I stand, slip out of my shorts, and Will does the same. I straddle him.
He takes my dick in his hands, his tongue wetting it. My head rolls back, and I close my eyes as he tries to take it all. He gets halfway before moving back to the head.
‘You like my cock?’
‘Mmhm,’ Will says, mouth full.
‘You good boy.’
I reach behind me for his cock, already wet from his excitement. I brush the tip of his dick with my fingers and taste the reward, making him groan.
He pumps my dick with his hand, expertly running his tongue in all the right places. My legs buckle, my hands gripping his shoulders.
‘Fuck, Will.’
‘Mmhm,’ Will manages, still not relenting.
‘Will, if you keep doing that…’
I could try to hold it. I could try to make this last longer. But Will knows his way around my body, and as my hands grip his hair, my legs wrapping around his frame, I let out a sound that I didn’t even know I could make.
Will doesn’t splutter. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, with concentration, he swallows every drop.
Mostly. Another burst sends cum all over his face.
I stroke Will, and within a few moments, I’m covered in his cum.
We giggle.
‘I need a towel,’ Will says, semen running dangerously close to his eye. ‘Sam, I might go blind.’
I hop off him, yelping, and falling. Will gasps.
‘My legs. They’ve cramped,’ I say, trying to get myself up off the floor.
‘Sam, this is going to sting.’
Laughing, losing my breath, I hobble to the bathroom, coming back with a towel. Will dabs at his skin, his eye.
‘Keep it all in your mouth next time,’ I say.
I wink at him, seeing him flush.
Refreshed, ten minutes later, we walk out of the apartment hand in hand.
I grin at neighbours who take us both in, and try not to read their expressions, or think too deeply about what they think, or if I need to fear for our safety. Even though they say hello with kindness, even though their greetings are warm. Will doesn’t seem worried. He doesn’t even notice the people that keep looking after he says hello.
We are safe. I am safe.
I resent the world we live in, where straight people can kiss one another without a second thought, butwehave to check who is around us, or rethink if we are not in a safe place. A world where Will had to research if his travel destination was safe.
It hurts.
The optimist in me hopes times are changing.
Will holds my hand a little tighter.
Taste of Athens is on a side street, with cobbled floors and whitewashed buildings. Wisteria clings to the outside of the restaurant, thick vines giving off a purple and white plumage. Peering inside, candles on the tables are the only source of light. From the entrance, I can see straight into the kitchen, where pizzas are being made in a stone-based oven.
