“Nope. I just like to give Dad shit about changing his. He says it was because back when he was starting in business, Roberto implied Italian immigrant and he was actually born here, so he dropped the O so he could have more opportunities open to him.”
“Yet, he gave you a very Italian name.”
“And my brother Marco too. He says times are different now or whatever, but I think he only gave us Italian names to keep Nonna happy. She’s a scary lady. It’s funny, when my parents told me it was okay if I was gay, they asked me just to not ever tell her. If I end up with a guy, I guess he’ll be my ‘roommate’ until she dies.”
Tyson trips over his feet, but I’m quick to save him from face-planting on the concrete.
“You okay?” I ask.
“You told your parents what happened between us?”
My eyes widen. “Wait, no. Ugh, out of context that would be taken weird. Basically, when all the guys on the CU team came out one after the other, they sat me down for a very embarrassing talk.”
“I guess it’s cool that they were forward with talking to you about it? I had so much angst over coming out to my parents, and they were basically ‘We know’ when I finally did. I understand that everyone needs to come out in their own time, but hey, if you suspect your child is queer, maybe give them a heads-up you’d be okay with it so we’re not all inner turmoil-y and emotional and shit.”
“True. I am lucky like that.”
“Okay, can I ask you something? This is in no way pressuring you to label anything or implying that you want more than another wild experiment with me, but have you worked out where you sit with all the … umm, like blowjob stuff?”
Damn, he’s cute. Why do I find that cute?
“If I learned anything in college, it was to stop assuming how anyone identifies, even myself. I thought you and I would be a fun college experiment. I didn’t think I’d want to do it again. But I do. I really do. And I don’t know what that makes me other than interested in more of you.”
“Good answer,” he murmurs.
I link my fingers with his, and we walk the rest of the way hand in hand.
Chapter 7
TYSON
As soon as I close the garage door behind us, Rossi turns and backs me up into the wall. Feeling like prey, I go willingly, a smile slowly working over my lips as that gorgeous man advances on me.
“Is there something you want, Gian?”
He cups my face. “Can I kiss you?”
“Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” I hold his shoulders and push up onto my toes until we’re a breath apart. “Kiss me like you own me.”
He closes the distance between us, warm mouth clashing with mine. His hand finds the small of my back, pressing me tight against his hard body, and I whimper as Rossi’s other hand cradles the back of my head. The force of his kiss pushes me back until the only thing keeping me upright is him and the wall I’m flattened against.
His lips are soft, and he tastes like breath mints, and despite what I said, he takes his time, lips lazily working against my mouth. The fingers in my hair tighten as he licks inside. His tongue brushes over mine, and it sends sweeping flutters all up and down my body.
I moan, head fuzzy, unable to believe this is happening right now. His muscles flex under my hands, his skin radiating warmth through the clothes that I want to strip him out of. If what I can feel is any indicator, he’d look fucking beautiful naked.
I meet each pass of his tongue, swallowing the little noises that are coming from him, like I might die if I don’t. My cock gives a needy throb against his thigh, and all it would take is a small shift to the side to see if he’s hard too, but I resist.
Twisting my hand around his tie, I pull back a little.
His eyes blink open, all hooded and lust drunk. He has the kind of dark eyelashes I’m envious of, that make his brown eyes look sexy and warm.
“I’m about a second away from dropping to my knees for you, and fair warning, if I get this gorgeous body naked, I won’t be letting you put on clothes anytime soon.”
Rossi shivers. “Struggling to see the problem.”
“Let me put it this way, if we get dinner first, see your friends, then when we get back here …” I tug his lip between my teeth. “We’ll have the whole weekend.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re pretty and also really, really smart?”
“I tell myself all the time, but it’s nice to be validated.”