Nano Chapter IX

After the break for the holidays, I’m continuing the series.

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I spent several hours wandering around, taking the chance to go for a run and do some sit-ups in the park. I had left without my wallet or phone, so at some point I’d have to go back. I had really fucked up. How the hell had I ended up touching Ricardo’s brother’s cock, even if it had been by mistake. I was incredibly ashamed of the whole situation. Then I kept thinking about what a bastard Ricardo was for fucking my ex with his brother while I was in the house. That had me stuck somewhere between pissed off and scared shitless. I was still coming to terms with what I was turning into, and I enjoyed it in private with Ricardo, but I wasn’t ready for any of this to get out beyond that. I didn’t care if Marcos knew, he had just as much or more to hide than I did, and I knew he wasn’t judging me. Just thinking that Miriam might have seen me or that Ramón might tell her left me breathless.

When I came into the apartment, Ricardo was making breakfast. I went over to him like a puppy that had misbehaved. He didn’t look at me and kept preparing things as if I weren’t there. I knew he was annoyed. I stood there looking at him from a couple of meters away without knowing what to say, waiting for him to tell me off.

• Aren’t you going to make coffee? – he said without looking at me.

The fact that he spoke to me calmed me down. His silences were much worse than his shouting. I got to it right away, fast as I could, knowing his mood changed the moment he had a cup of coffee I’d made for him. I looked at him, he was wearing only the white pants and his socks. He hadn’t showered, he smelled of sweat and sex. He kept slicing avocado and tomato, and putting cold cuts on a plate. He moved around me closely, almost brushing against me. I could tell he was calmer. He set out three plates, which made me tense up. I assumed the other two were for Miriam and Ramón.

I served him a cup of coffee and he sat down at the table, but without starting to eat. Ramón came out of the room stretching. His body was perfect, toned, less muscular than Ricardo’s but just as attractive. His pale skin was covered in freckles across the shoulders and his hair was a bright orange, shorter than his brother’s, more youthful. He had the face of a mischievous little bastard, without the innocence I sometimes saw in the serious face of his older brother. And his thick, powerful cock hanging heavily in front of my eyes, which I couldn’t help but follow as it swung. He sat down across from his brother. I understood that Ricardo was tense because of him, not because of me. I was waiting for Miriam to come out of the room, so tense I couldn’t move.

• Pour coffee for my brother and sit down. – he ordered me without taking his eyes off Ramón.

Those words were a huge relief. Miriam wasn’t there.