Page 234 of Seasons of Love
The water was freezing, but after the trek under the sun, it was so inviting I couldn't resist going for a swim. Vítor joined me, so we fooled around for a bit before we sat on a boulder in the sun with the packed lunch he'd prepared earlier.
After the cold spring water, the warmth of the sun felt glorious on my skin.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he said.
"You ran away, so I'm assuming you didn't have much money. How did you manage to go to university?"
Vítor turned to me from where he was sunbathing and leaned on his elbow.
"With some hard work and a lot of luck. I had some money because I'd been working for a while. That allowed me to travel to Porto and stay in a cheap motel. As soon as I got there, I looked for jobs, but there weren't many. I met Julia at the supermarket. She was in her eighties at the time. I helped her with her shopping and she asked me lots of questions about myself. By the time I'd walked her home, I had a job and a place to stay.
"Julia didn't have any children and had been widowed for a long time, so there was no one to help her with some of the repairs in her house. I helped her in exchange for a place to stay, and she still insisted on paying me a wage. She was a great woman. She insisted I go back to school and threatened to fire me if I didn't.
"She was there on the day of my graduation, and even after I moved out of her house and in with Dri, I still saw her a few times a week. She passed away when she was ninety."
I leaned in to kiss him. It was meant to be chaste to thank him for telling me about Julia, but he deepened the kiss. I had no choice but to straddle him, which gave me a slight height advantage I took full advantage of.
"I'm going to need another dip in the water to cool down," he said.
"Your own fault. I was going for an innocent kiss. You're the one that turned it into a porn scene."
He pulled me down so I was lying on top of him, our erections brushing deliciously under our shorts, and whispered in my ear, "If it wasn't for the chance of someone walking past, I'd give you the best porn scene ever."
"Fuuuck." I got up and threw myself in the water to cool down while he sat on the boulder laughing and teasing me by touching his hard cock over his shorts. I was in two minds about caring if anyone walked past and saw us.
By the time we arrived back at his place in Porto, my body was aching, but I hadn't felt this relaxed in years. Vítor also looked content, and on the drive back, we'd talked a lot about some of the work he'd done in Porto for LGBT charities and some of the buildings he'd designed. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day.
"Dinner is in the oven and will be ready in half an hour."
I'd been staring at the various plants, flowers, and trees in the garden, mesmerized by the color effect as the sun set. Vítor placed his hands on my neck and massaged gently. My hands instinctively went to his waist, and I let my forehead rest on his chest as he continued to massage down my back.
"Thanks for taking me to Gerês. I always wanted to go."
"You're welcome. It has been a while since I was there. I forgot how calming it was."
Time stopped as we stood still, staring at each other with the sun warming us through the glass panels. I wished I knew what was on his mind. There was so much I wanted to talk about, but I was so afraid of breaking the spell we were under.
"Dad?"
Vítor stepped back like he was electrocuted by the sound of the voice that came from the hallway. A guy that looked to be in his late twenties was staring at us, his face a mix of anger and confusion.
"Mateus."
Vítor started walking in the guy's direction, but he put his hands up to stop him.
The guy, Mateus, looked from me to Vítor, like he didn't know what to do.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Mateus, this is Tiago, he's my roommate in Lisbon. I had to come back for some paperwork and invited him to come along." Vítor's voice was unsure as he attempted to introduce me without giving too much away.
"Tiago, this is my son, Mateus." I stared back at Vítor. He had a son. A son who not only looked to be a couple of years younger than me but was also a split hair away from jumping to the right conclusion.
"What are you doing here?" Vítor finally asked when Mateus didn't react.
"I came back to pick up some of my stuff."
