Lovegame
I sighed. There he was again, leaning casually on a car’s open windowsill, chatting easily to whoever was inside with stereotypical Italian ease. Sometimes I wondered if he played it up a bit; after all, he was one of the few native Italians that walked the streets of Florence, and that made him more desirable.
Rolling my eyes, I walked up and tapped him brusquely on the shoulder.
“Could I have a word, signore?” I asked, flashing my badge as he turned.
Without bothering to see what was the matter, the man he’d been talking to shifted gears and pulled out into the street with the hasty screech of tires.
“Hey, Officer Honda, look what you’ve done,” he said, gesturing at the empty space by the sidewalk.
I refused to be moved.
“And which client would that have been, Feliciano san? Four? Five?”
“Seven,” Feliciano scowled. “Tonight was a good night until you showed up. People get nervous when they see police. It’s bad for business.”
“Six men is quite enough for one evening,” I said firmly. “You and I both know I can’t arrest you, but I don’t have to leave, either.”
It was Feliciano’s turn to roll his eyes at that. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he cast a forlorn look at the traffic, busy even at this time of night. Perhaps it was just the shadows created by the streetlamp overhead, but he looked thin in that moment, thin and tired. I noticed that his eyes were rimmed in red, and that an unruly shadow of dark stubble darkened his chin. The thin t-shirt he wore was frayed, his jeans full of holes.
“Where are you going to sleep tonight?” I asked, unable to take the official edge out of my voice. It was uncomfortable, taking in all these visible signs of wear and knowing that I’d just stifled his only source of income. My question came out much harsher than I intended.
He shrugged, a tiny half-smile gracing his lips. “I’ll find somewhere, don’t you worry.”
The light had come back into his eyes, illuminating the haggard face. He really was attractive, I had to give him that. He could have even been handsome if he had a permanent place to live. It was easy to see why he got so many clients, with rich, auburn hair and big, sparkling brown eyes framed by thick, dark lashes…
Giving myself a mental shake, I brought myself back to the issue at hand. There was an obvious solution that would lesson some of the guilt I felt, but I couldn’t let my thoughts get the better of me.
“Look, this is unofficial, but if it’ll keep you out of trouble, I’ll let you sleep in my house tonight,” I said.
Feliciano’s wide eyes narrowed suspiciously. “If you’re trying to trick me into a police car, you must think I’m an idiot,” he said bluntly, turning to go.
“Wait!” I said, grabbing his arm. His glare was filled with surprising anger.
“Just listen,” I said, hastily releasing my grip, “I’m not trying to trick you. I’m talking to you as Kiku, not Officer Honda. It’s cold tonight, it’s going to get even colder later on, and there’s even a chance of snow. I can’t let you sleep on a park bench if there’s a chance of snow.”
He raised an eyebrow. His breath made small clouds in the air as he considered.
“Alright, but just one night. I don’t need you to take care of me,” he said roughly.
“Of course,” I said graciously, trying to mask my relief. Leading him to where I’d parked my car, I told myself sternly that I was just concerned for Feliciano’s welfare, that my reason for wanting him in my house tonight had nothing to do with the fact that he was a young, sexy male prostitute. No, I’d left those feelings behind in Tokyo. Florence was a fresh start, a new life, and I wasn’t going to let old inhibitions sneak up on me. I was just doing the man a favor, that’s all.
I lived in a quiet area of Florence. The houses on my street were all made of tanned brick, nestled under the cover of tall trees, elegant even in their barren state of Winter hibernation. It wasn’t anything fancy, but Feliciano whistled as we entered my small kitchen through the back door.
“Not bad, Officer,” he said, standing awkwardly by the door with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, as if he were afraid to truly enter the house.
“Well, it’s home, anyway,” I shrugged, flipping on the kitchen light and collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs, groaning softly as I did so. Today had been a long day.
“What’s wrong? You got a bad back, officer?” Feliciano asked, stepping hesitantly into the small kitchen, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“It’s nothing, I’m just a little stiff from work,” I said, leaning back and trying to ignore the dull soreness in my spine and shoulders. “And call me Kiku, I’m off duty.”
“Alright Kiku, I know how to fix your back. Just relax,” he said with a small smile, coming around the table and disappearing behind me.
“What do you mean by fi-?” I started to ask, but the question melted into a soft moan of pleasure as he began to skillfully work the knots out of my shoulders. All my tension melted under his fingers. Small tingles of pleasure worked their way down my spine, and I marveled at the control he had over his hands. If he could do that with just my shoulders, imagine what he could do elsewhere…
“That-that’s enough,” I stammered, scrambling to my feet and backing away. My face was flushed; I didn’t like the mischievous look he was giving me. No, I did like it, and that was exactly the problem!
“You liked that,” he said simply, his mouth pulled back in that little half-smile.
“No I didn’t! Well, I mean, I did, but I didn’t like it, I just… liked it,” I stuttered, my face turning redder and redder as I spoke. “I-look, I need to take a shower, so just stay here-”
He seemed to cross the kitchen in two strides, and all too soon we were face to face. This close, I could see the signs of wear more closely, but I couldn’t help noticing just how hot he was as well.
It happened too quickly. One second I was staring up into his eyes, the next I was pressed up against the refrigerator, groaning as his tongue explored my mouth, my fingers slipping easily under the thin t-shirt to explore every inch of olive-toned flesh.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” I gasped as our lips parted, as he began licking and sucking his way down my neck, deftly undoing the buttons of my shirt and exposing my chest to his attentions as well. Oh, god, I needed this so badly. It had been years since I let anyone touch me like this, years since I had moved to Florence with the intention of burying my sexuality for good.
Feliciano moved quickly, and all too soon was sucking at the skin around my belly button as he unzipped my pants. I was already painfully hard, but it wasn’t until he freed my throbbing erection from its cloth prison that my senses came shooting back to Earth.
“Wait! Feliciano, I-I can’t,” I gasped.
“You sure about that?” he smirked, running his thumb down my blushing cock and making my head spin with pleasure.
“No-yes! This-this wasn’t supposed to happen, I’m taking advantage of you-”
My tongue felt thick in my mouth. I couldn’t think straight, not with a beautiful Italian boy caressing my cock like that!
“This is what I do,” he shrugged, with characteristic simplicity. “It’s not taking advantage. Just enjoy it. Consider this payment for letting me stay with you tonight.”
I would have protested, but all my counterarguments flew right out of my head as his lips closed over the head of my erection. It took all of my concentration just to remain standing, my hips thrusting almost without my control into the hot moisture of his mouth.
I grabbed a fistful of his pretty auburn hair as I came, emptying myself into his mouth, nearly in tears with the ecstasy. He swallowed it, all of it, something I had not expected him to do. Chest heaving, with my hair plastered in sweaty clumps to my forehead, I zipped my pants as Feliciano got to his feet. I couldn’t look at him. I still couldn’t help feeling like I’d betrayed his trust somehow.
I shivered as his arms encircled me from behind. “Don’t be so quick to pack up,” he breathed into my ear. He ground his hips against me; I could feel his hardness through his jeans. “We’re just getting started, Officer.”
Rolling my eyes, I walked up and tapped him brusquely on the shoulder.
“Could I have a word, signore?” I asked, flashing my badge as he turned.
Without bothering to see what was the matter, the man he’d been talking to shifted gears and pulled out into the street with the hasty screech of tires.
“Hey, Officer Honda, look what you’ve done,” he said, gesturing at the empty space by the sidewalk.
I refused to be moved.
“And which client would that have been, Feliciano san? Four? Five?”
“Seven,” Feliciano scowled. “Tonight was a good night until you showed up. People get nervous when they see police. It’s bad for business.”
“Six men is quite enough for one evening,” I said firmly. “You and I both know I can’t arrest you, but I don’t have to leave, either.”
It was Feliciano’s turn to roll his eyes at that. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he cast a forlorn look at the traffic, busy even at this time of night. Perhaps it was just the shadows created by the streetlamp overhead, but he looked thin in that moment, thin and tired. I noticed that his eyes were rimmed in red, and that an unruly shadow of dark stubble darkened his chin. The thin t-shirt he wore was frayed, his jeans full of holes.
“Where are you going to sleep tonight?” I asked, unable to take the official edge out of my voice. It was uncomfortable, taking in all these visible signs of wear and knowing that I’d just stifled his only source of income. My question came out much harsher than I intended.
He shrugged, a tiny half-smile gracing his lips. “I’ll find somewhere, don’t you worry.”
The light had come back into his eyes, illuminating the haggard face. He really was attractive, I had to give him that. He could have even been handsome if he had a permanent place to live. It was easy to see why he got so many clients, with rich, auburn hair and big, sparkling brown eyes framed by thick, dark lashes…
Giving myself a mental shake, I brought myself back to the issue at hand. There was an obvious solution that would lesson some of the guilt I felt, but I couldn’t let my thoughts get the better of me.
“Look, this is unofficial, but if it’ll keep you out of trouble, I’ll let you sleep in my house tonight,” I said.
Feliciano’s wide eyes narrowed suspiciously. “If you’re trying to trick me into a police car, you must think I’m an idiot,” he said bluntly, turning to go.
“Wait!” I said, grabbing his arm. His glare was filled with surprising anger.
“Just listen,” I said, hastily releasing my grip, “I’m not trying to trick you. I’m talking to you as Kiku, not Officer Honda. It’s cold tonight, it’s going to get even colder later on, and there’s even a chance of snow. I can’t let you sleep on a park bench if there’s a chance of snow.”
He raised an eyebrow. His breath made small clouds in the air as he considered.
“Alright, but just one night. I don’t need you to take care of me,” he said roughly.
“Of course,” I said graciously, trying to mask my relief. Leading him to where I’d parked my car, I told myself sternly that I was just concerned for Feliciano’s welfare, that my reason for wanting him in my house tonight had nothing to do with the fact that he was a young, sexy male prostitute. No, I’d left those feelings behind in Tokyo. Florence was a fresh start, a new life, and I wasn’t going to let old inhibitions sneak up on me. I was just doing the man a favor, that’s all.
I lived in a quiet area of Florence. The houses on my street were all made of tanned brick, nestled under the cover of tall trees, elegant even in their barren state of Winter hibernation. It wasn’t anything fancy, but Feliciano whistled as we entered my small kitchen through the back door.
“Not bad, Officer,” he said, standing awkwardly by the door with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, as if he were afraid to truly enter the house.
“Well, it’s home, anyway,” I shrugged, flipping on the kitchen light and collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs, groaning softly as I did so. Today had been a long day.
“What’s wrong? You got a bad back, officer?” Feliciano asked, stepping hesitantly into the small kitchen, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“It’s nothing, I’m just a little stiff from work,” I said, leaning back and trying to ignore the dull soreness in my spine and shoulders. “And call me Kiku, I’m off duty.”
“Alright Kiku, I know how to fix your back. Just relax,” he said with a small smile, coming around the table and disappearing behind me.
“What do you mean by fi-?” I started to ask, but the question melted into a soft moan of pleasure as he began to skillfully work the knots out of my shoulders. All my tension melted under his fingers. Small tingles of pleasure worked their way down my spine, and I marveled at the control he had over his hands. If he could do that with just my shoulders, imagine what he could do elsewhere…
“That-that’s enough,” I stammered, scrambling to my feet and backing away. My face was flushed; I didn’t like the mischievous look he was giving me. No, I did like it, and that was exactly the problem!
“You liked that,” he said simply, his mouth pulled back in that little half-smile.
“No I didn’t! Well, I mean, I did, but I didn’t like it, I just… liked it,” I stuttered, my face turning redder and redder as I spoke. “I-look, I need to take a shower, so just stay here-”
He seemed to cross the kitchen in two strides, and all too soon we were face to face. This close, I could see the signs of wear more closely, but I couldn’t help noticing just how hot he was as well.
It happened too quickly. One second I was staring up into his eyes, the next I was pressed up against the refrigerator, groaning as his tongue explored my mouth, my fingers slipping easily under the thin t-shirt to explore every inch of olive-toned flesh.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” I gasped as our lips parted, as he began licking and sucking his way down my neck, deftly undoing the buttons of my shirt and exposing my chest to his attentions as well. Oh, god, I needed this so badly. It had been years since I let anyone touch me like this, years since I had moved to Florence with the intention of burying my sexuality for good.
Feliciano moved quickly, and all too soon was sucking at the skin around my belly button as he unzipped my pants. I was already painfully hard, but it wasn’t until he freed my throbbing erection from its cloth prison that my senses came shooting back to Earth.
“Wait! Feliciano, I-I can’t,” I gasped.
“You sure about that?” he smirked, running his thumb down my blushing cock and making my head spin with pleasure.
“No-yes! This-this wasn’t supposed to happen, I’m taking advantage of you-”
My tongue felt thick in my mouth. I couldn’t think straight, not with a beautiful Italian boy caressing my cock like that!
“This is what I do,” he shrugged, with characteristic simplicity. “It’s not taking advantage. Just enjoy it. Consider this payment for letting me stay with you tonight.”
I would have protested, but all my counterarguments flew right out of my head as his lips closed over the head of my erection. It took all of my concentration just to remain standing, my hips thrusting almost without my control into the hot moisture of his mouth.
I grabbed a fistful of his pretty auburn hair as I came, emptying myself into his mouth, nearly in tears with the ecstasy. He swallowed it, all of it, something I had not expected him to do. Chest heaving, with my hair plastered in sweaty clumps to my forehead, I zipped my pants as Feliciano got to his feet. I couldn’t look at him. I still couldn’t help feeling like I’d betrayed his trust somehow.
I shivered as his arms encircled me from behind. “Don’t be so quick to pack up,” he breathed into my ear. He ground his hips against me; I could feel his hardness through his jeans. “We’re just getting started, Officer.”