“Does it matter?” Angelo took another bite of sandwich but continued to blush.
“Prob’ly not. But have I brought you over to the dark side?”
Angelo startled. “What?”
“Dark side. You know. Where we put raspberry on ham sandwiches.”
“Oh.” Angelo seemed to be a bit relieved for some reason. “One day I was feeling nostalgic, I guess, and I made one just to remember how vile it was, but… it wasn’t.”
Yuri crowed in triumph. “Yes! You finally admit I’m right about something.” He put down his sandwich and leaned forward to Angelo. “Maybe I’m right about all sorts of…” he belched hugely. “’Scuse me. Things. All the things.”
“Let’s not go too far. Eat your sandwich, Yuri. Finish your water.”
“Then what?”
Angelo gave Yuri a look he was far too drunk to decipher. “Then we go to bed.”
12
Angelo Takes Yuri to Bed
Yuri shoved the remaining bite of sandwich in his mouth and chewed enthusiastically.
“Slow down, princess, or you’ll vom for sure.”
With his mouth full, Yuri held up his index finger to Angelo. He swallowed, finished his water, belched again, then said, “Fuck you.”
“You wish,” Angelo said automatically, then wished he hadn’t. The companionable bubble between them popped.
Yuri’s gaze fell down to the black marble counter and he said nothing.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Angelo wanted their unusual camaraderie back. It had been, well, nice.
“What are we going to do when we’re married?” Yuri asked. He sounded bleak and hollow. “Or what am I gonna do? It’s gonna be so hard, you know? I never realized how hard it was going to be. I’m gonna end up insane tied to you for the rest of my life.”
“Do you really hate me that much?” Angelo asked, his voice gone low and husky. He’d thought they’d gotten past that. They’d always had a confrontational relationship, but lately, they’d at least been civil to each other, and sometimes even friendly. He thought of sleeping in Yuri’s room beside him, listening to him moan softly in pain when he thought Angelo was asleep. Spreading ointment on his abrasions and soothing cream over his bruises. The times they’d talked late into the night, like they sometimes had as boys.
And the kisses.
Angelo felt his face heat.
The kisses with Yuri were something he thought about far more than he probably should. Like the sandwiches, they should’ve been gross, but somehow weren’t. Angelo had wondered about it. He wondered what it meant and tried to puzzle it out. It wasn’t some sort of grand sexual awakening or some shit. He’d tried to watch some gay porn and while it didn’t gross him out, it didn’t do a whole lot for him, either.
That’s not completely true, his brain helpfully reminded him, admit it.
He’d watched a large variety of gay and ménage porn in bits and pieces to see if any of it did anything for him or his cock. His responses to the videos had ranged from indifference to complete disgust. There had been many kinks that he’d learned he decidedly didn’t have. But spanking had been in there in those videos. Of course it had been. And Angelo had always been turned on by a hot chick being spanked on her Daddy’s lap. A lot. He hadn’t expected to find the same was true in the gay porn. That had been a complete boner surprise. Maybe it shouldn’t have been, but it was.
And don’t forget those videos with the little blond dude and the big guy.
Angelo started to sweat, even though he kept the flat temperature cool. He had, in fact, reacted strongly to one particular video. The sex in it was more on the more vanilla side of things, but had held Angelo riveted to his screen was this smart-mouth little blond guy with a face that was legitimately pretty paired with another guy a lot larger with muscles on top of muscles. When the blond undressed, the other guy swatted his arse a few times. Not a full on spanking or anything, but Angelo’s cock had decided this was something he was definitely into. He’d watched the rest of the video, not jumping ahead to get to the next scene or bailing entirely, as he usually did. And when the scene was over, far too soon in Angelo’s opinion, he watched it again. And then a third time. Then he’d gotten a little curious and a lot crazy and looked around for more. And fuck, was there ever a ton of more out there. The two actors were supposedly a real life couple and they had dozens of videos of them fucking in a variety of ways and places. Angelo’s cock had liked it all very much, thank you all the same. He’d stopped seeking out examples of gay porn in general and focused on that one couple in particular.
He still watched regular porn. Still watched eagerly as some hot chick’s rack bounced around as she was fucked from behind, or sucked cock, or had her pussy eaten out. But he found that he was more and more drawn to the hetero videos with anal in them than he had before, and when he watched women being fucked that way, not only did his cock react favorably, but his arse did, too, involuntarily contracting in a pleasurable way. He’d done anal before a few times, and it was pretty fucking hot, but his own arse getting interested was new and a bit troubling.
Not that he was going to say any of that to Yuri. God. No. An entire ocean of no.
Yuri hung his head then laid it down on the marble. “Guess you do.”
Angelo frowned down at him. “Guess I do what?” He’d lost complete sense of where they’d been in the conversation.
“Hate me,” Yuri said in a small voice.
“Jesus, Yuri, I don’t hate you. I never hated you. Why would you think that?”
Yuri lifted his head. His eyes leaked tears and his lower lip wobbled. “Because you’ve said so, dickhead. Like a lot. Our entire lives.
