Yeah?” Gianlucca answered menacingly, stepping closer as well, our faces millimetres from one another’s. “You can’t even get the Muscingatu to fuck you, and your boyfriend has been flirting with Marion the whole night, you’re a loser, even for a fag!” He spat, eyes glinting with contempt.
I scoffed, holding his gaze with defiance before turning sharply toward the dance floor. Without thinking, I shoved Marion aside, rose onto my toes, and grabbed Brams by the neck, crashing my lips against his.
For a split second, he froze in surprise, but then his hands found my waist and he kissed me back, his tongue sliding into my mouth. The music, the crowd, the heat, all of it blurred as we made out for what felt like forever.
I broke off the kiss and threw a triumphant glare at Gianlucca, looking at me with a mix of disgust and spite. I then turned my head and locked gaze with Yanis, looking startled and distraught. He gulped and turned around before leaving the room in a hurry.
“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath before chasing him. “Yanis, wait!” I exclaimed as I followed him down the corridor. “Wait!” I repeated with a more forceful tone. Yanis stopped in his track and turned to me, a guilty look on his face.
“I’m sorry Max.” He muttered.
“About what? What’s happening to you?” I frowned, getting closer to him.
“I… I guess I just freaked out a little bit.”
“Is it about Brams?” I inquired with a lump in my throat.
“I guess I… I mean… maybe I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was to see you kiss a guy after all.” He said with a soft tone. It landed on me like a punch in the gut, I looked at him and gulped.
“I… maybe I was stupid to bring him here, I… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, Max!” Yanis said, getting closer to me with a serious expression. “I just need to get used to it, it was going to happen at some point anyway, right?” He chuckled, trying to dissipate the tension. “It’s not the last guy I’ll see you make out with anyway!”
“Hopefully not.” I meekly smiled.
“I’m sorry for being a shitty friend.” He apologized with a soft tone.
“You’re not, Yanis. It’s all so recent for you, for me as well actually, I can’t blame you for feeling awkward at times.”
“Still, I’ll get better at it, I swear.” He responded with a faint smile, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“You know, I’m your best friend, you can tell me when you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed with it all, I could take it easy.”
“I would never ask you to take it easy for me, Max.” He frowned. “You don’t owe it to anyone!”
“I wouldn’t make that offer to anyone else, don’t worry.” I laughed. “But you and I, we are a team, and I don’t want that to change.” I added with a serious tone.
“It’s not going to change, trust me!” He reassuringly said before pulling me in for a quick hug. “I actually told Saveria that we would meet after the party, so I think it’s the right time for me to head out.” He said after breaking the embrace.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t going to stay much longer anyway. You don’t mind, right?”
“No, it’s okay, I have Brams to keep me company.” I laughed, smirking at Yanis cheekily.
“Yeah, to Gianlucca’s despair.” He winked. “Text me when you head back home, just to be safe.” He added. I rolled my eyes with faked annoyance and chuckled.
Yanis being gone, I returned to the living room and danced with Brams. For some reason, my chat with Yanis made me feel more comfortable with pushing some boundaries with Brams. I also remembered Julien’s encouragement and thought that people were probably more okay with what I was doing than it appeared.
The bass throbbed through the floor, reverberating in my chest like a second heartbeat. Bodies swayed around us, lost in the rhythm, but the only thing I was aware of was Brams.
His hands found my waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of my shirt as he guided me into the music. I followed, my movements slower, more deliberate, matching his pace. The heat of his body seeped into mine, the scent of chlorine and cologne clinging to his skin, still damp from the pool.
I let my hands wander, palms grazing the firm lines of his torso before sliding up to his shoulders. He was solid, warm, exuding the kind of confidence that came effortlessly to him. He smirked down at me, his breath brushing against my cheek as he dipped his head.
"You’re a good dancer." He murmured, his voice just low enough to send a shiver down my spine.
"So are you!" I admitted, gripping his shoulders tighter as he pulled me closer. Our hips aligned, moving in sync, every shift of his body pressing into mine. I could feel everything, the tension in his muscles, the teasing roll of his hips, the way his fingertips brushed lower, testing boundaries.
The music shifted, a sultry beat taking over, deep and slow. He took full advantage, rolling his hips against mine, his breath warm against my neck. I let my fingers slip into his hair, just a little, just enough to feel the soft strands between my fingers.
“Do you… should we find somewhere quiet, just you and I?” I murmured in his ear, my voice betraying my hesitation.
“Okay.” Brams softly answered, gulping and looking suddenly shy.
I took his hand and led him away from the heat of the dance floor and up the dimly lit staircase. The music faded into a distant thrum as we slipped into the quiet of the hallway, his presence a steady warmth at my back.
I barely made it to the top step before the door to the bathroom swung open.
Antonu.
He stepped out, shoulders tense, his damp hands gripping the doorframe for half a second before he saw me. His jaw tightened. His gaze flicked from my hand, still laced with Brams’, to my flushed face, then back again.
A muscle in his jaw twitched, his nostrils flaring as his fingers curled into fists at his sides. He said nothing, but his silence was heavier than any words. His stare pinned me, dark and unreadable. Antonu exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head almost imperceptibly before brushing past us. His shoulder bumped mine, the contact brief but deliberate, sending a jolt through me.
I turned my head just in time to see him disappearing down the stairs, his shoulders rigid, his hands stuffed into his pockets as if to stop himself from doing something he would regret. For a moment, I stood frozen, my pulse hammering against my ribs.
"You good?" Brams whispered, a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yes!” I said, forcing a smile.
“Your friend won’t mind us using his bedroom?” Brams asked, sounding concerned.
“Don’t worry, we’re not using his bedroom. He’s got a game room, with a large couch.” I explained, lowering my hand from his torso to his waistband seducingly. “And it can be locked.”
Brams grinned complicitly and gave me a soft nod. I tried chasing Antonu’s anger from my mind and took my date to the game room. Once we were in, I pushed Brams against the door and locked it. I hooked his chin and started kissing him lustfully. He softly exhaled into my mouth as my hands roamed his torso, exploring every muscle.
“You smell so good.” I purred, looking up at him lovingly.
“I do?” Brams asked with a teasing smirk before pressing a soft kiss to my lips, pulling me closer into the warmth of his body.
I nodded slowly, fingers finding the top button of his shirt. I undid it, then the next, all while holding his gaze. As the fabric parted, revealing the firm planes of his torso, I let my fingertips graze his skin, featherlight. A shiver ran through him.
“You’re driving me crazy.” He murmured suavely.
“How crazy?” I mischievously inquired.
His hands found my hips in answer, strong and deliberate. In one fluid motion, he guided me backward, pressing his body into mine until my legs hit the couch. I let myself fall onto the cushions, breath catching as he followed, caging me beneath him.
His weight, his scent, the teasing pressure of his body against mine, it all sent a delicious thrill through me.
I giggled when his lips found my neck, the heat of his mouth making me squirm as he kissed, slow and purposeful, the ticklish drag of his breath mixing with something deeper. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt it. He was hard, rock-hard, his boner poking my stomach as I gasped with anticipation.
Brams looked at me with an intense spark in his eyes, the beginning of a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his gaze and started sliding down on me until he was at crotch level. He threw me one last playful glance before undoing my fly and hooking my waistband, shoving both my jeans and underwear down in one swift move.
He grabbed my hard cock, already leaking precum, and gently rolled my foreskin over before teasing my piss slit with the tip of his tongue. I shuddered with pleasure, exhaling softly as my hands clenched around the fabric of the couch. Brams started licking my cock head, his tongue circling it before he finally engulfed it in his warm mouth.
Brams talentedly took more and more of my cock in his mouth until his nose was pressed against my pubes. I groaned, a deep and animalistic pleasure radiating through my body, my hand almost instinctively finding the way to the back of his head, browsing his hair and keeping him locked in this position.
“Zeus…” I muttered, panting softly.
Brams eventually pulled out and looked at me with mischievous satisfaction. He started jerking me off, taking my balls in his mouth one after the other, the obscene sound of my wet cock in his hands filling the room.
He put my legs on his shoulder and kissed my taint, going lower and lower until I felt his probing tongue touch my hole. I gasped softly and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back on the cushion. His tongue penetrated me deeper, his warm breath a soft blow on my wet skin, my precum leaking from my cock and pooling on my stomach.
Brams alternated between eating my hole and my balls, leaving my dick deliciously neglected, gently pulsing at every assault of his expert tongue. After a few minutes, he shifted and straightened up, unbuckling his trousers and lowering them, his cock proudly tenting his white briefs. I hungrily followed his every move with my impatient gaze, a wet precum spot spreading from the tip of his cock, pink and eager.
I sat on the couch, facing him, and grabbed his hard cock, gulping with anticipation. The warmth of his manhood almost burning under the palm of my hand.
In a swift move, he lowered his underwear, revealing his hard cock to me. I was about to grab it in my hand again, impatient to have its taste linger in my mouth, but Brams pushed me on the couch, grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders again. He leaned over me, our faces millimetres from one another’s.
The tip of his precum smeared cock made contact with my saliva wet hole, and he slowly started pushing his way inside of me. My gaze was locked on his, and as I was about to whimper in discomfort, he kissed me, slipping his tongue in my mouth as his cock slipped in my pussy.
Slowly, relentlessly, he pushed his whole cock inside of me, until I felt his balls against my skin. He kissed me with passion, one hand on my neck, the other slowly massaging my dick, aching for release. He built up a rhythm, gradually pounding me harder and harder, until the couch started creaking under his assaults.
My balls tightened, pleasure building up inside of me, his cock pressing against my prostate with each thrust. I didn’t want to cum yet, not before he bred me, so I stopped his hand, my face twisted in pleasure, eyes half closed.
With each passing minute, I could hear his breath become more erratic, his pounding more pressing, less gentle, and I knew he was getting close. I grabbed my cock and resumed jerking off, getting past the point of no return. He exhaled, suddenly kissing me as if his life depended on it, and squinted his closed eyes, slamming his cock balls deep one last time. Simultaneously, the first rope of my cum landed on my torso, followed by many others.
Brams broke the kiss, rolling over on his back, panting and staring at the ceiling with a boyish smirk.
“Wow, that was… something.” He murmured with a soft chuckle.
“Yeah.” I agreed, turning to him with a timid smile.
“Where have you guys been? I was looking for you!” A tipsy Marion asked us a few minutes later, as we reappeared in the living room.
“We were out for a walk, chatting a bit.” I lied with a shrug. I looked around and crossed Antonu’s gaze.
He stood across the room, drink in hand, half-listening to something Bastien was saying. Or pretending to. His shoulders were too tense, his jaw set in that familiar way that spoke of irritation he refused to voice.
For a moment, everything else faded. The music dulled, the chatter became distant, and the only thing anchoring me to the present was the weight of his gaze. He knew. Of course he did. There was no overt reaction, no dramatic shift in his expression, just the slow lift of his chin, the way his fingers curled a little tighter around his glass.
I met it with my own, tilting my head as if in challenge, a smirk ghosting at the corner of my lips. Brams, oblivious to the silent battle unravelling before him, squeezed my waist and murmured something low in my ear. I laughed, not because I had truly heard him, but because I knew it would sting Antonu more. He exhaled through his nose, barely perceptible, his lips pressing together in what might have been irritation or something sharper. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he turned back to Bastien, nodding as if nothing had happened at all.
It was just past one in the morning when I got home. I was expecting the house to be empty, my parents had left for Bastia earlier that day for one of my father's conferences, so the faint sound coming from down the hall caught me off guard.
As I walked in the corridor, I turned my head toward the noise. My brother’s door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open. He was inside, unpacking, his travel bag half-spilled across the bed.
“Hello.” I said, locking eyes with him.
“Hello.” He replied flatly, barely glancing at me before turning back to his things. I frowned, a flicker of something tight and bitter stirring inside me.
“For how long you are here for?”
“I don’t know.”
"I texted you, asking when you were getting here." I said, trying to keep my voice even though irritation was creeping in. He gave a nonchalant shrug, still not meeting my gaze, his hands busy folding a hoodie with unnecessary care.
"We need to talk."
"Not now. I’m busy."
"Yes, now." That finally got his attention. His eyes met mine, and they weren’t warm.
"It’s one in the morning. I just got back from Corte. We’ll talk another time."
I reached for his bag and slammed it shut with a sharp thud, pushing it to the side.
“I wasn’t asking!” I snapped; my voice low but shaking with anger. “Are you going to treat me like shit now that you know your little brother is gay? Uh? You don’t want to be seen with me anymore in front of your friends, fine. Then grow a spine and say it to my face!”
“Oh, now I’m a homophobe, is that it? That’s the best your manipulative little mind could come up with?” He retorted, stepping closer, his voice low and sharp. “I’m not as dumb as you think I am, Max, and you won’t guilt trip me into forgetting that you screwed my best friend behind my back!” I scoffed, the sting of his words sharpening something inside me.
“Let’s be honest for a second, Clément, you wouldn’t have given a flying shit if your best friend was a girl. Ange and I are two consenting adults, and I tried to apologize multiple times already, but you just wouldn’t let me, only to happy to have a good pretext to get rid of the embarrassment I am to you.”
“Are you seriously going to keep spinning this like it’s about you being gay over and over again? Because it’s way too late for me to entertain your bullshit. Get out of my room already!” He shook his head slowly, eyes narrowing with a mix of frustration and disgust.
"You’re a coward, Clément. You always have been." I said it quietly, almost gently, but every word was a blade. "I should’ve known you wouldn’t show up for me, you never have, after all. Not when I needed support, or reassurance, or even just a brother who gave a damn." I took a breath, keeping my tone deceptively calm.
"Sorry I didn’t come out when it was most convenient for you. I forgot, my sexuality is really all about you, isn’t it?” I let the words hang for a second, my voice low and steady. “Who cares if I was scared? If I hesitated because I didn’t know how you’d react. Clearly, I had nothing to worry about. You handled it perfectly, by kicking me out of your flat without a word, without even looking at me. Like a fucking dog."
"Did it ever cross your mind that I didn’t sleep with Ange to get back at you, but because I had no one else? No one to confide in, no one I trusted? But no, of course, in your head, it had to be about you. I gave him my virginity and the only thing on my mind must have been your delicate little ego. I couldn’t even focus on myself or what I was feeling because I was too busy thinking, 'Take this, Clément, you asshole.'" I scoffed bitterly, my voice cracking just slightly before I pushed on.
"So yes, Clément, I’m sorry if it bruised your manly pride to find out your brother was just a faggot after all."
"Max, it had nothing to do with that and you know it." He said, but his voice had lost its sharpness. It wavered slightly, as if the anger was no longer enough to hold him upright. "I just… I felt betrayed that you would…"
"Whatever." I cut him off, shaking my head with a sigh of frustration. The weight of everything I’d just said was settling heavily on my chest, and I didn’t have it in me to keep fighting. "This is pointless. You were right, it was stupid to think we could get closer. We clearly don’t have anything in common."
I turned on my heel and walked away, closing his door behind me. It felt like I had said everything I needed to, disappointment and relief tugging in opposite directions, though what lingered most was a deep, aching exhaustion. I stripped off my clothes in silence and collapsed onto my mattress, eyes shut before my head had fully settled into the pillow. Sleep came quickly, heavy and dreamless.
The next day, I had a stroll with Yanis at the Salines, not mentioning to him that I had hooked up with a guy at this exact same spot in the middle of the night. We talked about his secret relationship with Saveria, it was nice to be on the listening side for once. Yanis was usually pretty secret, but I guess the fact that he only had me to talk to about Saveria helped him open up.
For a while, I was glad to escape my own worries and get lost in his, just being there for him.
When I got back home, my brother was on his way out, heading somewhere I couldn’t care less about. I walked past him, not even sparing him a glance. But I could feel him stop in his tracks, as if he was waiting for me to say something, maybe even hoping for it.
I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My stomach was still twisted from the argument, the weight of my words to him lingering in the air. I closed my bedroom door behind me and collapsed onto my bed, grabbing my phone as the faint sound of my brother leaving echoed in the distance.
By around nine, the rain began to fall in heavy sheets, the rhythmic tapping of the droplets against the windows a sound I had always found comforting. I made myself a bowl of ice cream and wrapped a warm blanket around me, curling up on the couch. As I scrolled through Netflix, I couldn’t settle on anything until I finally chose a thriller, the perfect genre to match the autumn evening and the mood I had slipped into.
I was absorbed in the movie, nearing the halfway point, when the sound of the doorbell cut through the quiet. I paused the film, letting out a sigh of annoyance as I tossed the blanket aside.
As I descended the stairs, my irritation turned to curiosity, my steps slowing as I grabbed my keys. When I opened the door, my surprise hit me like a wave.
Antonu stood there, soaked through, his motorbike helmet dangling from his hand.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice betraying the confusion that instantly surfaced. He tilted his head, his usual low, deep voice carrying a hint of something I couldn’t quite identify.
"I’ve been calling you. Several times."
I frowned, still trying to make sense of it
“So, you decided to just drop by?”
“I guess I did. Can I come in?” He curtly answered, almost biting.
I hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on. But seeing him drenched, the cold seeping from his clothes, something in me softened. I stepped aside, offering him an unspoken invitation.
“Leave your soaked things downstairs, please.” I said, gesturing toward the entrance as I started heading up the stairs. I heard the shuffle of his wet clothes as he complied, setting down his coat, helmet, and shoes. I made my way back into the living room, tidying up the space absently, my mind still buzzing with confusion.
I poured a glass of iced tea for him from the kitchen and handed it to him as he stepped into the living room.
“Thanks.” He muttered, taking a sip as I stood facing him, arms crossed, watching him intently.
“So?” I asked, my voice sharp, the question hanging in the air. "What can I do for you?"
He met my gaze for a moment, his eyes lingering on me, intense and questioning.
“You know why I’m here.”
“Do I?” I replied, my tone laced with a quiet challenge, knowing exactly why he’d driven through a thunderstorm to get here. His sigh was low and irritated as he set his glass on the library and took a step closer to me.
“I think you do.” He said, his voice deep and low, as his hand slid to my hip, pulling me toward him. Without hesitation, I placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back.
“Oh, I see someone’s a bit confused.” I said, my anger resurfacing, and a cruel chuckle escaped me. His expression shifted; confusion mixed with annoyance.
“What now?” He scoffed, his voice raising.
“Don’t get me wrong, Antonu, I love your cock, but there is something crucial you’re missing here.” I said, my voice steady and firm. “I can get as much cock as I want, as I’m sure you must have noticed by now, so why should I pull out with your shitty attitude when you’re done dumping your load in me?” I crudely asked.
Antonu scoffed again, his gaze shifting away as frustration flared in his eyes. His fist clenched at my words, his body tense with barely contained anger.
“What do you want from me? Uh? I have a fucking girlfriend, and I’m not a… I’m not gay like you!” He loudly exclaimed.
“I couldn’t care less about your pathetic girlfriend, and I certainly don’t care about whatever you think you are. I’m not looking to date you, thank Zeus; my standards haven’t sunk that low, not yet!” I spat, watching Antonu bristle, clearly offended by my words. “But if you ever want to see my naked ass again, you’re going to learn to respect me, both in public and in private.”
“What does that even mean? Why do you have to make such a fuss about it? I don’t go around bullying you or some shit!” He defensively argued.
“As if you could anyway!” I scoffed, raising an eyebrow, my voice dripping with contempt. “Let me make one thing clear: if we’re ever going to be intimate again, it won’t be on your terms alone. I won’t be your on-call cumdump when it’s convenient for you. And no more ignoring me when I’m talking to you; whether there’s an audience or not.”
“What? But…”
“I’m not asking for some grand declaration of love in front of your friends, just a bit of basic decency. I know the thought of humbling yourself to speak to a gay Pinzutu in public must be making your pure blood boil, but you’ll have to remind yourself how much of a favour you’re doing your own dick then.” I cut him off with a mean smirk.
Antonu slowly shook his head, his gaze full of pure contempt, his neck taut with restrained anger. I took a step closer, my hand resting casually on his stomach, feeling the tension in his body.
“But if this deal doesn’t work for you…” I said, my voice low and steady, “I’m sure you know the way out of here, don’t you?”
“Fuck you!” He spat, his face inches from mine, the words laced with fury.
“Yes, I figured that’s what you’re here for!” I replied, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. I stepped closer, closed my eyes, and placed a quick peck on his lips.
Antonu sighed, his cold hand settling on my nape as he drew me in for another kiss. His lips parted, and his tongue gently slipped into my mouth, taking me by surprise. I melted into his embrace, my hands instinctively roaming his muscled torso, driven by an unspoken desire.
"Do we have a deal?" I whispered, my voice steady but softer now, a hint of challenge still lingering in my words. "I need to hear you say it."
“You better make it worth it, then.” He answered, his gaze stern but his voice gentle.
I grinned and gave him a soft nod. He placed his hands below my butt and lifted me in the air, triggering a yelp from me.
"Are you alone here?" He asked, the sudden realization that we might be caught clearly dawning on him.
"Yes, my parents are in Bastia for the weekend, and my brother's out. I’m not sure when he’ll be back, though."
“What about your stupid boyfriend?”
“Not my boyfriend, and he returned to the Netherlands today.”
“Oops, your cock supply doesn’t look as great anymore then, right?” He taunted with a hint of humour.
“Try me.” I challenged, keeping my voice soft, my eyes reminding him not to push his luck.
“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked, still carrying me in his strong arms. I pointed at the corridor door with a smirk and guided him towards my room. He slammed the door shut behind himself and threw me on the bed before unceremoniously getting rid of his sweatshirt and jeans. I watched him, exhaling softly, hunger lingering in my eyes as he discarded his clothes on the side of my bed.
“Zeus, you’re hot!” I whispered with amazement. Antonu smirked at me, and I felt the urge to reclaim his body. I jumped from the bed and pushed him over my desk. Ferociously, I kissed him, one of my hands on his nape, pressing him further into my embrace, the other groping his muscled ass shamelessly.
I broke the embrace and threw him a mischievous glance, slowly getting on my knees in front of him. He leaned further on my desk, practically sitting his amazing butt where I usually did my homework. I kissed his tenting bulge flirtingly, his eyes riveted on my lips.
My fingers caught the waistband of his briefs, sliding them down with deliberate slowness. His thick cock sprang free, the flushed head bobbing once released from the tight fabric.
Antonu exhaled softly the moment my tongue touched his slit, savouring the bead of precum that had gathered there. I curled my fingers around his thick shaft, barely able to encircle it, and slowly took the head into my mouth. He tasted electric, his scent latching onto something primal in me, rewiring my thoughts to nothing but want. When I looked up, our eyes locked, and the truth hit me with quiet clarity, everything about that man drew me in, as if my desire had been designed around him.
I began to move steadily along his length, taking more of him with each pass until my nose pressed against the coarse warmth of his pubic hair. Antonu groaned low in his throat, tipping his head back, his hands tightening around the edge of the desk as if anchoring himself.
“Fuck…” He breathed, the word escaping him like a confession. I let him slip from my lips with deliberate slowness, a glistening thread of spit still tethering me to him, my mouth swollen with lust and satisfaction.
Reverently, I dropped a gentle kiss on both his balls, teasing them with my tongue before daringly engulfing them. With my left hand, I kept softly stroking his cock, pulsing under my touch.
Without warning, his hands slid under my arms and hoisted me up with effortless strength. In one swift motion, he had me pinned against the wardrobe door, his body flush against mine. His lips found the fevered skin of my neck, and I shivered at the contact, a low moan escaping me as the heat between us surged.
My fingertips wandered along the contours of his back, now damp with the heat we had stirred between us. Antonu’s grip tightened around my hips as he turned me to face the wardrobe, my cheek brushing against the cool surface. His mouth followed a slow, deliberate path down my spine, each kiss drawing a sharp breath from me, until he reached the curve of my rear. Unceremoniously, he parted my legs with firm hands, and a startled gasp escaped my lips. I could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over my quivering hole, making every nerve come alive.
“Oh…” A moan slipped from my lips as his tongue began to tease me, slow and deliberate, sending waves of heat through my entire body. My knees weakened under the intensity, and I barely managed to hold myself up. Each stroke of his tongue pushed deeper, more confident, more skilled, as if he knew exactly how to unravel me. I gripped the wardrobe for support, my breath shallow, my thoughts scattered, surrendering to the pleasure he was drawing from me with every motion.
My hard cock was leaking precum like a faucet, twitching, impatient for a release I was eager to postpone. Antonu delivered a sharp slap to my ass, the sting making my hole clench instinctively, only for him to loosen it again with his relentless tongue.
After a few minutes of being completely undone by his mouth, I felt him rise behind me, the weight of his body pressing close. His thick cock nudged at my entrance, ready to claim more. But I pulled away slightly, turning around to meet his eyes. His brows knit with confusion.
“I want to see your face when you do it.” I whispered softly.
He didn’t say a word, just gave a small nod before slipping his arms under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heart pounding as our foreheads brushed, breath mingling.
He gripped himself and angled his thick shaft beneath me, adjusting his hold just enough for gravity to take over. I sank onto him with a breathless moan, the sharp edge of discomfort quickly blurred by the heat building between us. My hands clutched at his shoulders for support, nails digging slightly into his skin.
His lips crashed into mine, kissing me like he’d been starving for it, none of the hesitation or cold distance he usually wore like armor. This was raw, unfiltered Antonu, and for a second, I almost forgot how much of a façade he had forced on both of us until now.
He sped up the rhythm, overwhelming me with the sensation of his thick cock stretching me to the limit, his heavy balls hitting my soft skin with each thrust. Our stomachs kept rubbing against one another, effectively jerking my cock off, bringing me every minute closer to a crushing orgasm.
Suddenly, it happened, washing over me and radiating through my body. My hole clenched, my face twisted in pleasure, my cock erupting ropes of cum against both our torsos. Antonu broke the kiss, lowering his gaze on my orgasming cock. He groaned and slammed his shaft balls deep one last time, our damp foreheads pressed together, panting and moaning.
We stayed for several long seconds like this, catching up on our breath, speechless. Antonu lifted me up higher and his deflating cock slipped out of me. He lowered me on the floor, my legs barely strong enough to allow me to stand. I hooked his chin with my finger and dropped a tender kiss on his lips before taking the few steps to my bed and letting myself fall on it.
Antonu mirrored my movements and lay down beside me. I traced the lines of his torso with my fingers, a new, unexpected tenderness blossoming after the whirlwind of desire. Resting my head against the curve of his neck, I allowed myself to breathe deeply, feeling my heartbeat slow and return to its usual, steady rhythm.
I was on the verge of falling asleep, and I could tell Antonu was too, when a noise echoed through the house. Antonu shot me a concerned look, and I quickly jumped up to lock the door. Tiptoeing back to the bed, I gestured for him to stay quiet, the sound growing louder.
We held our breath for a moment, hoping my brother would simply head to his room, but then I heard his steps approaching. He knocked at the door. Antonu’s face went pale, and I frowned.
“Max?” Clément’s voice came from the other side. “I can see your light under the door. I know you’re awake.”
“What do you want?” I asked, trying to hide the irritation in my voice.
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t!” I scoffed, barely masking my contempt. “I’ve said everything I need to say. I think we’re done.”
“Really? So now we just stop talking to each other? Uh?” His voice held anger, despite his calm tone.
“And whose choice was that?” I retorted sharply. “Now, leave me alone!”
“I’m heading back to Corte tomorrow. I want to talk before I leave.” He said, his voice softer now.
“Whatever. Just leave me alone!” I repeated, anxiety creeping up as I tried to get him to go. Antonu was silent, ghostly pale beside me. There was a tense pause, then Clément’s footsteps faded away as he retreated to his room.
“That was close, too close!” Antonu told me with an accusing tone. I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his nerve.
“And whose idea was it to show up unannounced, remind me?” I whispered, my voice firm. He scoffed softly, his gaze drifting to the ceiling in frustration. I leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. “Just wait a few minutes, and I’ll get you out.”
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