Page 41 of Unexpected Boyfriends

After dinner we sit and talk for a while, until Justin’s grandparents decide to call it a night.

“It’s only 8.30 and it’s my last night,” Justin tells his grandmother. “It feels way too early to go to bed.”

Then he turns to me. “Do you want to stay a bit longer, maybe watch a movie?”

“Sure. Or we could go down to the village and see what’s happening maybe?”

“Yeah, that could be fun.”

Justin turns to his grandparents and says, “We might go out. Don’t wait up for me…it could be a late one.”

“Don’t get in any trouble,” she cautions him.

“Don’t worry, Mr. and Mrs. Beecham, I’ll make sure he’s safe.”

That seems to placate his grandparents and they bid us goodnight. After they retire for the night, Justin and I look at each other and grin.

“Let’s go!”

Justin grabs a couple of things and then drags me out the door.

“Ooh! I get another ride on this beast,” he’s almost salivating over my motorcycle as we get ready to mount it.

I nearly say something completely inappropriate but I bite my tongue in time. No need to get ahead of myself.

We helmet up, get on the bike, and take off. We go for a long cruisy ride around the curves and down around the beaches, enjoying the feeling of freedom and being together. Justin is warm against my back and his arms around me feel so good. As wonderful as it feels, there’s a heaviness weighing on my heart, but I shove the feeling down deep. Time enough for that later.

We ride all the way to the village and of course we both have hard-ons by the time we’re getting off the bike. But we’re not shy with each other anymore and there’s no-one around to see, so we share a smile, a quick kiss, and don’t worry about it.

As it’s a midweek night, not much is open.

"Gelato?" I suggest as we walk along the deserted street. "The pizza restaurant should still be open."

"Okay," Justin smiles as I take his hand. His fingers feel delicate, his skin softer than mine.

The restaurant is just around the corner and sure enough, when we get there the lights are on although there are no customers left.

As we enter, Justin drops my hand.

"Is that your ex?" he whispers, a slight dip of his head in the direction of Gio whose mass of black curls obscures his face as he busily wipes down the counter.

"Mm-hm," I confirm as I step toward the counter. For a minute I can't decide whether to take his hand again. I don't want him feeling insecure about my exes. He has nothing to worry about! And Gio was hardly a boyfriend, anyway.

At the last moment, I decide not to. Justin's not out and the township is small.

"Hey, Axel!" Gio greets me looking up, finally noticing he has customers.

"Hey, Gio," I reply, leaning in so we can kiss each other on the cheek. "Are we too late? Are you still serving? We were hoping to get some gelato."

"I'm cleaning up for the night, but I'll serve you anytime," he winks at me saucily.

"This is Justin," I say, waving my hand towards Justin who's standing there awkwardly, a couple of lines disturbing his brow.

"Hey, Justin," Gio nods and runs his eyes appreciatively all over Justin, and I prickle a little. I don't say anything though. This is just Gio. I'm used to his flirting and he does it with everyone... male, female, young or old. It's part of his persona and I guess it helps sell to customers, but it feels a little different when it'smyboyfriend he's flirting with.

"What do you want?" I put my hand on Justin's shoulder and steer him towards the refrigerated cabinet where all the stainless steel tubs with their colorful contents form a kaleidoscope of colors.

Justin's eyes flicker over the selection. Finally he looks up with a touch of pink in his cheeks.

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