A Day's Gamble
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
14,145
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 6
6.
I’m pretty sure he was in love with me from that moment. I knew I was. We flirted for what felt like a few minutes rather than the first few months of eleventh grade. From Homecoming on, we had each other.
Nicolo was there to help me with my mom. Taking care of her was the real reason he moved in here in the first place. His mom saw me as one more and always liked me. Even when I did stupid stuff, she forgave me. Sometimes, my anger would get the better of me, my fists would do the talking for me. Nicolo could handle himself just fine, but it’s the idea—the idea that some dude would step to him like he wasn’t mine that got to me. Those were the times he called me a ‘fucking caveman’, and showed me how serious his left hook was.
Laying across the bed, I could smell him on the sheets. The smell was unique, his alone, spicy, sweet, fiery.
He told me to sell my paintings. Well, I couldn’t. It was not that I was not sure someone would buy them, it was that they were far too intimate. It was like giving a stranger an opportunity to gaze into my soul. Iwas too selfish to share.
I turned over, jostling the bed, causing something to drop to the floor. I scooted closer to the edge. Shit. If I had a doubt that Nicolo was serious, it’s gone now. He had a couple of bags stacked against the wall. The sight of the yellow balloon covered one caused me to sit up. My gut felt like I had been punched in the gut. It was all my fault anyway. My foot tapped an antsy beat, jogging up and down, up and down.
The band on my finger was hot against my skin, burning when it shouldn’t bother me at all. The day we stood in the church with his mom and brothers and sisters watching us was the best day of my life.
Being with Nicolo was the only thing I was absolutely sure of; having a family with him solidified that. Staying inside was suffocating me. Memories of laughter, love, arguments, fights, joy, and regret hit over and over.
A kiss.
A painting
My Mother’s funeral
My breakdown
Getting married
The first time making love as his husband
Staying up at night rubbing Nicolo’s back and feet as the twins became active.
Crying after hearing my daughter’s, then my son’s, cry.
It was too precious to give up.
TBC
I’m pretty sure he was in love with me from that moment. I knew I was. We flirted for what felt like a few minutes rather than the first few months of eleventh grade. From Homecoming on, we had each other.
Nicolo was there to help me with my mom. Taking care of her was the real reason he moved in here in the first place. His mom saw me as one more and always liked me. Even when I did stupid stuff, she forgave me. Sometimes, my anger would get the better of me, my fists would do the talking for me. Nicolo could handle himself just fine, but it’s the idea—the idea that some dude would step to him like he wasn’t mine that got to me. Those were the times he called me a ‘fucking caveman’, and showed me how serious his left hook was.
Laying across the bed, I could smell him on the sheets. The smell was unique, his alone, spicy, sweet, fiery.
He told me to sell my paintings. Well, I couldn’t. It was not that I was not sure someone would buy them, it was that they were far too intimate. It was like giving a stranger an opportunity to gaze into my soul. Iwas too selfish to share.
I turned over, jostling the bed, causing something to drop to the floor. I scooted closer to the edge. Shit. If I had a doubt that Nicolo was serious, it’s gone now. He had a couple of bags stacked against the wall. The sight of the yellow balloon covered one caused me to sit up. My gut felt like I had been punched in the gut. It was all my fault anyway. My foot tapped an antsy beat, jogging up and down, up and down.
The band on my finger was hot against my skin, burning when it shouldn’t bother me at all. The day we stood in the church with his mom and brothers and sisters watching us was the best day of my life.
Being with Nicolo was the only thing I was absolutely sure of; having a family with him solidified that. Staying inside was suffocating me. Memories of laughter, love, arguments, fights, joy, and regret hit over and over.
A kiss.
A painting
My Mother’s funeral
My breakdown
Getting married
The first time making love as his husband
Staying up at night rubbing Nicolo’s back and feet as the twins became active.
Crying after hearing my daughter’s, then my son’s, cry.
It was too precious to give up.
TBC