My Time is Ending

By Lovely-chan

Giovanni left early in the morning to his job, he was a confectioner in a small renowned pastry in Paris, and when he was done for the day he bought a soup for David and brought him one of his delicious pastry to cheer him up. “I hope he likes.” When he reached the inn, he asked the owner if David was in his room, and she told him he haven’t leave the room or make a sound during the day. That made him very nervous and ran to his room to see if he was ok. “David? David are you there?” He knocked a few times without receiving an answer and he freaked out and turned around to look for the key and check on him, but on that moment the door was opened. “David! You frighten me. I though you were dead!”

 “Not yet…what are you doing here so early?”

 “Early? It’s 4:00pm!”

 “Really???” O.o He looked his watch and laughed. “It’s dead” Like me. “…Well, then I believe I sleep too much. Want to come in?”

 “Sure…I brought this for you. I hope you like.” He walked inside and put the food on the table and when David saw the bottle with his prescription medicine he ran to hide it placing it inside his pocket. “What are you hiding?” He only saw when he grabbed something, but couldn’t see what it was. 

“Nothing that matters to you.”

 “How rude!”

 “What do you care? It’s not of your business.”

 “I’m sorry…you better eat before it gets cold, you’ll feel better. Are you still sick?”

 “Just a little, but I’m doing better. I think all that sleeping did well to me. He took the soup and started eating it. “Humm. Very good, did you made it?”

 “No, but this one here I made it especially for you.”

 “So much attention!” He laugh at Giovanni’s flushing face. “You are very kind, you know? I never met someone like you…I appreciate your concern, but…I’m fine, really.”

 “Well…I only wanted you to taste my pastry. I had to bake them anyway.” He smiled with his cheeks still blushing, but tried to point his attention to something else. “The soup is for the flu…since you were trembling yesterday, I supposed you’ll wake up feeling bad…and since it was my fault…”

 “It wasn’t your fault…I wanted to stay. Hey, where’s the cake?” You talked so much about it than I’m curious to taste it…and just for the record, I’m not into sweets.”

 “Well, then if you like it…I am stupendous!” They both laugh with Giovanni’s cheerfulness and he placed the dessert on his hands without losing his blue eyes out of sight. “I hope you like it as much as I like you.”

 David’s face turned red feeling embarrassed with Giovanni’s flattery and nervously changed his gaze to the pastry. “Looks delicious.” He gives a bite slowly but nervous because Giovanni wouldn’t stop looking at him, not only because he liked David, but also because he wanted to know if he liked his pastry. For Giovanni the most important thing was to please people’s palate, and he wanted to make sure everyone enjoys the desserts he prepare with so much joy. David’s face lit up reflecting pure satisfaction and in less than a few minutes he devour it. “Yum! I loved it! There’s more?”

 “Well…no, if I only knew I would brought more. I’m sorry.”

 “You don’t have to be sorry, don’t be silly. You didn’t have to bring me anything in the first place. Thanks, you chose well your profession.” He sweetly smiled to him and stood up to throw the wrapping to the trash.

 “I love my job and what I like the most is to see pretty faces like yours after they taste my dessert. If you could see your pleased face…it was a dream come true!”

 “That much? I mean, that much you like to see the happy faces?”

 “Well yeah! What, didn’t you enjoyed the architecture?”

 “Yes, but I already lived that experience. Now I want to live what I didn’t live before.” 

“You talk like you were an old man! You barely started your career!”

 “You are right, but I get to see something done, that’s enough. But I always dream to see the European architecture, and here I am!”

 “You came from Italy, right?”

 “Yes…a wonderful country.”

 “Thanks…although I’ve never been there. I born there, but I grew up in Paris and I don’t even know how to speak Italian!”

 “But you speak English very well, but you have a funny accent.”

 “Like you didn’t hear yours with the French!” He made a funny face sticking his tongue out to let him know it was terrible and then both burst into laughter. Suddenly there was silence and Giovanni looked up to his eyes. “David…have you ever slept with a man?”

 He was surprised with the question and turned pale with the shock. He knew what he wanted to know- if he had a chance with him. “What an insolent question!”

 “I’m sorry…is just that I…”

 “I know what you want but…” He shut up for a moment looking distant, it was obvious he was lost on his thoughts-maybe considering Giovanni’s proposal. “No. I’ve never slept with a man…but maybe I should try, so I lost my doubts.”

 “Doubts?”

 “If I looked in the wrong place…you know, love.”

 “Oh…” Giovanni walked closer to him cupping his face lovingly while gazing at his eyes. “Lets try it then.” He tenderly kissed David’s lips awakening a thousand feelings that seemed to be resting inside him in an unknown eternal dream.  

He was flushing and shaking-it was the first time another man touched his lips. He never though he would be in that position, and now it didn’t seemed that bad after all. It doesn’t matter…I have nothing left to loose, maybe this is why I met him. David corresponded to the kiss making it a lot more elaborate and passionate for both of them and felt a rush all over him he never felt before. I like it…very much.

 Giovanni slowly guided the American to the bed waiting impatiently for the two young men letting their bodies fell on it slowly. The long and slim body of Giovanni covered David’s in an intense and passionate embrace. “Are you sure?”

 “Don’t ask so much and go on before I change my mind.”

 He smiled and pleased the American by continuing what they started. The young man filled him with inhibit passions that he wanted to put at ease immediately, so he made his move and undressed David’s body delighting himself with the beautiful view of white tender skin for only he to play with. “You are beautiful, very beautiful.” 

David felt a little more comfortable and decides to undress the young Italian above him revealing to his eyes the cinnamon skin that appeared delicious and very tempting to him. Such a strange color for a body, not really strange but for him it was, the majority of the people he knew was as white as he was, and never before he tasted skin that looked so good. He smiled at him since he was looking anxious to know if he liked him or not, but was getting very nervous since he said nothing and just stare at his body. David’s smile provoked another smile on the Italian man and a relief in his heart. They kissed right away and made love for a long time until David interrupted and asked for a rest. “I need to sleep. I’m tired.”

 “Again? Wow, you really sleep a lot! But it’s ok, you go ahead and rest, then we’ll finish.” He evilly grinned and kissed him naughtily.

 “There’s more?”

 “There’s always more.” He roguishly smiled and snuggled in his arms to rest along with him falling asleep minutes after. But David wasn’t able to sleep, his body was aching and trembling so he rolled Giovanni to the side and stood up from the bed.

 Quietly he walked to take the pills on his jacket trying not to disturb the sleeping man. This damn pain! He drank the medicine and locked in the bathroom to wait for the ache and the strong shakes from his body to end. His eyes tear and he curled on the floor trying to resist the immense pain possessing him. Long minutes passed while he cried on the floor and when it was finally gone he went back to bed with his new lover. In the same moment he sat on the bed, Giovanni opened his eyes and smiled when he saw the American was awake, so he sighed and call on him so they could continue to make love. David was tired and wanted to rest since he couldn’t do it before, but he acted like he was fine and gave Giovanni what he wanted taking his weak body to the limits.