He stood looking out the glass walls at the small backyard. Concrete walls surrounded the tiny space but for a large cutout at the side that let in the bright morning sunshine and gave a soft blue tint to the stone. Lionel could see greenery and remembered the lush surroundings of the place that he’d seen the previous evening when he’d stumbled onto the dark grounds with their owner.
The owner of this beautiful home was still asleep in the large master bedroom, and Lionel wondered whether he should stay or call an Uber. He wanted to stay but he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea.
They’d had fun at the bar, he and the slightly older man whose name was Marcello and whose green eyes had pierced through Lionel’s defences and shattered his resolve. His resolve to never engage in one-night-stands for the very reason he was now standing in this glorious space wondering what to do.
But he wouldn’t regret it. Wouldn’t regret taking Marcello’s hand and following him to the alleyway, wouldn’t regret letting Marcello kiss him, wouldn’t regret nodding and sighing yes when Marcello asked permission to reach into his jeans.
Definitely wouldn’t regret spending the night making out and then fucking in Marcello’s four poster bed.
The problem, and this was always the problem with Lionel’s one-night-stands, was he wanted more. It took alot for him to fall hard enough for a guy that he was comfortable becoming physically intimate. Usually it took more than one evening of flirting and penetrating looks, but sometimes it did not. And once he’d stripped himself of everything and opened up to another man, Lionel couldn’t help feeling bereft.
A sound behind him and a soft reflection of movement in the glass caused Lionel to startle and turn.
“Good morning,” Marcello said, blinking in the bright sunlight and giving Lionel the wide smile that had seduced him so easily. He was wearing only boxer briefs and Lionel couldn’t help that his gaze swept over the attractive man as if it might be the last time he could do so.
“Morning,” Lionel mumbled. “I, uh, I’ll make some coffee and then I guess, well, I guess I’ll go.”
Marcello yawned and shook his head. “I’ll make coffee, Lionel. You’re my guest.”
Lionel nodded, still not sure what the expectations were this morning. He hated not knowing what to do.
“Sit down. Relax,” Marcello said with a grin. “You must be tired.” he waggled his eyebrows, referencing how late they’d stayed awake, exploring each other and enjoying each other until the small morning hours.
Lionel felt the tightness in his chest loosen and he smiled in response to Marcello’s good humor. He sat in one of the soft chairs at the round breakfast table.
Marcello went about getting the coffee ready.
“Are you hungry, Lionel?” he asked.
Lionel cleared his throat. “I, uh, well, yeah.”
“Would you like to stay for breakfast?”
Lionel nodded, relieved. “Yes. Yes, I’d love to.”
Marcello batted his eyes and smiled again. “You know, I don’t do this very often,” he said softly.
Lionel felt a glimmer of hope in his chest. “Um, eat breakfast?”
Marcello laughed and shook his head. “No, I mean, I don’t drag home gorgeous men from bars.”
Lionel blushed. Gorgeous? Him? He let himself smile. “Really?”
Marcello nodded. “Really. I don’t usually go this far with someone I’ve just met.” He laughed then, shaking his head. “God, I sound like a high school girl. But it’s true.”
Lionel felt the tension drain from him and said, almost too quickly, “Me neither. Really, I don’t. I don’t know what came over me.” He realized what he’d said as soon as it had exited his mouth.
Marcello met his gaze and they both burst out laughing.
“Oh my God,” Lionel said, blushing furiously. “I’m such an idiot.”
Marcello shook his head again, placing the carafe on the burner and pressing the start button. “You’re not an idiot,” he said softly, eyes shyly glancing at Lionel’s and darting away as if he were nervous. But how could he be? Lionel was the nervous one.
“Stay for breakfast,” Marcello said quickly. He bravely met Lionel’s surprised gaze head on and held it. “Stay for lunch…”
Lionel felt the smile spread across his face this time, and he nodded. “Okay.”
The relieved and happy smile that spread over Marcello’s face then washed away all the doubt from Lionel’s mind. This was more than a one-night-stand. It had to be.