Italian Dinner

Italian Dinner
Chapter Eight

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Julian had a limo waiting outside Casa del Mar. What surprised me even more was that Julian hadn’t told either of his brothers, or his sister, or even his uncle that he was leaving. I kept picturing in my head them needing him for another picture, and looking around for him everywhere. “Where’s Julian”, “I dunno”.

We were out the door and I realized I hadn’t talked to Santo Consolata, and panic rose within me, but I couldn’t say “Julian no! Introduce me to your uncle just quick before we leave,” how would that have looked? I was ushered into the limo and kept thinking of what I could do, go back for my coat maybe? Except what idiot wore a coat today?

Julian didn’t pounce on me as soon as the doors were closed, like I thought he would. He sat quietly with a tiny smile on his lips, his hands in his lap. I watched the road as we drove, wondering where we were going, but I didn’t ask; I sorta knew where we were going but I guess I just didn’t want to hear. Julian didn’t ask where I wanted to go, and that made me even more certain, perhaps a little more timid, so much that I found my hands twitching in my lap, telling myself the limo was taking me to my apartment but after twenty minutes we were driving up a hill. And yeah, the Consolata mansion.

Now I think I’ve mentioned this house before. It’s fucking enormous, its white, and surrounded by a big rock wall, like a big granite fence. And there’s a guard everywhere you look with a little headset, looking at you when you get out of the limo. And in front of the house there’s sculptures, gorgeous Roman style sculptures, and these really caught my attention.

The house was three storeys, and the foyer was all white marble. More of these statues looking at you when you came in the door, another guard eyeing you suspiciously. You go past the foyer into the main hall, where the stairs separate into the four wings of the house, again all white marble. There’s a huge black piano in the center, positioned nicely under four large spiraling marble columns that go up to the ceiling, and you see this piano right before you see the spiraling staircase, and God knows where those stairs lead to.

Have you ever pictured Heaven as a country club where all you do is stand around and drink champagne? That is what this house is like.

“Good god Julian...”

He stood behind me, obviously thrilled that I was so awed by the sight of this house. “You like it? My father and my uncle built this house after five successful years with the business.”

“I see why you still live here.”

Right then a short little maid came trotting in, and she saw Julian and smiled at him. “Signore Julian, you come back-a so soon.”

I grinned. How often do you see a full Italian maid in a house like this in Los Angeles?

Julian spoke to her quickly in quiet Italian, and she smiled again and waved a hand at him and trotted out again. Julian smiled after her. “Maria’s been here as long as the house, she came with us from Sicily.”

I nodded. That made sense, if you were so attached to someone that you couldn’t bear to leave her behind, why would you?

Julian smiled and took my hand, and he led me off to a hallway that separated into one of the wings of the house. A long white marble hallway, with deep mahogany doors on both sides. The third one down on the right side Julian opened and turned on the light.

“Holy shit,” I breathed. His bedroom was the size of my apartment.

Huge French windows lined the far wall, and against them sat a king-sized bed four-poster bed with an elaborate headboard. There was a walk-in closet, a big conjoining bathroom, a seating area, and a nice corner as an office. And all around the room were the neatest things, Julian’s things, teddy bears and picture frames and little trinkets here and there. My guess was that Julian, being the baby of the family, was probably the most adored.

I didn’t wanna seem like a cad by remarking on the size of the room, even though I kinda wanted to say something. Julian went to his nifty laptop on his desk and quickly typed something before he turned it off. Then he turned to me and smiled.

Here it goes, I thought. This is where it begins. This is where I began to start to have gay sex with Julian Consolata. And this time I couldn’t be a pussy and freak out. This time it had to happen.

He approached me, took my face in his hands and kissed me, and I kissed him back. He tasted like chocolate, like the cake we had for dessert, and I could feel his tongue brushing against my lips, and I willed myself to respond, do something Adrian, you cannot afford to mess this up. So I moved my arms around him and pulled him close, and kissed him back, and pushed my tongue against his, and moaned just a little as Julian pulled at my tie.

Julian moved his hands to my belt and up came the panic, so I worked the buttons of his jacket and slipped it off his shoulders to distract myself. Julian’s fingers moved to my fly: do not panic Adrian. This is what happens when you have sex, remember? First you get undressed.

Julian slid his hand down my trousers but not down my boxers. I froze as Julian touched me through my boxers, and he moaned just lightly, and broke the kiss.

“Adrian I need you.” He whispered against my lips. “I want you so badly.”

No one had ever really said that to me before, not like that. And to tell you the truth, when he said that, with his hand touching me like that, I had an erection almost instantly. And you know how usually when you get really horny you wanna get things going right quick, well that’s what happened. I had an erection and I tore at Julian’s shirt, buttons popping but Julian didn’t notice. We started snogging madly, kissing hard and tearing clothes and throwing them about. And suddenly we were on Julian’s bed.

Julian was naked within minutes, and his cock was erect and long, and he sat in my lap with his erection touching my shirt before he tore it off. When we were naked together, this was the first and last time I really panicked. Julian sat in my lap, kissing me, and he sensed the stiffness and pulled back. “Adrian? You okay?”

I took in a few breathes and told myself over and over not to panic. Don’t panic Adrian. You can do this. You can. So I played it off. “Do you have a rubber?”

Julian took in a breath, as though he couldn’t believe he forgot and he nodded. “Yeah, uh...one second.” and he climbed off my lap and went into the bathroom, during which I took my time to do a check. Adrian, can you do this? You’ve got an erection, I think you’re very capable of doing this. Pull yourself together.

Julian came back ripping open the silver package and stretching the red condom between his fingers. I stared at it, still trying to keep the panic from rising. Just deal with it Adrian, you have to do this.

Julian looked at me as I sat there on his bed, and his cheeks went red. When you’re as pale as Julian you could see the guy blush even in the dark. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “You okay Julian?”

The boy just kept looking me over, eyes studying my erection, and then moving up to my face, where he smiled. “Adrian do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

That sure came out of nowhere, and I didn’t know how to respond, so I just waited until he finished. He was still playing with the condom between his fingers, still blushing like a schoolgirl about to lose her virginity. He raised his big brown eyes to me and smiled almost sadly. “I knew right from the moment I saw you that I wanted you. I can’t remember the last time I felt like that.”

I stared at him, unable to respond. How do you respond to something like that? I had never received such a compliment; lord knows my ex-wife was not in favor of voicing appreciation the way normal people did. How was Julian so different, and especially from all the women I had dated over the past few years? None of them said what he said to me.

He came towards me and sat down next to me, and gingerly he tried to put the condom on me. He looked slightly conflicted, and I didn’t want to give him to impression that I didn’t enjoy his compliments. I took his slim hips in both my hands and hauled him into my lap, watching his eyes go wide as I kissed him. He kissed back and broke the kiss, and now, as though he was convinced of something, he went back to work putting the condom on me.

I knew I had to say something to him, I had to convince him completely that I was all for this, that I was here for him and not for anything else, like I was. His fingers worked at the condom and I kissed his jaw, working my way to his lips. “When I saw that asshole hanging over you...”

Julian paused and looked at me. “Daniel Pyttlik?”

“Yeah, that guy.” I said indignantly, and went back to kissing his jaw. “And when I heard what he said to you...I wanted to punch his face in.”

Julian giggled slightly, like I was tickling him. “I wondered if that irked you a little.”

“Son of a bitch,” I murmured. “If he goes near you again I’ll tell him off, in front of a whole crowd of people if I have to.”

The condom was on and we were ready to go. Julian took my face in his hands and kissed me again, moving his tongue inside my mouth and tasting all over while his erection poked at my stomach. I could tell my comments were well received, because he grasped my erection in one of his hands and I let out a low moan.

And next – next came the deed. Julian kissed me again, his arms wrapping around my neck, and he stood up on his knees, and with one hand he carefully positioned my erection, and within a moment I could feel his asshole touching my tip. I bit down on my lip, closed my eyes, willing myself not to freak out. When Julian sat himself down on my erection, he let out a little grunt of pain and hugged himself to me.

My eyes popped open, and I was completely taken by surprise. It was like sticking your erection into a bowl of liquid fire, and it felt so. Fucking. Good.

I let out a low moan as I laid down on the bed, my head touching the pillows, thoroughly enjoying the heat on my erection. So so hot, and Julian was tight and held me tight, as if worried I would try to get away. I could hardly stand just lying there, by now I was so horny that I just needed to get the whole thing going.

I looked up and Julian had tears in his eyes, and I sat up. “Julian what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, trying to smile. “Nothing, it just hurts a little, but it always does. It’s a good hurt.” and he leaned forward and kissed me, and I kissed him back, because I didn’t want him to cry. Although I can imagine how painful it must be to have someone stick his erection up your ass with no lubricant.

That was when I realized that shit, we hadn’t even used lubricant! That’s why it was hurting him so much. Well next time we wouldn’t forget...

...Next time? Did I really just think that?

Julian’s kiss changed, and became more desperate, and he moved around my erection and I could tell he wanted to get things going, so I took his hips in my hands and thrust up into him, kinda like you would do with a woman. Julian’s head bobbed and he gasped and curled his arms around my neck, and his legs squeezed my hips, and I did it again, anxious for the warmth that gripped me. Julian whimpered, a sound I found so arousing that I tried to mimic the exact thrust I had before just so he would make the same noise. He bobbed up and down on my erection, and his eyes closed and he moaned in my ear making me more and more anxious for release.

“Oh god Adrian...” he murmured in my ear, and kissed my lips, and whimpered against them when I thrust up into him again. “Adrian...I’m yours. Have me harder...”

I had to bite down on my lip for that one. Little tease, liked to murmur these things when you’re frustrated as hell. I tried to speed up but my legs were getting tired, and I could feel his erection and the slickness of pre-cum against my belly.

Finally I decided that there needed to be a change of position, if I was ever going to cum. So I laid Julian down on the bed, so his head touched the pillows, and I leaned over him, kissing him, and I found that yes, this gave me much better access, and I held his legs apart and I thrust into him over and over, harder with each one.

Julian let out a long moan and he writhed underneath me. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen; Julian Consolata writhing in complete pleasure. He gripped the headboard behind him with both hands and let out a series of moans, that quickened, and I could tell he was near his climax. So desperately, like a man desperate for his orgasm, I just thrust harder and harder and watched Julian squirm, and moan with each thrust, and then he began to whisper my name with every thrust. “Adrian...Adrian...

It came up and swallowed me. I squeezed Julian’s legs, fingernails biting into his skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I came harder than I ever remember, and it went on and on, and fuck it was so damn good, felt so incredible, and finally I gasped, and it subsided, and then I was panting, and I looked down at Julian, who was breathing hard, and looking down between us I saw his semen all over my belly.

I collapsed on top of him then, hot and exhausted, and Julian curled his arms around me and kissed my face. My hair was damp with sweat and I was so tired, I thought I would fall asleep right then and there. And Julian kept kissing my face, my cheeks and my forehead, and finally when I had the energy to lift my head I kissed his lips and he kissed me back.

It was done. I had done it. I had had sex with Julian Consolata, and it wasn’t nearly was bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I could even so far to say that this was probably the best sex I had ever had...

Julian made a little humming noise in his throat and he curled into me, his arms and legs around me, and he rested his head on my shoulder, and I thought he was going to go right to sleep, but he didn’t. I could still hear him humming in his throat, and after awhile he was trailing his fingertips up and down my back lightly.

After a few moments I rolled onto my back, bringing Julian with me, and he curled up against me as if he needed my warmth to live. Lazily I moved an arm around him, and I don’t think he was awake a full minute after that.

I, however, stayed awake. I couldn’t help it; something ugly was crawling all over me, some real ugly feeling that I couldn’t shake. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, but after a few minutes I knew I couldn’t take it. I slid out from under Julian and rushed to his bathroom, closing the door and clutching the sink. I thought I would throw up.

I had had gay sex. But it was over and done with, so why did I feel so horrible? Was it because I had liked it? My mind was on total overload: I had gay sex and liked it. But that didn’t mean I was gay! ...Did it?

Again I leaned over to throw up but nothing came up. My stomach was just a mess, that was all it was, probably nerves or something. I ran the water and splashed my face, and with a washcloth I cleaned myself off of all the evening’s...erm, leftovers if you will, after throwing away the condom that I could barely touch.

Calmly I went back into the bedroom. When I saw Julian asleep in his bed, my mind panicked again. Should I take my clothes and make a run for it, and risk Julian’s hurt feelings, maybe never seeing him again and therefor blowing the case? Or should I stay and pretend that I was a happy gay lawyer who had just had happy gay sex?

After a moment I looked down at my cock and the sick feeling was in my stomach again. My cock had been in this kid’s ass. I had ejaculated in this kid’s ass. I shook out my head and told myself not to think about it, and I carefully got back into bed next to Julian and tried to get to sleep.

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I woke up to the sound of running water, and the smell of scrambled eggs with pepper. I opened my eyes and the room was full of very dull light, almost dark, and when I sat up I was covered by a loose blanket. My head was a bit foggy but I remembered where I was; I was in the Consolata mansion, and I had had sex with Julian the night before. And for whatever reason, I’m not really sure what, I was quite subdued. Sure I started thinking about what had happened last night, and how I had damn near flipped out in the bathroom, but I tried desperately not to freak out, and not to think about it, and to go with the flow.

I collapsed back into bed and rolled onto my side, even though my stomach was screaming for the food that I could smell somewhere in the room. I had a feeling Julian was in the shower, and I would wait until he came out before I did anything. After all I was a guest in his house, and I didn’t want to be rude.

I had my eyes closed and was ready to go back to sleep when the water stopped and the door to the conjoining bathroom opened. I opened my eyes and Julian emerged wearing nothing but a loose towel around his waist. His hair was slick and his whole body was dripping, and the more I stared at him the more the sight of him was ...very appealing.

He smiled when he saw me looking at him and he climbed onto the bed beside me. “Morning.” he said sweetly and climbed on top of me, towel and all, and kissed me. I felt water droplets splashing in my face and I laughed.

“I was gonna wake you for a shower, but you looked so peaceful so I decided not to bother you.” Julian cuddled up beside me, pulling some of the blanket up over him and coming in a little closer. I was still pretty sleepy, so I had my eyes closed, but when he leaned forward and kissed my lips, I kissed him back.

Julian had a lot of energy, I realized. A sound romp before bedtime, eight hours of sleep, and up and ready to conquer the world at the crack of dawn. Definitely a morning person, where I was not. And I was about to find out that Julian had a few ideas of what to do with that energy in the morning.

He kept kissing me, and then when I rolled onto my back he climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me. Usually I’d be bothered by that, but for some reason I didn’t really mind it, not with Julian. I chuckled when he slid his tongue in my mouth. “Julian you’re gonna give me a morning erection if you keep that up.”

Julian just smiled in a cute way. “Well that’s okay.”

And then, he slid a hand from my naked chest down in-between us and touched me. I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes. “Julian...”

Julian just continued to smile. “After breakfast, maybe.” and he smiled, and he climbed off me and wandered over to the table towards the door, where there was a breakfast spread all laid out. When I managed to get myself up and out of bed I saw pancakes and eggs and bacon and orange juice and coffee. This place was like a fucking hotel!

I ate heartily, I was hungry; we hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before, and I had my fill of everything that was offered on the table. Julian explained he had asked Maria to bring us breakfast to the room in the morning. That shocked me a little, knowing that the maid took one look at me and in an instant after a request from Julian, she could have me entirely figured out.

When I was finished I looked at the time on Julian’s clock; 7:43, which was excellent because I wasn’t scheduled to go into the office until later that day anyway. So I let my head back, with my stomach full, and I let out a big sigh of contentment.

Julian smiled at me. “You wanna sleep a little more?”

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind.” and truthfully I wouldn’t, after a meal like that.

Julian led me back to his bed, but we didn’t do much sleeping, which you probably figured out already. Remember Julian’s energy that I told you about? Yeah, kept me awake.

I laid down on my back and Julian climbed on top of me and we kissed for a good long time, getting tongues involved and everything, and I felt Julian bring his knee up against my cock and rub me just slightly. Again, a damn tease. And quite honestly I didn’t think I’d be able to get it up again after last night; turned out I was wrong about that too.

Julian straddled my waist and touched me a little roughly, which drove me a bit crazy. I took in sharp breaths and watched Julian, but all he wanted to do was lavish this attention on me, cupping me, stroking me, even tugging a little, and I didn’t think that would feel good but it actually did. And when I was fully erect, he slid down my front and laid on his belly and I looked up and he took my erection into his mouth, and my eyes slid closed and my head fell back.

Another thing about Julian...he sure likes to get his mouth around something. That surprised me; I never knew a woman who was eager to give head, it always seemed like some major chore. But for Julian it was like...having a few margaritas after work on a Friday, he just loves it.

He slurped away, I could feel his mouth on me at every moment, he never let me go, and that drove me crazy. I sucked in breathes and let them out in little moans and gasps, and I let my hand rest on the back of Julian’s head as if to coax him, but he didn’t need coaxing, he was going right to town, not that I was complaining.

A few minutes of Julian’s head and I exploded and he swallowed every last drop, and for the second time I had fallen down sweaty and exhausted while the boy on top of me was fresh and eager for more. But instead of looking for more action, he curled up with me, and when my heavy breathing had subsided, I felt sleep take over, for a second time, and for a second time I went back to sleep.

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I woke up three hours later, and this time I did need to get up. I noticed Julian was still asleep on top of me, so I slid out from his embrace and slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. I decided that Julian must have been responsible for cleaning his own bathroom, because it was messy compared to the bedroom. Ah, whatever. I had a quick shower, toweled off, and went back into Julian’s room to find my discarded suit from the night before. I knew I could go right to the office from here, the French blue wasn’t that formal, which would save me some time.

I looked at Julian, who was still asleep, and I wondered if I should leave him a note, or maybe if I should wake him. He looked awfully peaceful, it would have been a shame if I had to wake him up. I sighed, looked at my watch, and then I just nudged him a bit.

“Julian? Julian I have to head off to work now.”

He made a humming noise in his throat, to acknowledge that he’d heard me.

I smiled. The kid really was gorgeous. If he was straight he would have been married by now. “I had a nice time...”

His lips curled into a little smile and he opened his eyes. “I’m so glad you came last night.”

I smirked, resisting the urge to play off the pun of his words, thinking that would spoil the moment. I rubbed his shoulder affectionately. “I’ll give you a call sometime soon, okay?”

“Okay.” he said quietly, like a sleepy little boy, and I leaned forward and kissed him once and he was already going back to sleep.

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I was lucky, I didn’t run into anyone on my way out of the mansion. There were plenty of those armed goons standing around looking at me as though I were part of the family and needed protecting. Their presence led me to believe that there was definitely someone other than Julian and myself in the house at that time.

The guy at the front, the one with the limo, was nice enough to give me a lift away from the mansion, but in order to keep him from knowing that I had to go to the station, I asked him to drop me off at the nearest Starbucks, which he did, and when I thanked him, he tipped his hat and looked at me very seriously through the rear-view mirror.

I got a coffee, and thought about what had happened the night before. And what to say to the guys at the station. If I revealed that I had fucked Julian and then had him suck me off earlier that morning, than I’d never be able to show my face back in the station again. Then again Henderson had a good point, about the third date theory. What was I gonna tell them?

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“What the fuck d’you mean the kid’s a born-again Christian?”

I shrugged. I was sitting at my desk and Henderson had asked how things had gone the night before. I gave him this funny grin and told him quite gleefully that the kid was waiting for sex until marriage...such are the ways of the born again Christian...I think.

“Jesus Christ...” Henderson said, shaking his head. “You’ve officially got the easiest job in the building now. Big fucking case and you don’t even have to sleep with the kid to get what you need.”

Again I shrugged, and I smiled. “What can I say? I’m a lucky guy.”

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Next chapter: I’m not sure yet. You’ll have to see.
A/N: I mean absolutely no offense with the “born-again Christian” thing, in case it is offensive.