Page 39 of You, Again

The moment Vinnie walked into a room, my veins hummed, my synapses buzzed, and the air crackled with lust. It happened everywhere—the diner, the rink, Sunday night dinner at my mom’s. And shockingly, no one seemed to notice.

For those first few weeks, we existed in a bubble, going about our daily business. I’d open the diner early, balance the books from the previous night, sign off on the fresh veg or meat delivery, sort through the upcoming evening menu notes JC had left for me, and make myself useful by pouring coffee or folding napkins.

All standard stuff.

However, if anyone had been paying attention, they’d notice I was busiest at 8:58 a.m. I didn’t want to get caught checking my watch or gazing out the window for Vinnie.

He usually made a prompt appearance at nine o’clock on the dot, his hair damp from his post-jog shower. He’d acknowledge everyone who said hello with handshakes, waves, and warm smiles before making his way to his corner stool. We’d greet each other cordially, I’d deliver the order I’d placed for him, pour him a cup of joe, and engage in whatever conversation the counter crew had going. The Red Sox game last night, the mosquitos on Carlton Creek, Mandy and Jack Robinson expecting baby number four…

By ten, I’d be ready to roll and leave the diner in the capable hands of the manager. Vinnie would time his departure without fanfare or discussion. He’d never ask what my plans were, and I’d never ask if he wanted me to come over. I’d just showed up.

Within a minute of him pulling me over the threshold and locking his front door, we’d be half-undressed with our lips fused, humping and grinding, bumping into walls and furniture on our way upstairs—or on his sofa if we couldn’t wait. Hand jobs, blowjobs, naked kissing, groping, and swaying into each other until we were sweaty and spent.

I’d been so afraid we’d revert to something clumsy in the aftermath—too polite and unsure of our footing in this new alliance we’d formed. I should have known better. Vinnie didn’t let uncomfortable silences gather for long—at least not while we were in the same town. And he was the type of person who threw himself headfirst into any new situation or challenge.

So he was new at this whole sex experiment with a man thing…so what? The only way to conquer fear and become an expert was to practice. And we did. Often.

I became well acquainted with the ridge of the angry vein on his cock when I sucked him. I knew that he loved it when I traced a seductive path from his tip along his shaft to his balls, pausing to fondle them as I teased the sensitive skin behind them with the broad side of my thumb. I memorized the sounds he made, loving his raw growls and lusty commands for more.

Vinnie wasn’t tentative in any part of his life, so I supposed it made sense that his dirty talk was shockingly obscene. I mean, c’mon, I was the gay man with plenty of bedroom experience, but the things that came out of his mouth mademeblush. Or cringe.

“Did you really tell me to suck you like a vampire?” I wiped my belly as I sat up in his bed.

“No, I said, ‘Get all vampire on me, baby. Suck that cock.’” He chugged half a water bottle and handed over the rest. “Or something like that. Too much?”

I snickered. “Not at all.”

“How much time do we have?” he asked, swinging his legs off the mattress and stretching his arms above his head.

I glanced at my watch. “Twenty-five minutes till practice. Fuck.”

“Cuttin’ it close.” He smacked my ass when I scrambled out of bed. “C’mon, you need a shower.”

I narrowed my eyes. “So do you, and don’t spank me, asshole. It’s weird.”

“Spanking is weird? Since when?” He moved ahead of me into the en suite bathroom and turned on both rain-head faucets in the two-person glass-and-tile shower.

“Since…always.”

Vinnie met my gaze in the mirror over the sink and rolled his eyes. “Sounds like your kink meter needs a tune-up. Spanking can be hot as fuck. Just sayin’.”

“Kink meter?” I stepped under the spray and tilted my chin to avoid looking at him. I could tell I was blushing, and how embarrassing was that?

“Yeah, whatever cranks your engine, ya know.” Vin lathered shampoo in his hair. “I’ll try anything once, so I can tell you for sure that having my toes sucked does nothing for me. But spanking is definitely on the go-to list.”

My mouth hung open for a beat. “So you want me to spank you?”

He snickered. “I’ve never been on the receiving end, but I’m happy to pull you over my knee and paddle your ass. Pass the soap, please.”

I handed over the soap, clenching my ass cheeks and willing my dick to behave. “Thanks, but I’m not into spanking.”

“Tell it to that guy.” He pointed to my semi.

“That guy likes everything.” I snorted.

He grinned as he moved under my spray to kiss me…and wash me. What I thought was meant to be a quick tease evolved into more. Deep, openmouthed kisses with water sluicing over us. His talented hands soaping my cock and my balls. I was impressed with my recovery time. We’d spent the entire afternoon getting each other off, but apparently, I still had another round in me.

I blinked water from my eyes and reached for him.