I began to cough uncontrollably. I didn’t know you could choke on air.
“Imagine how I felt,” he said.
“Was that why you cried? I thought it was because of Titanic!”
“Come on, I got a call after we watched Titanic! You were asleep. Jeez.” He chuckled. “Anyway, it was a shock, but I kind of expected something like that. Maybe even my mother did too. I was undergoing some changes of my own and, although I didn’t need it, this made me even more sure of who I am. My father is a hypocrite and I don’t want to be.”
“Alright,” I said, taking a deep breath. Then I turned my head sideways. “But…”
“But what?”
“Who the fuck is Jairo?” I said.
Apparently, the name left Benji just as bewildered as I was. He didn’t understand why Eloíse said what she said. Yes, she had introduced Jairo to him, he was a very handsome guy, they had tried having threeway sex, but Benji chickened out, although he really wanted to try. Eloíse accepted him for who he was, and for that, he would always be thankful. But he did not know what the fuck she was on about.
I believed him.
So the only thing left was to talk to her. We decided to cut our break short. We weren’t out out yet, so we had to still be a little careful when we returned.
We decided to meet Eloíse in the same Cafe I met her before. As we stepped inside, we were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversations in the air. She was already there, sitting at the same table, reading another book. She looked tranquil. Two eyebrows were raised towards us when we approached.
“Hello, Benji. Hugo.”
We sat down. “So…seems like you’ve been saying some stuff about me,” Benji began a little confrontational.
“As it happens,” she said, and now she put the book down. “I’m glad you asked to meet because…it seems I owe you an apology.”
“Lô, I do not understand,” Benji said. The way she called her seemed intimate and very personal, and I felt a bit of jealousy. No. He loved me. He said so.
“Let me explain…the thing that happened to your dad, err, sorry about that, but that bastard deserves it. Jairo sort of reached out to me to talk about some things that happened. After I asked him to do…you know what…and you backed off, I broke up with you because you were in the closet and I did not have the patience to deal with that.”
Benji blushed.
“Well,” she kept going. “My friend Jairo told me he kept seeing you afterwards, and I was happy for him, truly. But he admitted to me he had been lying. It was your dad. Your dad, not you. And when Jairo tried to stop it, he grew violent and, last thing I know, Jairo is in the hospital, almost dead, begging me to forget everything he told me about you. I thought you did it. I’m sorry. I blocked you out of my life. Imagine my worry when I realized that Hugo was your next victim.”
“He should go to prison,” I said, forgetting for a moment that Benji was next to me.
“No, Jairo doesn’t want to be involved in any of this shit. I broke his confidence when I tried helping you,” she said, looking at me. “Besides, that monster is dealing with his own demons right now. Honestly, Benji, you will do much better without him in your life, I’m sure of it.”
After the talk with Eloíse, we went back to my house, lay down on the bed to sleep, but I couldn’t. I kept imagining some trap that would ruin everything. Only Benji giving me kisses took away my anxiety.
“Sorry,” Benji said suddenly. “You were afraid of my father, probably of me too…the things I used to say in class and when we first met, my father, even the way I behaved that day with that poor dude on the beach. You were right to be cautious and afraid of me.”
“I gotta admit, half the time I didn’t run away or punch you because you confused the hell out of me.”
Benji gave me a long kiss, which soon lit up a fire within. His hand moved down my stomach, and my hard cock lurched.
I grabbed and fingered him using my spit as lube. He puffed his lips against my ears, breathing shallowly. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” he hushed.
“If I remember correctly,” I said, still fingering. “You owe me a challenge. Remember that?”
“Hmmfmfmmm,” he said.
“That’s right. How about this, I challenge you to be my docile boyfriend, and to come live with me, and to have sex with me whenever and wherever I want,” I said.
“Hummmmgmgmgfm” he said, but it sounded like he agreed.