Alex couldn't drive even a few metres from the driveway after dropping Noah. Every cell of his being wanted him to go back and make it right.
Why? A voice in his head asked him. What's the use of being gay if you can't fuck around? Des was right... it's not like the little moody drama queen is going to get pregnant! To be honest, you wanted to sing and sleep, Noah was the one who wanted to have sex! Then why are you made to feel guilty?
You didn't know or care if Noah was blind or not... You are attracted to him because he is super cute with his brown silky hair and that adorable fringe thing on his forehead. His grey large eyes bordered with thick eyelashes. His button nose and pink pouty lips, the dip in his chin iand crinkly dimples. His small perfect soft and warm body with that flat belly and bubble butt. His voice, his smile, his quick wit and gullible innocence and the way he tracked things with his sharp mind. He was qualified, a teacher and a singer. The way he blushed and looked down, the way he bit his lips and hushed his moans. His deft hand motions as he felt and dressed up and that firecracker sexual energy. The way he looked even better when angry but never raising his voice or changing his polite tone.
Independent, educated, talented, proud, beautiful and sexy little Noah. "Fuck!" Alex muttered, "That special, Huh?" He repeated Des's statement.
"Fuck! Alex! You crazy stupid dumbass!" Alex chastised himself.
Alex set the car on gear and drove around the town thinking about how Noah was everything his hopeless romantic heart has been always looking for, but completely different from Enzo... his first love.
He had met Enzo while they were in the Baking and Pastry Program from Kendall College School of Culinary Arts. Enzo was pale, delicate skinned, brownish black hair, hazel brown eyes, thin and tall at 5' 10 with a heavily accented English and two years older to Alex. He was an introvert and kept to himself but a brilliant cook.
Alex, a single mother's child with a supportive elder sister, he was always surrounded with love and acceptance.
Yes! The three of them worked hard to reach where they were in life but it was full of laughter and happiness.
If Alex looked exceptionally handsome at 29, then he was drop dead gorgeous at 23. There was no way people wouldn't turn around and look at him, everyone but Enzo. Alex had a steady string of affairs and Enzo wasn't his type but still it miffed him to get ignored. Given everyone was not in for looks but Alex was also extremely friendly, funny and second in their batch... after Enzo, he wanted everyone to like him, especially Enzo.
"Hey! I am Alex... Alex Shields!" He took the initiative to engage with Enzo at the start of their second semester.
"I know you, Alex! I am Enzo... Vincenzo Costa!" Enzo gave Alex a dazzling lopsided toothy smile, his eyes crinkling, making him look adorable as hell.
That was the start of their deep personal friendship and open professional rivalry. They would try to one up each other in class and in internship programs but spend their free time together, talking, sharing, cooking and writing down new recipes.
Alex lived in his childhood home in Chicago, since his mother had moved to NJ with his stepdad and his sister was working in Dallas. Alex wanted to work in Dallas or NJ, to be close to family and then see where life took him.
Enzo stayed in the campus, his home and family was in Capraia, his laser focused dream to open a Gourmet Pastry Shop in Livorno.
In the night that changed everything, Alex was cleaning the kitchen after finishing the lamination process of folding and rolling butter into dough over and over again to create super-thin layers of the croissant sheets.
Enzo was cutting and rolling out the croissants, placing them in trays for the fermentation process.
Enzo couldn't take his eyes off Alex, his arm muscles dancing as he cleaned the steel surface, his face relaxed, the physical labour not stressful for him. Suddenly Alex started whistling, the unstructured sounds slowly forming into the tune of the song, I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas.
Enzo finished his task and rolled the stacks to the fermentation room.
When he came back, Alex was cleaning his section, his back to Enzo. His back muscles dancing under the white round neck shirt, he was humming the song.
For the first time in his life and after eight months of knowing Alex, Enzo was aroused by a man.
He didn't know how to process this completely alien feeling.
His being wanted to defy everything he believed to be right and he was taught he wanted, fight his years of upbringing, to touch Alex just once.
Against the world he knew and his own self, he wanted Alex, he wanted Alex to be his man... the thought bringing a wave of lust followed by shame, he felt bile rise to his throat and he started gagging, feeling choked.
Alex looked around when he heard Enzo coughing and went to him immediately. He tried holding him but Enzo pushed him with enough force to make him stumble back and ran out of the kitchen, leaving a bewildered and angry Alex behind.
Alex finished his tasks, took his and Enzo's jackets, gave everything one last inspection and closed the kitchen. He shut the door and entered the lock key on the number pad and started walking up the alley to his place. Just a few steps away, in the now empty and dark alley behind the restaurant, he spotted Enzo, standing there shivering in his thin white crew shirt and the apron still tied on.
"What the fuck is going on with you, Man?" Alex said angrily as he covered him with his coat, in response Enzo attacked his lips. Enzo pushed and explored Alex's mouth with his tongue. Alex grabbed Enzo by his hair and neck, pushing him on the wall, pressing their hard bodies tightly.
Enzo played with his tongue placing it below Alex's tongue, and started to move it around. He got bolder when Alex's tongue started reciprocating his actions. Enzo put both his arms around Alex's neck and kept one palm gently on the nape, running his fingers softly through the buzz cut at the base of his neck. He moved his arms around Alex's hard muscular torso and started rubbing his back gently, pulling him towards him and making him moan.
Finally moving his hands on his muscular glutes and pulling him on his hard dick. Alex broke the rough kiss and placed his forehead on Enzo's, panting, every other part of them still tightly pressed on each other.
"What's happening?" He asked a breathless Enzo. "Fuck me!" He replied and kissed Alex again, roughly, licking his mouth and sucked his tongue. He snaked his hand between them and rubbed it on his body till he reached his fly and palmed his huge hard dick. "Fuck me with all of this!" He demanded.
The parts on how they reached home, got naked and on the bed was a blur of walking, stopping, kissing, touching and stripping.
Alex took Enzo's uncircumcised penis in his mouth, the sensation of being able to move the foreskin with his pursed lips and the different textures and tightness of the foreskin compared to the head was new and sensational. He felt the surface area of the head against his tongue enlarge through the foreskin, as he moved his head downwards, exposing more of the bellend, and loved the rhythm and feel of having a foreskin against his palm as he moved it up and down, making Enzo moan loud enough for his orthodox family in Italy to know he was about to engage in sodomy with a black man.
Enzo held Alex's head and fucked his mouth by humping upwards as he slipped his tongue between the foreskin and the bellend when it was fully rolled and then took him to the root. He came grunting loudly, taking Alex's name and swearing in Italian.
He hugged Alex and hid in his muscular pecs, panting and sweating, "Alex! Why is this happening to me? Make it stop! Please!" Alex hugged him closer and kissed his head, "Let's stop! Let's take it slow! It's okay Enzo. We can just stay like this tonight." He hugged Enzo tightly. "I want to touch you... I want to taste you... I want you inside me! It's driving me crazy... I want to die!" Enzo sobbed in his arms, his words muffled and unclear, his accent more pronounced.
"Hey! We sleep it out tonight and see how we feel tomorrow, baby steps." He covered them with the blanket and kissed Enzo's wet cheeks, drawing his face closer to his chest and shutting his eyes.
Alex woke up to an empty bed and a deserted apartment. He didn't want to but felt bad and betrayed by Enzo. He knew he was being irrational but he still couldn't help moping around the apartment, getting ready for class.
Enzo didn't show up to class or work making Alex worry about him, 'I want to die!' his words came back to him. Alex checked with their friends who stayed in the dormitory with Enzo and made his way to his room after work.
After a couple of knocks, Enzo opened the door. He was wet, his hair dripping, clean shaven and manscaped. The boys stared at each other's eyes at the door, frozen. "I was worried about you!" Alex started explaining his uninvited visit, but was stopped by Enzo's lips on his.
They went off like fire and dynamite, instant, hot and explosive, kissing each other senseless. Alex closed the door and stared at Enzo, who had thrown the towel tied to his waist and was standing naked, his chest and face shaved clean. "I want you... I was getting ready to come to your place!" Enzo looked Alex in the eyes and smiled his lopsided toothy smile.
As was with the boys that evening and for many months to come after that, everything blurred to a mash of bodies, lips, teeth, dick, hole, sex and moans, whenever they were alone.