“I don’t care.”
Gabriel heard the agitation in Paulo’s voice and continued. Paulo’s body relaxed, his moans intensifying. Gabriel closed his eyes again, focusing all his attention on Paulo. They grinded their bodies against each other, Paulo masturbating himself in sync with Gabriel’s strokes.
“Papi!”
“I’m coming.”
They erupted simultaneously, Gabriel collapsing atop Paulo. Minutes passed before they climbed into the bed of the truck, resting.
“I needed that.”
“Me too.”
Gabriel popped up at the sound of the RV. Their departure reminded Gabriel of his own.
“I gotta get going.”
“Why?”
“Rescheduled for the last flight out.”
Gabriel could see Paulo’s sadness in the dark. It stung.
“I gotta get back, too. Borrowed this truck…”
Gabriel sat up and gathered his clothing.
“Walk you to your car?”
“Sure.”
Paulo grabbed his hand, both walking leisurely through the nearly empty parking lot to Gabriel’s rental. Tossing his suit jacket inside, they hugged again before kissing each other goodbye, temporarily.
“Be seeing you real soon,mi amor.”
“I’ll be home waiting.”
Love Reunion by Violet Stone
Ray wiped his damp palms on his jeans. Shit. Maybe he should have dressed up a little more. Did people really bring out their finest for a simple high school reunion?
Apparently, yes.
Fuck.
Lola tutted. “You look fine, stop fussing.”
Arguably, Lola was the only good thing to come out of high school. They remained friends to this day, and barely a day went by without a text, call, or meet up. Lola flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder, and it cascaded down in graceful waves. She always looked effortlessly beautiful.
Ray snorted. “Easy for you to say.”
Lola stopped him with a press of her hand and pulled him even further to the side of the large, hired hall. On the way over she grabbed a couple of beers from a nearby tray and handed one to him.
“So you have something to do with your hands,” she said, holding out her beer. They clinked. “Cheers.”
Ray suppressed a smile at how well Lola knew him. He cast his gaze about the room. The space was huge, open, with a large banner that readClass of 2010 Reunion. There was a DJ, an open bar, and lots and lots of people.
Lola leaned against the door. “You’re a catch. You need to have more confidence.” Her own gaze cast around the room.
