had fallen asleep before he'd gotten upstairs. Silvio leaned comfortably on both elbows with his feet swung over the side of the bed. It seemed like a bold gesture, one that was more than a little exciting. Arousal strained against an insecurity that was both hated and welcomed.

Unsure of what else to do, they sat watching TV from different parts of the room. Christoff in a chair at the foot of the bed where he could look down to see if his father decided to come up. He didn't want things to get uncomfortable without warning. Silvio looked neither excited nor disturbed about someone else being in the house.

"How long you lived here?" It was an obvious question, but it wasn't something Christoff wanted to get into. He'd already stretched the truth about the "roommate" and didn't want to get into how it was the house he'd grown up in.

"I'm going to get my own place soon" was all he wanted to say.

The loft had been furnished by his father who had basically gone and said I'll take the showroom, right down to the rugs, picture frames and art work. The loft was semi L shaped if you discarded the bath. It had a loveseat on the side sectioning off the bottom part of the L as a place for company.

"That your girl and kid?" Christoff smiled and nodded his head with a sense of pride at the photo.

"They moved up to Springfield so I don't really get to see him." Silvio took a shallow sip of the old man's brew and showed no emotion. The spell seemed to have broken. For the most part they were just two strangers in a room.

"What does your roommate do?"

"Nothing, really. He used to work for the phone company. When the lines broke, he was the guy that came out to fix them."

"Do you want to smoke? I got some stuff." He felt the need to change the conversation drastically. It was odd being in another man's bedroom finding out things that he didn't care to know. Switching topics seemed the most obvious decision. He couldn't in fact believe that this guy had a kid. "Cut through the shit. If we ain't here to fuck, we could at least get high!" The voice in his head was getting impatient.

"I have to warn you when I get loaded, I laugh, I like to fuck, and if I can't do that, eat. You got any food before I break this out?" He saw that Christoff laughed at his joke uncertain of the innuendo, responding that he hadn't had a chance to get groceries. They both laughed again, maybe about food, or just about the fucking? He removed rolling papers from a little leather pouch along with a box of matches. Before lighting anything he was gestured toward the bathroom and followed the suggestion. He watched with inspiration the slight sway of Chris's hips while adjusting his stiffening cock. The thought of it might have played to the forefront had it not been for the weed, and the fact that Silvio wanted desperately to take a piss.

"Don't look" he smiled, but the eyes in the room found him. It was massive and shined like a jewel. Silvio locked his gaze on Christoff who watched the stream of dark yellow liquid confront the toilet. There was an obvious hunger in the way they both