I intended to…
dinner of burger, fries and coke, and by nine o’clock I was showering at
Degree… mastering how am I going to be running into Nick for the first time
after that night we shagged… hoping everything would turned out okay… and
that he’d be happy to see me…
He wasn’t around… I checked the mini-bar and the Jacuzzi… walked
upstairs… the labyrinth… He was nowhere… I went to the patio to smoke…
hoping I just didn’t see him for as early, he had found or that he was found
by someone else already and at that moment shagging at one of the upstairs
rooms…
This is why I can’t quit smoking… what would be there to do in such
moments when no one is there and nothing to do…?
I lied to Stefanie all for nothing… I’m cheating on Francis getting
nothing out of it…It’s not worth it…
Or could it…?
On my way upstairs, a familiar face… my student… whom I still don’t have
the name… he was happy to see me… I was too… he asked me how are things
with me… with Nick…
“I’m fine…”
“Is he here?”
“No, I haven’t seen him yet…”
He asked me about Boracay… if I had meet anyone there… I told him about
Mike… and all the shenanigans we did… and how we are still good friends…
close friends…
As we were talking, I
noticed a man staring at him… I walked off…
I was standing at the far corner… at the same spot where Nick found me… my
eyes on the floor… a man stood next to me… I turned to look… I know
him… I brought my eyes back on the floor… The man reached for my nipple…
I stop him by holding his hand… I didn’t let go…he didn’t let go… he
lead me to the room adjacent… the same room Nick and I were in that night we
met and talked… slid the door, locked it…
He moved toward me… kissed me in the neck… trailed his tongue down to my
nipple… frolicked on it… sucked it… lowered me down to the bed… moved
a top me… looked straight into my eyes… I closed my eyes… his mouth on
my mouth… gently, he kissed
me… it went deeper… our tongues swirling…
then lower he went… down my neck… up my ears… and down again…
our hands entwined… his mouth roamed down my body… to my chest… to my
stomach… swirled his tongue on my belly button… then lower… he swallowed
me whole… my body squirming, tensing… so much pleasure… he, bobbing up and
down…
A kiss in the lips… then to my ears, his body pressed to mine… “Could
I fuck you…?” he whispered… “You did before…” I answered…
“I don’t remember…” he said.
I remember too well…
He was good… really good… taking his time… he likes doing it slow…
careful not to hurt… almost afraid to ask… intense yet somber… then
fiery… you thirst for more… a distinct difference between a fucker and a
lover…
I came out of the room… he came immediately after… A set of eyes on me…
fearing, wanting to deny… I saw they were bleeding instead of tears or
anger… Francis… I wasn’t able to move… He looked away… turned…
descended the stairs…
