Tuarana's Sunday was lazy. He slept in. Or at least he tried to, but Ruby, his cat, wouldn't let him. She jumped up on the bed, narrowly missing his balls, and meowed loudly. She was hungry. Tui's eyes blinked open as reality intruded. "OK, alright," he sighed. He threw the covers off and padded to the kitchen, with Ruby meowing excitedly at his feet. He opened a tin of food and served breakfast. Ruby ate gratefully.
Tui stood motionless in his kitchen, desperately trying to recall the fragments of the dream he was having, but the harder he tried to remember, the more elusive the task became. He remembered the stud from São Paulo was in it somewhere, but he couldn't make the pieces fit back together. He was semi-erect when Ruby woke him up, but he wasn't sure why.
By now, his dream was almost completely gone. He looked out the window. It was a little cloudy outside. He wondered whether he should keep a notebook next to his bed so he could capture what he remembered of his dreams before they dissolved.
He thought back to last night. Last night was a little easier to recall. He remembered meeting up with Ignacio at the pub and, after a few beers and some frank confessionals from the Brazilian, they went back to his place and watched porn together. If his life depended on it, Tui wouldn't have been able to recall what porn they were watching. It was little more than a prelude to him giving Ignacio head.
As he stared out the window, he stretched his jaw, massaging his cheeks. The Brazilian's dick was massive. Throating it was hard work, but well worth the reward. He remembered how it felt when Ignacio twitched in his mouth and delivered its sweet payload of thick, creamy sperm onto his tongue.
Tui checked his phone. No messages. He got dressed, brushed his hair, and headed out for some fresh air.
Ruby curled up on the edge of the couch. She'd only been awake long enough to eat breakfast, but already, she was sleepy again.
*
Wednesday morning. Tuarana stood on the platform at Lewisham station, waiting for his city-bound train. He checked the time on his phone. He'd slept in a little this morning, and at this rate, he was likely to be late. The train pulled up, the doors opened, and he stepped inside. As usual, there was nowhere left to sit. The Sydney rail network was hopelessly under-resourced; or at least it was in this part of town. He reached up and grabbed a strap.
He glanced around, and as usual, people's eyes and ears were distracted from the reality they inhabited, seeking a few more quiet moments of mental solitude before they devoted the rest of their day to the pursuit of someone else's goals.
He saw a tall man with long brown hair. Fuck. There he was. Absolutely unmistakeable. He wasn't sure what to do. Last Saturday night, Tui sensed they'd parted with some kind of mutual goodwill, but he had no idea what the Brazilian thought or felt. He wanted to make eye contact, but at the same time, he didn't. He fished his phone out of his pocket and pretended to be fascinated with the weather forecast.
The train pulled up at Redfern station and a few people got off. Tuarana felt a presence invading his personal space. "Hey," said Ignacio.
Tui gulped nervously. "Hey," he responded, stunned by the masculine beauty standing before him.
"Remember me?" joked the Brazilian.
"Yeah." Fuck, how could he forget? Nervously, Tui pushed his shoulder-length blonde hair behind his ears.
"You headed to work?"
"Yeah," replied the tongue-tied Greenlander. He wished he had something more interesting to say. Their train tracked slowly towards Central.
"Where do you get off?"
"Huh?" asked Tui.
"Which station?"
"Wynyard," the Greenlander replied. He remembered Ignacio alighted at Town Hall. "One after you."
The train clattered into an underground tunnel, and the high-pitched screech of metal made it impossible to continue this stilted conversation. Seconds later, the carriage pulled up at Town Hall. "See ya," said the Brazilian.
Tui was so distracted, so lost in his own thoughts, that he missed his own stop. In a panic, he got off at Circular Quay, the station placed perfectly between the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. As he scooted down the escalator and began walking west, he knew without doubt he'd be late for work today.
*
Friday night, after work, Ignacio called his ex. He got her voicemail: 'hey, you've reached Jazz, I can't take your call right now, but if you leave a message, I'll ring you back. Mwah.' Beep.
This time, he'd mentally prepared a message to leave, just in case. "Hey Jazz, it's Iggy. How've you been? Hope you're well. I know it's over between us, but six years together feels too precious to flush down the toilet. I was hoping we could still be friends. Things still feel very uncertain for me right now, and well, I'm guessing they might be for you too, but I'd love it if we could meet up for coffee sometime. I'd like to explain some stuff to you, because I'm not sure I explained myself well enough the night we fought. Anyway, I..."
Beep. Fuck. Cut off. The Brazilian didn't feel the need to call back to finish his message, most of what he wanted to say was said.
He made another call.
Tuarana was eating dinner at home when his phone rang. He was surprised to see Ignacio's number pop up on his phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, dude. How's things?"
"Not bad. You?"
"Pretty chill, I guess." The Brazilian paused for a second. "You busy tonight?"
"Nah, not really," said the Greenlander. "Why?"
"Was wondering if you wanted to swing by and watch some porn with me."
Tui knew exactly what that suggestion implied. "Sure, sounds cool. When?"
The Brazilian was horny as fuck. "I'm good to go. Whenever you're ready."
Tui mentally calculated how long it'd take for him to finish dinner, tidy up, and walk down the road to Summer Hill. "Be there in twenty minutes?"
"Cool. Buzz at the intercom when you're here."
The call ended.
Tui wasn't sure how to feel. Part of him felt like a whore on demand, but another part of him was excited at the prospect of the Brazilian fucking his face again. He laced up his sneakers, put a cap on his head, and closed his front door behind him.
