handed a soft, white towel.
Hugo was feeling nervous, a little uncomfortable, with the continued silence as he finished drying off before heading back toward the bedroom.
“So,” Hugo started, not entirely sure where he was going with his words. “Do you still drive the blue Saturn?” he asked with a pained smile, knowing full well a man living in the wealthy suburb of Edina and owning a lake house wouldn’t still be driving the car he had back in high school, but at least his question broke the deafening quiet.
Kevin laughed and shook his head. “Nah. But the keys practically had to be pried out of my hands. I loved that car.”
“What do you drive now?”
“Right now I’m driving a blue Lexus RX.”
“Still blue, but no Jaguar or Maserati?”
“Uhm,” Kevin’s brows drew together, “no. Something a bit more practical, I guess. A crossover utility vehicle is more my speed now than a two-door sport coupe.”
“Well, it’s a step up from the Saturn,” Hugo teased with a bump of his elbow to Kevin’s arm as he passed to head back to the bedroom.
Hugo reached for his underwear, finding them draped over a pair of Kevin’s shoes.
“Hey. I thought you were gonna stay,” Kevin said with disappointment in his voice.
Hugo looked up and asked, “And that means I have to be naked if I stay?”
“Preferably. Come on. Climb into bed with me and tell me about your life. All we’ve done is talk about me. I want to know about what’s been going on with you.”
Hugo slid naked in between the cool sheets and took a few minutes to adjust the pillows behind his head. Trying to get comfortable in someone else’s bed had never been easy for him, but it wasn’t as if the bed at Summer’s cabin was more familiar. He pulled the summer-weight down comforter up, wondering if that was wise in the July heat, and then kicked the dark fabric off one leg and exposed it to the air-conditioned room instead.
“Comfortable?” Kevin chided.
“Getting there. You remember how I am. I still can’t sleep well at other people’s places. Do you remember that?”
“Yeah,” Kevin answered with a smile in his voice. “Isn’t that how you got me to jerk you off the first time?”
“Seriously? You’re going to bring that up now?” Hugo looked over at the gleeful look on Kevin’s face and shook his head. He knew Kevin was just trying to get a rise out of him. “And from what I recall, you were the initiator. Besides, what happened to wondering about my life and who Hugo Thorson is today?”
Kevin moved closer, pressing a palm against Hugo’s stomach. Hugo flinched at the sensation but knew Kevin wouldn’t tickle him on purpose. Instead, Kevin took up a slow rhythm as he threaded his fingers through the line of hair in the center of Hugo’s stomach, tracing it higher until he got to Hugo’s chest. Kevin thumbed across Hugo’s nipples, which instantly responded to the touch, pebbling into tight little nubs. He just kept himself from moaning at the sensation.
“Tell me who Hugo Thorson is today?” he soothed, nuzzling into Hugo’s shoulder and kissing his chest.
“I’m a jack-of-all-trades, but mostly I’m a theater director.” Hugo looked to Kevin’s face to get a reaction. That was the career Hugo had always wanted, but Kevin, at one point their senior year, had tried to encourage him to consider something more stable or lucrative. Hugo had known all along those were just the parroted words of Kevin’s father, not Kevin’s true thoughts.
“I never wanted a job that made a ton of money, but I always wanted a job that would allow me to create something amazing from nothing. That’s pretty much what I get to do. From imagination to performance. From sets to costumes. From helping people who can barely read a script out loud during the first read-through to bringing characters to life. And I do get paid to do it.”
“Well, you’re certainly passionate about it. I don’t think my face has ever lit
Hugo was feeling nervous, a little uncomfortable, with the continued silence as he finished drying off before heading back toward the bedroom.
“So,” Hugo started, not entirely sure where he was going with his words. “Do you still drive the blue Saturn?” he asked with a pained smile, knowing full well a man living in the wealthy suburb of Edina and owning a lake house wouldn’t still be driving the car he had back in high school, but at least his question broke the deafening quiet.
Kevin laughed and shook his head. “Nah. But the keys practically had to be pried out of my hands. I loved that car.”
“What do you drive now?”
“Right now I’m driving a blue Lexus RX.”
“Still blue, but no Jaguar or Maserati?”
“Uhm,” Kevin’s brows drew together, “no. Something a bit more practical, I guess. A crossover utility vehicle is more my speed now than a two-door sport coupe.”
“Well, it’s a step up from the Saturn,” Hugo teased with a bump of his elbow to Kevin’s arm as he passed to head back to the bedroom.
Hugo reached for his underwear, finding them draped over a pair of Kevin’s shoes.
“Hey. I thought you were gonna stay,” Kevin said with disappointment in his voice.
Hugo looked up and asked, “And that means I have to be naked if I stay?”
“Preferably. Come on. Climb into bed with me and tell me about your life. All we’ve done is talk about me. I want to know about what’s been going on with you.”
Hugo slid naked in between the cool sheets and took a few minutes to adjust the pillows behind his head. Trying to get comfortable in someone else’s bed had never been easy for him, but it wasn’t as if the bed at Summer’s cabin was more familiar. He pulled the summer-weight down comforter up, wondering if that was wise in the July heat, and then kicked the dark fabric off one leg and exposed it to the air-conditioned room instead.
“Comfortable?” Kevin chided.
“Getting there. You remember how I am. I still can’t sleep well at other people’s places. Do you remember that?”
“Yeah,” Kevin answered with a smile in his voice. “Isn’t that how you got me to jerk you off the first time?”
“Seriously? You’re going to bring that up now?” Hugo looked over at the gleeful look on Kevin’s face and shook his head. He knew Kevin was just trying to get a rise out of him. “And from what I recall, you were the initiator. Besides, what happened to wondering about my life and who Hugo Thorson is today?”
Kevin moved closer, pressing a palm against Hugo’s stomach. Hugo flinched at the sensation but knew Kevin wouldn’t tickle him on purpose. Instead, Kevin took up a slow rhythm as he threaded his fingers through the line of hair in the center of Hugo’s stomach, tracing it higher until he got to Hugo’s chest. Kevin thumbed across Hugo’s nipples, which instantly responded to the touch, pebbling into tight little nubs. He just kept himself from moaning at the sensation.
“Tell me who Hugo Thorson is today?” he soothed, nuzzling into Hugo’s shoulder and kissing his chest.
“I’m a jack-of-all-trades, but mostly I’m a theater director.” Hugo looked to Kevin’s face to get a reaction. That was the career Hugo had always wanted, but Kevin, at one point their senior year, had tried to encourage him to consider something more stable or lucrative. Hugo had known all along those were just the parroted words of Kevin’s father, not Kevin’s true thoughts.
“I never wanted a job that made a ton of money, but I always wanted a job that would allow me to create something amazing from nothing. That’s pretty much what I get to do. From imagination to performance. From sets to costumes. From helping people who can barely read a script out loud during the first read-through to bringing characters to life. And I do get paid to do it.”
“Well, you’re certainly passionate about it. I don’t think my face has ever lit
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