Before we go out, I shower. Fernando holds me with gentle arms. It isn’t sexual, just tender as the warm sprays wash over our bodies. The air though holds a tightness like a bowstring notched.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, my hands creasing his biceps.
“I am really sorry I dragged you into this, Alonso,” he quietly says.
I turn in his arms and wrap my hands behind his neck. Surprise washes over his face as his Adam’s apple bobs and I kiss him. He tenses up some in my arms then he finally settles as our lips melt together like the moon and stars.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “Stop worrying about it. If I could change any of this, I wouldn’t because that means I wouldn’t have you.”
He smiles down at me, his dimples prominent, and we kiss again. Butterflies swarm in my stomach and I feel my cock chub some but now isn’t the time for sex. Now is only for comfort and bliss as we scrub each other clean with scented lavender soaps and the warm running water.