Chapter 25

“Come on, Anjelo, beg for it.”

Anjelo tried, but all he could do was moan. It was enough, in fact it was better than words. So much better that Lathe couldn’t hold himself back. In seconds he was on him again fucking him harder, long enough to intoxicate his mind before stopping again.

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In the days to follow, things seemed to be more like the old days, until one night Anjelo was feeling particularly romantic, and said, “I really do love you, you know.”

“Love?” Lathe repeated, and slowly began pulling away, a bit embarrassed. Neither of them had ever used the ‘love’ word before, and it made him a bit uncomfortable. He had to be careful here. This put him in whole new territory, a territory he wasn’t used to. In the past if he was at a loss for words, he would make a few jokes to smooth the moment over, but somehow it didn’t seem appropriate here, so he simply said, “You’ve never said that before.”

“No, I haven’t, but…well, I just wanted you to know how I feel.”