Charting New Waters
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“Do we have time for...” I trailed off as he peeked from around the bathroom door.
“We do. Always!” He scurried back to bed and pounced me, sliding me into his pussy right away. He straddled me and the sight of him sitting on me like that, riding me like a cowboy, unraveled me in no time.
We finally, almost two hours later, walked into Luna. “Ciao Jean-Paul, Assai avi ca nun ni videmu! And of course you know your dear cousin,” I said with a wink.
“God, you're so hot when you speak Sicilian,” Joseph whispered in my ear, hanging on my shoulder with one lazy arm. I shivered, wanting to go directly back home and fuck him again.
Jean-Paul looked up, surprised. “Oh, so you found him! Did he come quietly?”
“Not at all,” Joseph shot back with a flirty smile meant for me.
“Okay, you slut, what do you want? I'm a busy man,” Jean-Paul said, arms folded and reclining against the counter, wearing a black barista apron over his dress clothes.
“Sluts. And we want lattes and lots of sweets, whatever you'd like to hand over,” I said, leading Joseph to a table in the corner, away from the few other guests who were in some sort of mid-morning limbo, awake too early for hanging out and yet too late for work.
I could hear him barking orders at Tiffany behind me as I sat facing the love of my life. “Will you move in with me?” That just popped out. I meant it, but still...
His light brown eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really? Well, I can... my parents can rent out my place and I do work from home...”
“And you love me and can't stand the thought of being parted from me or forcing me to drive an hour each way to stay over,” I finished, compelled to touch him in some way every minute. I slid my chair around so I could snuggle against his arm. No one seemed to care, but I wasn't really watching for anyone's opinion in my own pastry shop.
He chuckled and nuzzled my head. “That, too. So... yea? Will you help me move?”
“I will.”
“Love me forever?”
“I will.”
He whispered in my ear. “Let me fuck you tonight?”
“I most certainly will!”
“Okay. I think I know where we're headed after coffee.”
I pouted as I thought. “I can't say I do...”
He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Sex shop, silly!”
“Oh God, drink your coffee, eat your damned cakes and take your foul mouths with you when you go,” Jean-Paul said, setting down our tray of goodies. “Lovebirds make me sick.”
“Tweet-fuckin'-tweet,” Joseph snapped.
“Perhaps a relationship might put you in better spirits,” I said. I knew I was right. I'd seen Jean-Paul take a different guy home every night. That kind of intimacy wasn't real. He needed some big bear to love him and fuck him senseless. Then, he'd probably be much more amenable.
“Well, not many of those floating around The Oasis, are there?” he said, looking a little sad.
“No, but just as you would not search for valuables in a dump, nor would you find anything valuable in a club,” I said, stirring my latte.
“You found Joe in the club,” he countered, which was technically true.
“That was absolute luck, not the rule. I suggest you slow down, focus on your work and your chances of finding a good man right here in the shop are better than stripping on the dance floor, don't you think?” I was positive the brute was capable of finding a good man. He just had to act like one, first.
“Well, so far that hasn't happened, but I live in hope,” he said sarcastically. “Enjoy your day, you two. I gotta get back to work.”
I think we did enjoy our day and especially our night. But not only that one. I can't even say exactly how long ago that all was, because every day with Joseph feels like both yesterday and an eternity. I'm very bad with dates, but he now informs me we've been together six years. He also insists it's time I made an honest man of him, which I agree, I ought, if he'll do the same for me. Tit for tat.
I'm not a very good boxer, but we have fun pretending I'm adequate. Other than that, the only constant sport in our lives happens between the sheets, and we are highly proficient.
Joseph's family is completely bonkers. We've had them over for Christmas and Easter a few years, and it makes me think of Sicily, what with the yelling across the table, the faces which reveal their happiness and anger from one second to the next, invasive questions asked without remorse, and bizarre gifts we have no use for, like Hanukkah tea towels or an engraved dog collar when we haven't got a dog. Oh. Joseph informs me his mother thought it was a bracelet. Never mind.
Fadi works at Palermo's as a kitchen assistant and informed us we have a ghost in there named Kesfort who keeps him company. I'm pleased he has a friend. Lina married her dentist and Joseph is an uncle, and I, one by association. We're getting on a bit in years, but we have considered having a child of our own. I'm waiting on Joseph to decide whether he's willing to let me knock him up and risk ruining his perfect body. Uh. He says we'll talk about it tonight, which means he's avoiding the subject again, as always. Yes you are, Joseph! Excuse us while we argue in Sicilian... One moment...
Anyway, this was never the life I had planned for myself, but it's a life I could never do without. Being different is hard. Stepping into unknown water is scary. But charting new waters is something so amazing you will never understand if you don't whip out your compass and start. I wouldn't change my voyage for the world.