happen—we’re getting old.”
“Speak for yourself.”
Nunzio went back to thumbing at his phone, and I settled into the rickety wooden chair. Focusing on how awkward and ungainly I felt sitting at his tiny IKEA kitchen set was preferable to trying to figure out why I was now so obsessed with his body. Casual sex was not something that usually sent me into a high-strung state of overanalysis, but playing ball with my best friend had never been in the cards before.
He glared at whatever was displayed on his phone, and I snorted. Apparently the state of politics in the city had him all up in arms this morning.
“Put your phone away.”
“Nah, I’m trying to catch up on this nonsense. I’ve been out of the loop all summer.”
“Yeah, but you also haven’t seen me all summer, so I want some attention.”
I watched the edge of his mouth curl up in a smile that he wasn’t quite ready to reveal, as though it was a secret that my words pleased him. Nunzio made a big show of hitting the button at the side of his phone to shut off the screen before dropping it onto the counter.
“Happy now, needy bitch?”
“Very.” I smirked. “You know I like being the very center of your world.”
“You are, motherfucker. Like I hang out with anyone else?” Nunzio jerked open a drawer and pulled out a box of cigarettes, then popped one into his mouth. He bent down to light the end off the flame on the stove, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way his pants slid down to reveal the seam of his ass.
“You don’t like anyone else,” I pointed out.
“Facts.” Nunzio straightened and let the cigarette dangle from his mouth while flipping off the burner under the pan. “But speaking of needy bitches…. You dropped your phone in the living room, and it was blowing up all night.”
“If someone was texting me at that time, I’m pretty sure it’s no one I want to talk to.”
“You sure?’Cause it was your boy David,” Nunzio said, his tone light enough to be completely artificial. “I didn’t get a look at the full message, but the notification box started with something a lot like ‘I’m a fucking thirst bucket and want your dick in my mouth.’”
I choked on a mouthful of scalding black coffee. “He was drunk and had no idea what the hell he was saying.”
Nunzio exhaled a cloud of smoke. “He seemed pretty lucid to me. Go see for yourself.”
I stood with a groan and fetched my phone from the living room.
David had indeed texted me multiple times in the wee hours of the morning. He’d begun sending them from the moment I’d left the club and continued on until he’d likely gotten home and passed out. They started out normal, asking where I was and how I was getting home in typical badly typed drunk-text style, but then veered off into how he wished I’d stayed before claiming he should have come home with me.
Shaking my head, I tossed the phone on the table. A potential ego boost was squashed by the reality that David had zero self-control when drinking. The kid was probably at home burning his iPhone in horror.
“This guy can’t have a man the way he acts.”
Nunzio moved the strips of bacon onto a plate covered by a paper towel.
“Why not? Not everyone is as noble as you, Mikey. Lots of guys cheat. David and his man might not even be monogamous.”
“Yeah, right. Do open relationships really work for anyone?”
“It worked for me back when I was with Gio,” Nunzio said, turning to look at me.
“Yeah, until you broke up.”
“But that’s not why we broke up. It was because I was too young to be that steady with someone. Things would have been different if we were together now. I don’t got that frantic need to pound every fine piece of ass I see.”
I raised an eyebrow. Ever since we were kids, Nunzio had had issues with preventing his fingers from undoing his fly at the sight of a big ass and a pair of dick-sucking lips.
“Doesn’t seem that way to me.”
“Just
“Speak for yourself.”
Nunzio went back to thumbing at his phone, and I settled into the rickety wooden chair. Focusing on how awkward and ungainly I felt sitting at his tiny IKEA kitchen set was preferable to trying to figure out why I was now so obsessed with his body. Casual sex was not something that usually sent me into a high-strung state of overanalysis, but playing ball with my best friend had never been in the cards before.
He glared at whatever was displayed on his phone, and I snorted. Apparently the state of politics in the city had him all up in arms this morning.
“Put your phone away.”
“Nah, I’m trying to catch up on this nonsense. I’ve been out of the loop all summer.”
“Yeah, but you also haven’t seen me all summer, so I want some attention.”
I watched the edge of his mouth curl up in a smile that he wasn’t quite ready to reveal, as though it was a secret that my words pleased him. Nunzio made a big show of hitting the button at the side of his phone to shut off the screen before dropping it onto the counter.
“Happy now, needy bitch?”
“Very.” I smirked. “You know I like being the very center of your world.”
“You are, motherfucker. Like I hang out with anyone else?” Nunzio jerked open a drawer and pulled out a box of cigarettes, then popped one into his mouth. He bent down to light the end off the flame on the stove, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way his pants slid down to reveal the seam of his ass.
“You don’t like anyone else,” I pointed out.
“Facts.” Nunzio straightened and let the cigarette dangle from his mouth while flipping off the burner under the pan. “But speaking of needy bitches…. You dropped your phone in the living room, and it was blowing up all night.”
“If someone was texting me at that time, I’m pretty sure it’s no one I want to talk to.”
“You sure?’Cause it was your boy David,” Nunzio said, his tone light enough to be completely artificial. “I didn’t get a look at the full message, but the notification box started with something a lot like ‘I’m a fucking thirst bucket and want your dick in my mouth.’”
I choked on a mouthful of scalding black coffee. “He was drunk and had no idea what the hell he was saying.”
Nunzio exhaled a cloud of smoke. “He seemed pretty lucid to me. Go see for yourself.”
I stood with a groan and fetched my phone from the living room.
David had indeed texted me multiple times in the wee hours of the morning. He’d begun sending them from the moment I’d left the club and continued on until he’d likely gotten home and passed out. They started out normal, asking where I was and how I was getting home in typical badly typed drunk-text style, but then veered off into how he wished I’d stayed before claiming he should have come home with me.
Shaking my head, I tossed the phone on the table. A potential ego boost was squashed by the reality that David had zero self-control when drinking. The kid was probably at home burning his iPhone in horror.
“This guy can’t have a man the way he acts.”
Nunzio moved the strips of bacon onto a plate covered by a paper towel.
“Why not? Not everyone is as noble as you, Mikey. Lots of guys cheat. David and his man might not even be monogamous.”
“Yeah, right. Do open relationships really work for anyone?”
“It worked for me back when I was with Gio,” Nunzio said, turning to look at me.
“Yeah, until you broke up.”
“But that’s not why we broke up. It was because I was too young to be that steady with someone. Things would have been different if we were together now. I don’t got that frantic need to pound every fine piece of ass I see.”
I raised an eyebrow. Ever since we were kids, Nunzio had had issues with preventing his fingers from undoing his fly at the sight of a big ass and a pair of dick-sucking lips.
“Doesn’t seem that way to me.”
“Just
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