Page 115 of The Moon Also Rises
“Oh, God, Rami,” he says as I pull his boxers up, then stand up, wiping my mouth on the back of my arm.
“Good?”
Jake shakes his head at me, his eyes dazed. “I have no words.”
“I like speechless Jake,” I say and I kiss his neck again.
“Do you… Don’t you want to…” Jake’s words drift away as he stares down at my erection that is visible even through his robe.
“Later. When Marty and Jenna have gone out.”
He brings his hand down to squeeze me and I close my eyes at his touch. “You’ll stay for the day?”
“Try and get rid of me.”
“I’ll do my best,” he whispers into my cheek and I hear his smile.
Reluctantly I place my hands on his hips and push him away. “Finish the breakfast. I’m going to have a shower and then we’ll eat together. I think your sister should be finished with Marty by then.”
Jake goes to open his mouth but instead opts for a swift eye roll.
“You can help yourself to my clothes. In the wardrobe,” he says then seems to gather himself. “I may have a black T-shirt somewhere that I forgot to give to a charity shop.”
I ignore his dig and instead bite the corner of his jaw before I walk away.
In his bedroom, I open his wardrobe and find a lilac short-sleeved shirt I know I will surprise him by wearing and I’m grinning to myself thinking about this when something catches my eye.
I’d been thinking about buying Jake a very specific gift for a while now and kept stopping myself because it felt too much, too intimate for where we were but after this last week, after today, I feel more confident and reassured.
So I bend down and pull out one of the shoe boxes from the bottom of his wardrobe. Holding it in my hands, I turn it around to find a label that will tell me his shoe size, but it’s a designer box – Louis Vuitton – and there’s no markings. That’s why I then open the lid to check the shoes themselves, but there aren’t any shoes inside the shoe box. In fact, what I do find, is the very last thing I expect to discover.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jake
Ilove my sister and Marty more than is possibly healthy, but it feels like they are never going to leave when breakfast rolls into a two-hour meal and then they both insist on doing the washing up. But finally, finally, just after midday, they leave to spend the rest of the day with Jenna’s friends.
When the door closes behind them, I move quickly to press Rami up against it. Flashbacks of him on his knees in front of me have been running through my mind all morning and I want to do the same to him, or maybe fuck him again or have him fuck me. I don’t care what it looks like, I just want to be close to him. I just want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
But as Rami’s hands come up and press on my chest, I learn he has other plans.
“Jake, we should talk,” he says.
“Oh, yes, that,” I say to him while internally I curse the version of me who suggested it. But I know it needs to happen. My insomnia last night was ultimately me giving myself a pep talk to admit my own feelings for Rami. My feelings, and my desires. My desire to try and be with him.
Shit. Is this really going to happen?
“Okay, let’s talk,” I say and I give him a quick peck on the nose before leading him back into the living area. “Shall I make us some tea?”
“I’ll do it,” he says and gestures for me to sit. I watch him in silence as he fills the kettle.
“I don’t really know where to start,” he says as he leans back against the counter and faces me. The kettle rumbles towards its boil beside him.
“Well, I could start,” I say and slap my thighs as if summoning some energy.
“But how do you know what I want to talk about?”
“Don’t you want to talk about… us?”
