I had been hungry for Zane, and the man made sure to feed me. He gave me everything my body had been crying out for. His cock inside of me, thrusting into me, filling me; it was all I ever wanted in my life. He could have stayed inside me for the rest of time.

But no, I wanted his come; I wanted to taste it. And I got exactly what I wished for. I jerked myself off as Zane blew all over my face, covering me in his seed. I was positive I could have passed for a glazed donut when he was done. I could feel it dripping down my forehead, falling off my nose, down my chin. I looked up and smiled, continuing to jerk myself off. Pure ecstasy coursed through my veins as I wiped away some of the come and brought my sticky fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean before Zane pulled me up and devoured me with a kiss.

My cock was still rock solid. I felt ready to blow, and Zane knew exactly what to do to make me explode. He guided me back so that I was the one lying down. I could still taste him on my lips as I watched him kneeling between my open legs. He spit into his palm and brought his wet hand down onto my cock, tugging it toward him and stroking. I closed my eyes, my toes curling. My fingers tried to find some kind of hold on the couch. Zane’s other hand grabbed my balls, massaging them, before he slipped his fingers between my ass. He rubbed at the sensitive flesh between my ass and my balls. He pushed at the area, making my cock throb and leak in his grip.

“That’s it, Zane. Like that. Finger me, bello.” I lifted my ass off the couch, giving him even more access. I was already open and ready; I needed him inside me one way or another.

Zane seemed more than happy to oblige. He brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked, getting them soaking wet before he brought them back down to my crack, pressing in on my hole. I gasped as the pads of his fingers rubbed, the tips pushing in, my ass pushing down on him to take more of his fingers inside of me. I could feel him curl his fingers and massage on my P-spot. My eyes rolled back. I tried to express how incredibly good I was feeling, but all I could do was string together a few unintelligible Italian words. Zane had me speaking in tongues.

“You like that?” he asked, sticking his fingers in even deeper, starting to fuck me with them while his other hand formed a tight fist around my leaking cock.

“Yes, bello,” I said, feeling my body tighten, every muscle getting ready for the impending release. “More—yes, there—oh fuck.” I couldn’t take it. “I’m going to—arghgh!”

My entire body spasmed as my cock erupted. My legs stretched out, my head fell backward, and my fingers dug into the couch. Zane, his fingers still deep inside, must have felt every orgasmic wave rock through me as my hole tightened around him.

It was phenomenal. I had never come so hard in my fucking life.

“Holy shit,” I said, breathless, gasping as Zane pulled himself out. We both took a second to take stock of the situation before we broke down into laughs, our bodies drunk on the bliss.

“That was—”

“—perfetto,” I said. I was still a little breathless as Zane got up off the couch. He looked so damn good, standing there naked and lightly glistening in sweat, his chest still flushed pink.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I said, Zane helping me up from the couch. I was a dripping, comey mess, and I definitely needed a shower. “Then I know the perfect way we can spend the rest of the night.”

“I’ve got a few ideas on how we can spend the rest of the night, too.”

“Oh really? I’ll have to hear about them in the shower.”

“I’ll describe them in great detail.”

We laughed and joked as we went to the shower, every step feeling as if it were onto a nice buoyant, cotton-candy cloud. It was something I’d never really experienced before, this complete and total lightness. The sky could have been falling outside and it wouldn’t have fazed how good I felt from being with Zane.

To my surprise, there were stars that were powering past the light pollution and dotting the dark night sky. It helped that there wasn’t a cloud in sight, giving us a clear view of the endless expanse. It was like looking down into an ocean, except this one was somehow hanging above us, an endless trove of mysteries hidden within its depths.

I had to close my eyes and stop thinking about it. It was starting to freak me out.

“This is such an incredible space,” Zane said, his body cuddling in closer to mine. We were lying down on the wide lounge bed on my private rooftop lounge, its red memory foam cushion shaping to our naked forms. It was still cold out, but the nearby space heaters provided more than enough coverage from the chilly night air. “How do you not spend all day up here?”

“I sometimes do,” I confessed, thinking back to the few days I’d spent relaxing on the rooftop. It was really more like a Zen garden. I had soil brought up and an irrigation system installed so that I could grow a colorful garden around the borders and stone pathway that led to the lounge bed and a table with four chairs surrounding it. There was a Japanese rock garden to the left of us, with tranquil swirls and perfect circles formed using the light gray stones. A koi pond gurgled nearby as water fell down from a rock formation. Overall, it was exactly the space I needed whenever I had a really difficult day in the courtroom and had to get away from it all. Normally, it was a very relaxing experience. Tonight, though, it was a magical one. My body still felt like it was floating on cloud nine with Zane by my side. I could feel him against me, his warmth, his breaths, his dick. Our feet were knotted together at the ankles, gently playing with each other.

“You know, I’m going to be honest,” Zane said, rolling onto his back and staring up at the night sky. “I never pegged you for the Zen type. I always assumed you’d be into the work hard, party harder kind of life.”

“Oh no,” I said. “Maybe during university, but the partying’s died down. Cazzo, I haven’t actually gone dancing in years, I don’t think.”

“Really?” Zane sounded surprised. “Are you a good dancer?”

“Pfft,” I said, throwing a hand in the air. “Am I a good dancer? Of course I’m a good dancer.” I puffed my chest, smiling and rolling onto my side now so that I could fit my chin against Zane’s shoulder and smell his addictive scent. I threw an arm over his chest and a leg over his. “I can twerk like the best of them.” I gave a few playful shakes of my ass.

“I don’t believe it,” Zane said.

I rolled off him, my smile competing with my offended gaze. “Wow. That hurts.”

“Prove it to me, then.” He was grinning. “Go, twerk for me.” He propped himself up on the bed and motioned to the open space. I nodded my head and clapped my hands. I got up and grabbed my phone off the table, unlocking it and connecting it to the sound system. I pulled up my music app and went through my recently played songs. There was a mix of Italian and American, but there was one that I figured would be the best to twerk to.

I hit Play on Cardi B’s latest hit and let the song start, turning to Zane while the Bronx-born rapper went in on the beat.

“Ready?” I asked, cupping my dick and balls in my hands, shaking my hips, and sticking my tongue out. Zane never failed to bring out my playful side.

I turned right when the rapper started talking about her red bottoms. The pressure was on. The time had come. Twerk time.

I dropped into a squat position, finding my balance. “This view is already five stars,” I heard from behind me. My hands went on my thighs, pushing down as I started to bounce my ass, twerking like a damn pro.

“Yes, Enzo, get it.” I could hear Zane clapping over the song. I’d never thought that I’d be twerking naked in the middle of my Zen garden, but those were the kind of things that happened when Zane was around.

I made it clap for him, busting it down and twerking, turning around and moving my hips, holding myself in my hands so that I could be somewhat of a tease. Zane was grinning, clapping, and whistling as the song faded to an end.

“Wow,” he said, nodding as I crawled onto the bed and back to his side. This time, both of us were sitting up on the bed’s slightly curved headboard, pillows propped behind us for some support. “That was better than in some of the music videos I’ve seen.” He was grinning from ear to ear. “Also helps that I got the most perfect seat in the house.”

“Told you I could twerk.” I arched a brow. “Cazzo. You didn’t believe me.”

“I did, trust me. I saw the twerking potential in you. That bubble butt of yours is made to clap.”

“Bene. Now it’s your turn.” I motioned toward the impromptu dance floor.

“Oh, no.” Zane shook his head. “I don’t twerk. I can barely dance the Macarena.”

“Well then, try. I want to see you.”

“Twerking?”

“No, do the Macarena. Get up and do it. I want a show.”

Zane laughed and scooched off the bed. I watched him, admired him as he stood in front of me, bathed in the warm soft light from the nearby lanterns. His muscles rippled when he moved. He had a muscular chest and wide stance. Heavy balls hung between those thick thighs. Zane was the epitome of man. He stood there, confident as all hell, on the top of a building in the middle of New York, dancing the Macarena naked for me, his laughing, mesmerized lover. He put one hand out. Then another. Behind his head. On his hips. Crossed them over.

“Jump, jump,” I said, clapping. He gave his hips a shake and jumped, repeating the dance another time. It seemed like Zane was making sure he shook his junk a little more than he needed to.

When he had finished his dance routine, Zane climbed back onto the bed, laughing as he sat next to me. “That was great!” I said. “See, never say you can’t do anything.”

“Thank you, Enzo. You’re an inspiration. Like… a guiding star.” He was being overly dramatic now, putting on a Valley girl accent. “A beacon of hope inside of a thunderous storm. You help me see that I really am worth it. You’re the pumpkin spice latte to my autumn.” He bundled my hands to his chest and batted his eyelashes the same way I had done earlier.

I cracked up at his impression. “I’m glad to help you in any way I can,” I said, playing along. We chuckled and kissed, our lips feeling so familiar now. I had a flash to the day I first met Zane, a man I wanted to devour from head to toe, but a man who seemed so far, so closed off, I didn’t think this moment would have ever been a possibility.

We continued joking around with each other, lazily kissing the other, our feet casually rubbing every now and then. It was perfetto.

When the jokes and laughs simmered down, space for more serious conversation started developing. We began discussing our childhoods again. I told him a couple of different stories, starting with the time I helped save my mamma’s big family dinner by cooking a killer lasagna (“When he was only ten years old!” Mamma would surely shout). I told him about my pa’s love for bikes and how I never really acquired the fascination but still tried hard to understand it, even fixing one up with him when I was in high school. I told him about all the times my parents took me to Central Park, making it one of my absolute favorite places to be in New York.

“So that’s the vibe I’m getting from the rooftop garden. It’s like you tried to recreate Central Park up here.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I agreed, not having thought of that before.

“And at least you tried learning how to fix bikes with your dad, that’s what counts,” Zane said, smiling up at the night sky.

“I guess. I almost severed a finger with one of the parts, but eh, nothing bad happened.”

Zane laughed at that. “It sounds like you had a great childhood and you came out with all your fingers intact, so all in all, I think that’s a win.”

“I think so, too.” I leaned over so I could kiss Zane’s cheek. I couldn’t get enough of my skin on his. The night was full of random kisses from the both of us. Each one made my heart feel that much lighter. I expected it to float out of my mouth any second now.

“Things were a little different for me growing up,” Zane said. I could tell he was pulling back another layer. He was letting me in, allowing me to see a part of him that only a select few ever saw. He swallowed. “I didn’t really cook much, and most of my foster families didn’t show much interest in giving me hobbies like bikes or cars. Two of them tried, but that was during one of my rougher moments… I had actually stopped speaking for a couple of years. Didn’t say a word to anyone.”

“Whoa,” I said, my hand coming to rest on his chest, feeling the heartbeat underneath.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Yeah, when the system separated Andrei and I… I sort of shut down. I still went to school and did my work, but I never spoke.”

“So what happened?” I asked. “Was it being reunited with Andrei that got you talking again?”

“No.” Zane shook his head. “It’s crazy. I can remember that time in my life like it was yesterday. I had been so young back then, and yet I felt so old at the same time. I remembered thinking, ‘Well, the world doesn’t care what I have to say about my brother, why say anything else?’ It was an experience that would instantly age anyone. It aged me quick.”

I exhaled a deep breath, as though that would help take off some of the weight settling on my chest. I felt so bad Zane ever felt like he wasn’t being heard. He must have shouted to the rooftops about how badly he wanted to stay with his brother, and still, they had split them up. It was tough to think about. Especially because my childhood had been on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. I almost felt guilty, like I shouldn’t have had it all, like I should have given some of my blessing to Zane.

Clearly, that was absolutely fucking impossible, but still, I felt bad.

“It wasn’t Andrei who got me talking, though. It was Steven, a boy in my class.”

“A boy, huh?”

“Yup.” Zane was smiling. I nuzzled closer into him. “He was a gangly thing who was obsessed with Transformers, which I was also secretly obsessed with, too. He always wore cool shirts and had the best haircut. I was into him, even though I barely understood it back then. He pulled me aside one day during lunch and just started talking to me. It didn’t matter that I didn’t say anything back, he was just talking. Two weeks later and we were having full-blown conversations about Optimus Prime, Decepticons, and whatever else we found interesting at the time.” He took a deep breath next to me. I could almost feel his lungs fill with air. He let it out. “Then I was moved to another family. Never talked to Steven after that. But I was reunited with Andrei, and we were never separated again.”

“So Steven was your first ever love, huh?” I asked, poking Zane in the rib. “Is that when you knew you were gay?”

“I had an idea before Steven. Since I was like seven, I think I realized something was up. But Steven was the confirmation. It took a lot more for me to actually accept it, though.”

I leaned in and kissed Zane, unable to keep from showing him how much I cared for him. Loved him. This man managed to heal my trust and fill me with love, two things I never thought would happen again after Ryan had left me in such a dark place.

I kissed him again, sitting up so that I could look him straight in the eyes when we parted.

“Ti amo,” I said.

“Ti amo,” Zane repeated with a heart-melting smile.

Italian sounded good on him.

It looked good on him, too.