When Giovanni passed through the living room, he barely noticed his cousin's sly look, watching him behind a magazine, while she pretended to be immersed in her reading, leaning back in the armchair.
Manon has given many thoughts to the subject, but the idea of calling Leon to ask him to entertain his cousin seemed a little crazy, especially because she did not want to give any explanations. On top of that, she assumed Leon would refuse, alleging Giovanni was a friend and he also owed him his loyalty. For certain things Leon was quite noble, contrary to what anyone could think.
She stirred in the armchair restless, her cousin passed again on his way to his room, leaving behind him a trail of sweet and soft perfume.
She had to take advantage of the opportunity, it was Saturday night. Lucas already left with Numa a few hours ago and since then, she has been counting the minutes for his cousin to leave as well. She heard footsteps and turned her attention back to the magazine. She was afraid he could realize her intentions. She felt a loving blow on the back of her head and had to control the impulse to scream.
A sweet cunning laugh sounded behind her back.
" Are you anxious about something little cousin?" Manon lowered the magazine to look at him, who was smiling mischievously at her. He was so handsome and cute that it almost seemed like a crime to do what she was planning to do.
"I'm leaving, shall I lock the door?"
Manon turned back to the magazine.
"As you wish."
"See you tomorrow...or maybe later...or maybe a week from now...well whatever...bye"
Manon did not put the magazine down again and answered the greeting vaguely. Her heart was pounding as she waited for all possible external noises to be silenced.
Put the magazine down. Only the living room light was on, the hallway from there was plunged in darkness. She moved slowly towards it with his heart pounding in anticipation. She preferred to leave the hallway dark and only turn on the light in the guest room once there.
The intense smell of the perfume invaded her, her nerves were playing a trick on her and that scent only made her feel sick. She had bad experience going through rooms, once her mother caught her as ca hild, received a good reprimand along with some couple of blows.
She entered the room and looked around, it was almost the same as last time: there were some clothes on the bed time, the closet open and looked quite chaotic.
With patience she began to remove the clothes from the closet and to rummage in the drawers and in the pockets of the jackets. What was she looking for? Drugs? Money? A weapon? didn't know, she would find out eventually, although her own answer sounded a bit absurd.
After a short time she already checked almost everything, only the bedside table was left, she hurried to look in the drawers to only find a black wallet, some cd's, a pack of cigarettes that she opened to check what wasinside and a big blue folder where he kept his passport and some cards that apparently he didn't need with him.
She carefully put all the things back where she found them, wondering if she was just too suspicious without any reason. She should tell Lucas about it and see what his thoughts were.
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Numa tossed restlessly in bed, feverish, from a heat that burned inside him. He sat up, almost perspiring and breathing heavily.
He had a dream that raised his temperature considerably. He smiled at the memory of Friday night at the nightclub, it was very nice, exciting, but instead of taking away his desire, he has been left with an unsettling expectation of more. He knew he was very passionate, and he tried to engaged in more at the booth but Lucas refused smoothly.
He dropped back into bed, it was still dark, and in 3 hours he would have to get up to go to school. That couldn't go on like that, he had to find a way, a place.. he sighed resignedly. Lucas didn't want to go to a hotel either, they already talked about it on Saturday, the truth is for Lucas it seemed to be a very important moment, something special.
But sometimes the need was bigger than certain small details. He laughed softly, hid his face in the pillow thinking again about Friday, he felt a thrill flood his chest, he would never admit it but he was feeling to silly, he felt deep in those sensations of love, which were new to him. Everytime he looked at Lucas, his heart skip a beat, he was so handsome with those black eyes he felt like spellbound. He let out a low chuckle again as he clung to his pillow.
He hidding his face on it again and reviving in his mind all details of Lucas´body; his hands, his fingers and his mouth.
He sighed slowly that name, he hasn't even realized he already brushed his sex with his hand, he did it again softly, causing himself to shudder. He didn't need extra help, he was too horny, and the sensation of the light touch of his hand awakened in him the deep need to touch himself more forcefully, to masturbate wildly in order to finish at that very moment. However, he resisted the temptation and decided to touch himself slowly while with the other hand ran along his torso pressing hard on his nipples, imagining Lucas's hands running over his skin.
He murmured his name again between soft moans.
He slipped a hand into his underwear to grasp his sex with his hand, as he slowly began the familiar movement, feeling his whole body become sensitive to his own caresses. He let out a moan, while he debated inwardly between increasing the rhythm or continuing in the same way to enjoy it a little more. Even with that slow movement he would not last long, with the free hand he touched his anus, lightly pressing the entrance while touching his erection with greater frenzy, increasing the rhythm of his touch. He let two fingers penetrate inside him, causing to spasm with pleasure. He felt the shudder of orgasm and hiding his face in the pillow, he came between gasps and shuddering moans, feeling the hot, sticky liquid between his fingers.
At the thought about having to get up to go to the bathroom to wash up, he protested to himself. The image of Lucas came back to his mind, how much he wanted to do it with him! It wasn't just about sex, it was about sharing that moment with him, with his first boyfriend. He felt like an idiot again, he never thought he would like someone that much, of course he has already fallen for someone once in the past, but it was something different.
He shook his head, it wasn't something he wanted to remember, smiling but complaining at the same time he got up to go to the bathroom and to finally get back to bed.