For The Love Of Talent

Anthony slumped back against the plush velvet sofa. He had planned to finish preparing his lessons, but he was lacking the motivation. 

Across from him, Asa sat in his armchair. He had started reading, but he’d set his book aside long ago and was now staring blankly into space. 

Suddenly, wanting to break out of the lethargy that had engulfed them both, Anthony sat up and asked, "Want to play a game of chess?"

Asa looked at him and shook his head. 

"No, I want to play a game where I have a chance to win."

Anthony couldn’t help but let a small, smug smile spread across his lips. Some time ago, he’d found an old chess set among his clutter-hoarding lover’s accumulated things and challenged him to a game. It turned out that Asa had bought it more for its decorative value than for his love of the game. He knew the basics, but Anthony had been playing for a very long time; his mother being an avid player. So he understood his lover’s reaction. 

He replied with a chuckle, "Be my guest."

Asa stood up and walked over to a small chest of drawers in the corner of the room. Intrigued, Anthony watched him rummage through the drawer for a moment.

"Found it!" Asa stood up straight, turned around, and showed off his find with a triumphant air.

He walked back to Anthony and placed a checkers set on the coffee table.

Anthony glanced at the board, then looked up at Asa. His expression was a mix of amusement and mild skepticism. 

"A checkers set?" Seriously, Asa?"

Asa crossed his arms stubbornly and retorted, "We're going to play checkers. If the game isn't challenging enough for you, then we're not playing."

Anthony laughed, leaned forward, and gestured toward the coffee table with a sweeping, theatrical motion. 

"Go ahead, my angel. I wouldn't want to stop you from winning. Go on; let us have fun."

Asa hummed with satisfaction, pulled the armchair closer to the coffee table, and sat down across from Anthony. He began arranging the pieces with meticulous precision, causing Anthony to raise an eyebrow. Maybe this won't be so easy after all.

The first few minutes were lighthearted, punctuated by the soft clatter of pawns moving across the board. Anthony played with a relaxed, almost distracted ease. He was convinced that he could steer the game toward a stalemate or an honorable defeat, which would flatter Asa’s ego. But little by little the atmosphere changed, and Anthony realized that the game was far from won either way.

Unlike during their previous chess match, Asa was perfectly at ease and confident. He was methodical and patient and watched the board with piercing eyes.

With his fingers hovering hesitantly over a red pawn, Anthony murmured, "This isn't your first game."

Asa replied with a hint of smugness, "I've probably been playing this game as long as you've been playing chess with your mom."

Anthony moved a pawn, feeling a sudden, intense rush of adrenaline. He watched Asa maneuver a black pawn diagonally with absolute confidence, slipping through his defensive line with remarkable ease. When the pawn reached the edge of Anthony’s side and touched the pawn twice, crowning it with a second pawn to symbolize its third king, Anthony felt his breath catch.

"Even in a game of checkers, you manage to surprise me again." 

Anthony couldn’t hide the wonder in his voice. 

With no other choice, he moved his last available pawn and watched Asa’s face as he considered his next move. A slow, radiant smile spread across Asa’s lips—the same smile that had made Anthony’s knees go weak six months ago when he accepted his invitation to dinner. He knew then that the game was over.

In three quick, ruthless moves, Asa swept the board, capturing Anthony’s last pawn.

"Checkmate," Asa murmured, even though the term didn't apply to checkers. 

Anthony shook his head with a smile and said, "I have to say, I’m blown away."

Asa tried not to let his satisfaction show, but he didn't quite succeed. Anthony couldn't bring himself to hold it against him, though. He was also perfectly capable of recognizing talent when he saw it. 

And then, there was something incredibly endearing, even alluring, about the look on his lover’s face. 

The gloomy atmosphere that had hung over them before their game had vanished completely, and Anthony no longer wanted to play, or rather, he wanted to play something entirely different.

He stood up in one fluid motion, walked around the coffee table, and, before Asa could pick up a piece to start the next round, he was there. He leaned over Asa for a moment, noting the surprise in his eyes, and then simply sat down on his lap.

Asa let out a small, surprised laugh and instinctively rested his hands on Anthony’s waist to hold him back. Anthony wrapped his arms around Asa’s neck, his fingers digging into the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

"What's gotten into you, my dear? Need some comfort after losing the game?"

In a slightly hoarse voice, Anthony replied, "I can’t help it. You’re absolutely irresistible when you win."

He leaned in and trailed light kisses along his lover’s jawline. When he reached his lips, he whispered, "I like you so much that I've decided never to win again."

Asa’s laughter caught in his throat. He tightened his grip on Anthony’s waist and pulled him close until there was no space between them. 

Asa whispered playfully, "So the winner is..."

But he couldn’t finish his sentence because Anthony leaned in, and their lips met in a slow kiss, despite the palpable energy bubbling within them. Asa’s hands clung tightly to Anthony’s hips as the kiss intensified.

Anthony’s fingers dug further into the nape of Asa’s neck, holding him back as if he couldn’t bring himself to let go. Asa’s hands roamed over his lover’s back.

When they finally pulled apart, they were breathing heavily, their foreheads almost touching. A heavy silence settled in.

Anthony let out a shaky sigh. A smile played at the corners of his lips, and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Want a rematch?"

Asa, his eyes half-closed, still savoring the taste of his lover on his lips, laughed softly. He placed a tender, lingering kiss on the corner of Anthony’s mouth before replying, "I’m afraid your kiss has rendered my brain incapable of thinking, Anthony. I can't think straight enough to make a move on this chessboard."

Anthony leaned back against Asa, resting his head on his shoulder. He felt Asa’s hand slide up his back and into his hair. He let out a sigh of contentment.

"Then let’s just stay like this."

Asa hummed, and they stayed that way, entwined on the large armchair. They listened to the rain pounding against the windows and silently agreed that this afternoon, which had begun under gloomy circumstances, was ending in a thoroughly satisfying way.

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Asa didn’t recognize Anthony’s voice as he spoke those words in a monotone. Then he continued, "I thought you'd be entertaining. But actually, you’re just boring."

Seeing his beloved's face wear a mask of coldness and detachment while he spoke those cutting words broke Asa’s heart.

He wanted to reason with him, to beg him.

"Anthony, don’t say that! Don’t leave!"

But the words got stuck in his throat as Anthony walked away without looking back.

Asa woke with a start, gasping for breath as his heart pounded.

He blinked rapidly to adjust to the dawn light filtering through the bedroom curtains.

His heart leapt in his chest.

The spot in the bed next to him was empty.

He rolled onto his side and brushed the spot where Anthony usually slept with his hand, but the sheets were cool and untouched. Staring at the empty space, his usual insecurities rose to the surface, and the memory of his nightmare clung to him.

He called softly, "Anthony?"

He strained his ears and heard the clatter of dishes, the beep of the kettle, and a voice humming. Little by little, his nightmare and its remnants faded away as he heard footsteps approaching. Finally, the door opened quietly, revealing Anthony.

It was a dreamy sight: his hair tousled, loose sweatpants slung low on his hips, and an old, baggy, faded T-shirt.

He was carrying a tray loaded with two steaming mugs of coffee, the aroma of which was already wafting toward Asa. On the tray was a plate piled high with pancakes and other things Asa couldn’t see from where he was sitting.

"Oh shoot, you're already awake! I was hoping to surprise you! How long have you been awake?"

He set the tray on Asa’s lap, and Asa looked in amazement at the thoughtfully prepared breakfast spread, which included all his favorite foods.

He shook his head and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Not for very long."

Looking up at Anthony, his gaze lingering on his lover’s face, Asa asked, "All this for me? What’s the occasion?"

A shy, wry smile spread across Anthony’s face. Then, his lover leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"It's actually for us. Because today..."

Asa gasped when he realized the date and finished Anthony’s sentence: "We've been together for six months."

The thoughtfulness of the gesture was the last straw in the whirlwind of emotions swirling through Asa. A tear rolled down his cheek before he could stop it.

Anthony’s joyful expression immediately turned to concern. He took the tray and set it gently on the floor. Then he climbed onto the bed.

Kneeling beside Asa, he wiped the wet track on his lover’s cheek with his thumb and asked softly, "Hey, hey, what’s wrong, my angel?"

He brushed his lover’s hair back, cupped his cheek, and added, "Talk to me, please."

Asa leaned his cheek against Anthony’s hand and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I just had a nightmare, the kind that feels real, you know. Sometimes in nightmares, you know it’s a certain person, even though they don’t physically look like that person. But this one felt very real. You were telling me that I was boring and that you were leaving me. I know that’s not true. I know it. But the contrast between that nightmare and your current kindness made me a little emotional. Sorry for ruining the moment."

Anthony shook his head and replied, "Don't be sorry. You haven't ruined anything. You feel what you feel, and you’re sharing it with me."

He traced Asa’s lips with his thumb and continued, "But even if it's a nightmare, let me reassure you. Look me straight in the eyes, listen to what I’m saying, and believe it. You’re the least boring person I’ve ever met. The things you do, the way you think, the way you move... I get thrilled every time I know I’m going to see you..."

He pressed a kiss to Asa’s forehead and nose before brushing his lips against Asa's. Then he continued, "These past six months with you have been more exhilarating than all the years before I met you. I’m not about to turn my back on you and walk away...ever."

Asa let out a trembling, relieved laugh and grabbed Anthony’s hand, which was still on his cheek. He brought it to his lips, pressing a long kiss into his palm. Then he said softly, "Thank you for always telling me what I need to hear. These last six months have also been the happiest of my life. I’m glad you found the courage to step through the door of the bookshop and meet me."

Anthony leaned forward and captured his lover’s lips in a kiss that was gentle and reassuring at first, but which quickly deepened. He pressed his lips against Asa’s tenderly and determinedly, as if to persuade him, while his tongue traced the edge of Asa’s lips, inviting a more intimate dance. Asa’s hands slipped into Anthony’s hair, pulling him closer and the kiss lingered until a rumbling sound forced them apart.

Asa blushed, put his hand to his stomach, and Anthony burst out laughing.

"Boring? Absolutely not, my angel."

He jumped out of bed, picked up the tray from the floor, and placed it on his lover’s lap. Then he sat down beside him again, and they both leaned against the headboard.

For the next hour, there was no more talk of nightmares or insecurities. Only the clinking of cutlery, Asa’s moans of delight with every bite of pancake, and Anthony’s with every sip of coffee could be heard. Their laughter and conversation were joyful and carefree.

Asa realized that the nightmare was just that—a nightmare—and that, while it had perhaps revealed a hidden fear, that fear had been wiped away for the moment.

He loved Anthony, and he was deeply loved in return.

He took a big bite of another pancake and said, with his mouth half full, "You know, your pancakes are delicious but you made a lot.

Anthony chuckled softly and said, "My mom always said it's better to make too many than not enough. Worst case, there'll be some left for tomorrow."

"I could get used to this, you know."

Anthony wiped a crumb from the corner of his lover’s mouth with his thumb before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Then he whispered, "I'm counting on it."

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Asa was sitting with his back against the headboard, a book resting on his lap. 

He turned a page, then looked down at Anthony, who was sleeping beside him.

His lover was still fast asleep, his copper hair forming a lovely mess on the white pillow. There was a vulnerability in his features that only appeared when he slept: the wrinkles around his eyes were smoothed out and a soft smile adorned his lips. As he watched him, a familiar, comforting warmth spread through Asa's chest. 

The edge of the comforter had slipped down to Anthony’s waist, leaving his shoulder exposed to the morning chill. Asa reached out gently, grabbed the corner of the comforter and pulled it back up, carefully tucking it around Anthony. He smoothed the fabric over Anthony’s shoulder delicately, to which Anthony showed no reaction. 

Seeing that his lover was still asleep, Asa took the liberty of tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and adjusting the pillow beneath him, trying to create a cozy little nest for his beloved. 

He watched for a moment as Anthony’s chest rose and fell steadily and rhythmically. It was like a hypnotic cadence: inhalation, brief pause, gentle, almost imperceptible exhalation. 

Asa smiled softly, leaned back against his pillow, picked up his book, and resumed reading. His eyes followed the lines, though he often found himself shifting his attention back to his lover.

It had only been four months since their first date, and he never tired of discovering new things about Anthony and finding out how they fit together. 

Ten minutes passed, perhaps twenty. 

Asa was so engrossed in his reading that he didn’t notice the comforter slipping slightly or the change in Anthony’s breathing pattern. 

Anthony’s eyes fluttered open and landed directly on Asa. A slow smile stretched the corners of his lips. He remained perfectly still, however, taking pleasure in watching his lover surreptitiously.

Asa, unaware that he was being watched, turned the page, mechanically reaching out to pull the comforter up a little while continuing to read. 

Avant Asa, Anthony ne s'attardait jamais dans son lit le matin.

Before Asa, Anthony never lingered in bed in the morning.

Why would he linger in a bed where the spot next to him was cold every morning?

But ever since he started waking up next to Asa more often, mornings had become one of his favorite times of day.

There was Asa’s smile when he opened his eyes and met Anthony’s gaze. It was a gentle, warm smile that made Anthony feel extraordinary.

There was also the way Asa's hands would slip under the covers to cling to Anthony’s body, seeking a little more warmth before getting up.

There was the way he would wrap his arms around Anthony and entwine his legs with his, savoring the last moments of sleep.

There was the way he kissed Anthony’s neck as Anthony held him tighter in a final embrace before their morning routine.

There was the way he whispered, "Good morning, I love you," and how those words always warmed Anthony’s heart, as if it were the first time, even though he said them often.

There was the way Asa stretched just before getting up, the comforter slipping with his movement to reveal his gorgeous body.

"What a sight to wake up to..." Anthony said hoarsely.

"Mornings are a lot better with you," he added.

Asa startled slightly and looked down from his book with a surprised chuckle. He turned his head, their eyes meeting, and the book slipped from his lap onto the mattress, though he didn’t seem to notice. 

"I didn't realize you were awake. How long have you been watching me?"

"Too long..." Anthony murmured. 

His hand moved up to caress the back of Asa’s neck. His thumb brushed the sensitive skin beneath Asa’s ear and Anthony was pleased to see Asa react with a soft gasp. 

The distance between them vanished as Anthony slid his hand around Asa’s neck, pulling him closer in a slow, deliberate motion.

Asa let out a hoarse breath as Anthony drew closer, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling. 

"Anthony…" Asa whispered, his voice choked by a sudden, intense wave of emotion.

Anthony responded by tilting his head and capturing his lover’s lips in a slow, deep kiss, his hands wrapping around his lover’s body to pull him even closer. 

Their bodies aligned with natural ease, the result of four months of intimacy. At their age, they knew each other's bodies, limits, and desires. There was no hesitation or pretense. There was just that visceral need to be as close as possible.

Anthony’s hands slid up Asa’s shoulders and pressed him firmly against the mattress. Asa buried his fingers in Anthony’s hair and kissed him with a depth that took his breath away. Every caress was deliberate: the brush of skin against skin, the weight of their bodies, and the way they moved in harmony, anticipating each other’s rhythms. It was intense, slow, and filled with deep tenderness.

When they finally collapsed onto the pillows, their chests heaving and their limbs entwined, silence returned. It was heavier and more soothing than before. The sunlight had climbed higher, bathing the room in a brighter glow.

"There," Anthony murmured, his voice muffled against Asa's shoulder. "That's exactly why I love mornings with you. I wish it could be like this every day. Forever."

Asa felt his heart swell. He raised his hand and caressed Anthony’s face, brushing away a few damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

He replied, his voice hoarse, "I'd like that, too." 

They didn’t say the words outright, but the idea lingered in the air as a wonderful, silent possibility that didn’t need to be rushed. They were both past the age of making impulsive decisions, yet they were also past the age of fearing their desires.

Asa looked out the window at the waking city, then turned his gaze back to Anthony, who was already drifting into a lighter sleep. Asa knew their lives were two separate entities for the moment, but they were beginning to blend into one another. 

As he held Anthony close and felt his comforting presence, Asa realized it wouldn't take much for them to merge completely.

He closed his eyes, letting the rhythm of Anthony’s breathing wash over him. It lulled him back into a peaceful, contented sleep, filled with the promise of a future taking shape.

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It had all started out so well. They’d invited Nina and Maggie over to Asa’s place for a movie night. After dinner and drinks, they settled into the living room to watch a movie on Asa’s old TV.

A movie whose plot Anthony couldn’t even remember anymore.

It was all because of Asa, who, after having a few too many drinks, lost all inhibitions and started clinging to Anthony. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't have bothered Anthony at all, except they weren't alone. 

Nina was sitting at the other end of the couch, and Maggie was on the floor at her feet, leaning against her legs.

Although their friends were fully aware of their relationship, Anthony had no desire to display their intimacy in this way.

Anthony tried to move closer to the edge of the couch to create distance between himself and his lover, but it was impossible. Asa slid his head under Anthony’s arm until it rested on Anthony’s chest. Anthony had no choice but to wrap his arm around his lover's shoulders. 

Maggie seemed fascinated by what was happening on TV. Anthony glanced at Nina, hoping she was also absorbed in the movie and hadn’t noticed anything. But, of course, he wasn’t that lucky. Even though her eyes were glued to the screen, her expression made it clear that she hadn’t missed a thing happening next to her.

The problem was that Asa wasn’t just rubbing against Anthony like a cat; he was now showering Anthony with butterfly kisses along his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Anthony tried to gently push Asa away, whispering in his ear, "Asa, please. The movie isn't over yet. More importantly, we're not alone. Remember? Maggie and Nina are here." 

He saw Maggie’s shoulders shake as she struggled to hold back a giggle.

"Okay, love..." Asa replied in a loud enough voice that no one could ignore it. 

The giggles at his feet and the stifled chuckle to his left proved that Nina and Maggie had heard him perfectly well. Anthony couldn’t stop the heat from rising to his cheeks. Asa hadn’t moved an inch and continued to sprinkle kisses on Anthony’s neck and face.

Anthony tried to reason with him again. "Asa, we’re not alone. Stop, please."

Asa looked up and pouted. "But honey..."

Honey! Asa had never called him that before!

Anthony regretted even more that they weren’t alone.

Asa continued, "I only see you, so it's like we're alone."

Maggie giggled again. When Anthony turned toward Nina, she was smiling mockingly and mouthing, "Honey..." 

Anthony tried to look scornful, but the blush on his cheeks made it difficult to believe.

His attention shifted to Asa, who was tracing his face with his fingertips, pausing at his lips. "Hmmm . . . Those lips. I want to kiss them so badly. Please, Anthony. Honey . . ."

It was too much! Anthony tried to push Asa away harder, but the man wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing his lips almost against his own. In a pleading voice, he said, "Please… please… love me."

Anthony would have given in in an instant if they had been alone, but that was out of the question. So, he pulled Asa close and whispered in his ear, "Asa, just a little patience, okay? I swear, soon we'll be able to do whatever you want."

Anthony was afraid his lover would persist, but when he felt Asa nod against him, he sighed with relief, happy to see that Asa was snuggling up to him without trying anything more.

Maggie took Nina’s hand, which was resting on her shoulder, and said softly, "Nina, I think it's time to go." She turned her head toward Anthony and winked. "We'll watch the rest of the movie together next time."

Nina leaned toward Maggie, pouting, and said, "Too bad. The show on my right was almost as interesting as the one on TV." 

Maggie let out a little laugh. "I think the rest of the show isn't for us to watch." 

Then, she stood up and approached the couple embracing each other. She leaned in to kiss Anthony on the cheek and whispered, "You two are adorable. I’m happy for you. For both of you." 

Then, still with that sweet smile on her lips, she walked away.

Nina stood up and stopped in front of Anthony, simply squeezing his shoulder. "I had a lovely evening. It's also the first time we've seen Asa let his guard down completely." Her expression was serious as she added, "And that's thanks to you." 

Then Nina’s expression turned mischievous as she added, "Thanks for the entertainment... ho-ney." She chuckled softly before joining Maggie. They left Asa’s apartment and closed the door gently behind them. 

Anthony didn’t take offense at Nina’s last taunt. What she had said earlier, along with Maggie’s words, had left him with a feeling of gentle warmth.

He was happy that Asa had such friends and that they had accepted him into their circle.

"You're so warm, Anthony. Can I stay like this forever?"

Asa had now climbed on top of him and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Anthony laughed softly, raised his hand, brushed his lover’s hair back, and replied gently, "Whatever you want, my angel." 

He tenderly kissed his lover’s forehead. Asa closed his eyes and a contented smile spread across his lips. Then he buried his face in the crook of Anthony’s neck and snuggled closer.

To Anthony, the movie on TV was now nothing more than a source of flickering light, casting shifting shadows across the room. His attention was entirely captivated by Asa’s weight against him, his breath against his neck, and the warmth of his skin against his own.

Asa shifted slightly, seeking a more comfortable position. Anthony tightened his arms around Asa’s waist and held him close to his chest. 

He rested his chin on Asa’s silky hair and inhaled the familiar fragrance. He felt Asa grow heavier against him and whispered, "Sleep, my angel." 

He closed his eyes, and soon, lulled by his beloved's steady breathing, he, too, slipped into that blissful feeling of serenity.

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Asa put away the book he was holding and headed for the door of the bookshop to go outside. He waved to Derek, wincing because the painkillers were wearing off and his ankle was hurting more. When he spotted Anthony waiting for him outside, Asa forced himself to walk normally and put on a natural smile, making sure any sign of discomfort vanished.

He opened the door, reached Anthony, and said in a cheerful tone, "Good evening, Anthony."

Anthony leaned forward and brushed a kiss against Asa’s lips. Then he stepped back and said softly, "Stay here. I'll go get my car."

Surprised, Asa asked, "Why? There’s no need. We’ll walk to my place like usual."

Anthony shook his head and replied, "No, definitely not in your condition."

Puzzled, Asa replied, "In my condition? What do you mean?"

Anthony looked at him with indulgence and replied gently, "Don’t lie, and don’t pretend you’re okay when you clearly aren’t." 

Without waiting for a reply, he walked toward the parking lot where he had parked his car when he spent the night at Asa’s. A few minutes later, he returned, parked the car right in front of Asa, leaned over, and opened the door for him.

Asa climbed in and no longer tried to hide his pain.

"Anthony, I’m—"

Anthony shook his head. "Not now. We’ll talk when we get to my place."

Asa whispered, "Okay."

A little later, they entered Anthony’s apartment. He supported his lover to the couch and helped him sit down. Then, Anthony gently placed Asa’s swollen foot on a cushion on the coffee table.

Asa asked, "How did you know?"

Anthony took out his phone, swiped the screen a few times, and turned it around to show Asa.

Your idiot boyfriend sprained his ankle but wants to play the hero and act like nothing happened. 

Derek

Asa sighed. "I should have known."

Anthony ran his hand through his lover’s hair and replied in a slightly teasing tone, "Yes, darling. You should have known. There are people who care about you and don't want to see you suffer." 

Asa asked sheepishly, "Did he tell you how it happened?"

Anthony shook his head. "No. He just wrote me what I showed you."

Asa mumbled something unintelligible, "Itrippedovermyshoelace." 

Anthony replied, "Huh? What? I didn't catch that." 

Asa grumbled and repeated more clearly, "I tripped over my shoelace and twisted my ankle. Go ahead and make fun of me!"

Anthony replied, "You idiot! You're clearly hurt, so I don't feel like making fun of you."

Gently stroking his lover’s cheek, he said kindly, "I’ll go get some ice."

A few seconds later, he returned with ice wrapped in a towel. He carefully applied it to Asa’s injured ankle and secured it with a bandage. Then he handed Asa a glass of water and a painkiller.

Asa swallowed the pill gratefully and sighed with relief as he felt the coldness on his ankle.

Anthony walked around the couch and sat down next to Asa. He took his hand and, turning to face him, asked softly, "Asa, why did you try to hide this from me?" 

He was surprised to see Asa’s cheeks flush slightly as he shook his head. 

"This time, you're really going to make fun of me."

Anthony said gently, "I promise I won't. Okay?"

Asa sighed. 

"Because...oh, crap. This is so ridiculous... um... I really wanted to walk with you."

Anthony didn’t laugh, but he looked completely baffled. 

"I...I don't get it."

Asa continued, "There's a moment in the day that I really cherish. It doesn't happen often since you've been working at the university. It's that little moment when we walk hand in hand from the bookshop to my apartment. I didn’t want to ruin that. I know it’s lame, but..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Anthony interrupted him by pressing his lips against Asa’s in a tender kiss. The kiss remained gentle and chaste because Anthony was mindful of Asa’s injured foot. A few moments later, when they had caught their breath, Anthony simply whispered, "You're just too adorable for words." 

Asa rested his head against Anthony's. "I’m a man over forty. I’m not supposed to be adorable."

Anthony laughed softly and replied, "Who said there’s an age limit on this?"

He wrapped his arms around Asa’s shoulders, pulling him close and taking care not to move his ankle.

He pressed a kiss into Asa’s hair and continued, "Do you think I’m ridiculous for saying that I’m touched by your wanting to hide this from me just so we could walk hand in hand?"

"But it’s trivial."

Anthony slid his hand over Asa’s on his stomach, intertwining their fingers, and continued, "But life is made up of trivial things. You, more than anyone, appreciate all those little things. That’s part of your charm."

He pressed another kiss into his lover’s hair and continued, "That's one of the things I love about you."

Asa sat up a little and began to slide his leg off the table.

"Hey, Asa, your leg!"

"It’s okay. I’m being careful. But I’m not in a good position to do what I want to do. Wait a minute."

Anthony watched, puzzled, as his lover moved across the couch. 

Asa slid to the other end, sat down, leaned back against the armrest, and stretched his legs out in front of him. Then, opening his arms, Asa said to Anthony, "Come here so I can hold you without my ankle getting in the way."

Asa spread his legs and placed his ankle on the coffee table and the cushion. Anthony slid against him until he was lying on top of his lover without worrying about crushing his ankle.

Anthony snuggled up against Asa’s chest. Asa wrapped his arms around Anthony and whispered into his hair, "Thank you for always saying the words that make me feel adequate and not out of step with the world, as I sometimes feel."

Anthony hummed against his chest.

"You are perfectly adequate, my angel, and I am happy that you are starting to believe it as well."

Asa felt a wave of affection wash over him. With Anthony, his skin felt as though it were the right size. As if he no longer needed to fit into boxes that were too small for him.

"Anthony?"

"Hm?"

"Look at me, please."

Anthony looked up.

Asa cupped his face in his hands and whispered, "I love you so much," before pulling him close and capturing his lips in a kiss that would convey his feelings far better than words ever could. Anthony parted his lips to welcome the kiss, and their tongues met in a slow, familiar dance.

Asa pressed a little harder, sliding his hands down to the nape of Anthony’s neck and burying them in his hair. He pulled Anthony even closer, as if he wanted to melt him into his own body. 

Much later, when they pulled apart, breathless, their foreheads remained pressed together, their breaths mingling until their hearts settled into a calmer rhythm.

They readjusted, searching for the most comfortable position pressed against one another. Asa’s arms wrapped around Anthony, who nestled his body against his lover’s. Anthony buried his face in the crook of Asa’s shoulder and hummed contentedly against his skin.

Asa pulled the blanket draped over the back of the sofa and slid it over their entwined bodies. He pressed one last kiss into his lover’s hair, and they both let themselves be lulled by the sweet drowsiness of the moment. 

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Four months had passed since their first date, our months of getting to know each other, four months already, yet only four months.  

Anthony sat up slightly and tightened his arm around Asa’s shoulders, pulling him closer. He let out a long sigh of contentment, resting his chin on Asa’s head. 

"You’re quiet," Anthony murmured.

Asa smiled and closed his eyes. "I was thinking."

"Something pleasant, I hope, after what we just did," Anthony joked, his fingers brushing Asa’s spine and causing a slight shiver.

"I was thinking about how much I love this," Asa admitted, lifting his head slightly to look at his lover.

A strand of red hair fell across Anthony’s forehead. Asa raised his hand to brush it away, gently caressing his face.

Anthony looked at him intently and opened his mouth several times to say something. After one last hesitation, he inhaled slowly.

"Asa..." he began, then hesitated again. A rare flicker of nervousness crossed his eyes, just like the first time in the bookstore when he told Asa he’d written the book.

Asa asked softly, "Yes?"

"My parents are celebrating their wedding anniversary next weekend. It’s an intimate dinner at their place in the country with just me, their son, and a couple of friends who live nearby," Anthony said. 

He moved his arm and found Asa’s hand, intertwining their fingers as if to give himself courage to continue. "I was wondering if you’d like to come with me."

Pleasantly surprised, Asa asked, "You want me to meet them?"

Anthony locked eyes with Asa and said, in a voice now free of hesitation, "I don't just want you to meet them. I want them to get to know you. I want to introduce the man I love, who shares my life, to them. My partner."

Moved by the passion in his lover’s voice, Asa whispered, "Your partner."

Anthony pressed a kiss to Asa’s hair and continued, "They've been hearing me talk about you for weeks. My mom thinks I’ve changed personalities because I smile during every FaceTime call now. I want them to see who’s responsible for that. Who’s responsible for my happiness?"

Filled with joy, Asa climbed on top of his lover, leaned forward, and pressed his forehead against Anthony’s. His voice slightly hoarse, he whispered, "I’d love to, Anthony. Really."

"The drive is a bit long, and my dad can be a little intense. You'll see where I got my nerdy side from. My mom will probably feed you until you can't eat another bite. But I’m sure they’ll love you." 

Asa laughed and pressed a long, tender kiss on Anthony’s lips. 

"You don't have to convince me any further. As long as we’re together, everything will be fine."

Anthony’s smile was radiant, and Asa leaned against him, snuggling a little closer. 

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A week later, they walked side by side along the narrow, gravel path leading to a pretty, white house. In front of the house stood the silhouette of a woman.

Anthony whispered, "That's my mom. I think my dad’s waiting inside. His hip hurts when he stands for too long."

Asa nodded and swallowed. Even though he was over forty, being introduced to his partner’s family was still quite intimidating.

He wanted to take Anthony’s hand but didn't know if it was appropriate.

He knew his lover’s parents were open-minded, but they hadn't discussed public displays of affection. 

It was one thing to walk hand in hand when you were anonymous, but quite another when it came to family. Especially since Asa knew his  own mother wouldn’t have approved.

However, Anthony had inspired Asa to be bold. As they walked along the path, he stole a few glances at Anthony, trying to gauge his mood.

Finally, Anthony, observant as always, turned his head toward Asa and asked in a slightly concerned tone, "Is something wrong?"

Asa paused and shook his head, feeling guilty for being the cause of the worried look on his lover’s face.

He decided to be upfront.

"Honestly, Anthony, I'm a little stressed, which makes sense, given the situation. I just wanted to hold your hand for courage, but we didn’t talk about how to behave around your parents."

Anthony's worried look gave way to one of deep tenderness.

He took Asa’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Then he said softly, "I didn't think to discuss it because with my parents, there are no taboos. Just be ourselves, like we usually are. Natural."

Then, with their hands still intertwined, he leaned toward Asa and caressed his cheek with his free hand. He brushed his lips with his thumb before kissing him tenderly. 

Anthony then straightened up, and they shared one last look before continuing on their way toward Aileen, Anthony’s mother, hand in hand.

As they drew closer, Asa could make out the expression on Aileen's face. He saw nothing but kindness.

He could tell from her attitude that there was no doubt she had witnessed their entire exchange.

*********

Aileen felt immense joy when she spotted the two figures approaching in the distance. 

She was always thrilled when Anthony came to visit, but today she was especially elated because she knew he was happy, and she was about to meet the person responsible for her son’s happiness.

When her 14-year-old son told her he was gay, she had been afraid. Not because he was gay, but because she knew it wouldn’t be easy given the state of society.  So, she and her husband assured Anthony of their unwavering support. 

After all, all they wanted was for their son to be happy and to be able to be himself. 

He had been their pride and joy then, and he still was today.

She had always been proud of her son's academic and professional achievements and successes. But she was prouder than ever at that moment, watching him walk with a man who had brought a smile to his lips and a sparkle to his eyes unlike anything she had ever seen before, not even when Anthony spoke of his beloved stars.

She remembered the first time she’d noticed this change in her son. It hadn’t taken her long to get the truth out of him, despite how smart he was.

Since then, not a single call had gone by without mention of the man in his life: the blond bookseller named Asa whom Anthony couldn’t stop raving about. She would form her own opinion, of course, but Anthony wasn’t an inexperienced young boy. He was a mature, experienced, clearheaded man. So she had virtually no doubt about the worth of the man he loved. 

At that moment, there was no doubt in her mind that her son was in love.

She watched them walk toward her, close but not touching. Suddenly, she saw them stop and exchange a few words.

Then, her son took the other man’s hand. Aileen saw Anthony lean in and kiss him tenderly. After one last glance, they continued toward her, hand in hand.

It wasn't just Anthony who was in love; from what she could see, he was loved in return.

Overcome with impatience, Aileen stepped forward to cover the last few feet between them. Once she was near them, she dropped her cane, opened her arms, and said in a slightly choked-up voice, "Welcome home, my children!"

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Asa was surprised to see Aileen walking toward them, closing the last few feet between them. He was even more surprised when Aileen dropped her cane and wrapped him and Anthony in a big hug. His lover’s mother exclaimed, "Welcome home, my children."

He felt Anthony’s arm wrap around his waist, as if to encourage him. He then responded to Aileen’s embrace shyly.

When she released them, Asa immediately said, "Hello, Mrs. Crowley. I’m Asa. Nice to meet you."

"Mrs... Mrs... No, no, no. I’m Aileen, or Mom if you prefer."

Asa laughed softly and said, "All right, Aileen."

She winked at her son. "I understand. It's still a little early for 'Mom.'"

"Mom..."

Then she gently pinched her son’s waist. "Oh, look at you. You're going to have to put some meat on those bones."

She turned to Asa and said, "I bet he’s working too hard and forgetting to eat."

Asa nodded, amused.

"Hey, you two, don't act like I'm not here. Besides, Mom, Asa takes care of me and brings me lunch regularly at the university."

"You've really found a gem, son. What are you waiting for? Go marry him!"

"Mom!"

"I know, I know. Too soon."

Asa started to chuckle, then burst out laughing. The mother and son looked at him with surprise, then with the same fondness in their eyes.

"I see you're having a good time here!"

A man had just appeared in the doorway. While Anthony bore a strong resemblance to his mother, his gaze was unmistakably his father’s. Asa stepped forward and introduced himself. This time, he received a firm and cordial handshake instead of a hug.

"As my Aileen must have told you, son, Call me Harold or Dad."

Asa nodded. 

Anthony was greeted with such a tight hug that his father nearly lifted him off the ground, despite his slightly weak hip. 

Echoing his wife’s words, he said, "We’re going to have to put some meat on those bones, son."

This earned another chuckle from Asa and a grumble from Anthony.

"Why don’t you show your partner around the house while your mother and I finish preparing dinner?"

After Aileen winked at them one last time, the older couple went back inside, leaving the door half-open. Anthony took Asa’s hand and led him on a walk around the house.

"You okay? They can be a little intense, like I told you."

Asa shook his head. "Oh, no, they're adorable! I can see where you get your personality from."

Anthony chuckled softly. "You could say that."

"I envy you a little, I'll admit. I mean, I know my mom loved me, but I don’t think she knew how to show it. Your parents, on the other hand..."

"You know they already think of you as their son, right? I think they’re going to love you even more than they love me."

Asa gave him a light nudge with his elbow and scoffed.

"Idiot."

Anthony stopped and turned to face Asa, cupping his face in his hands. "I mean it, Asa. You’re family now."

Asa was unable to respond; his throat was tight with emotion.

Anthony closed the distance between them and pressed his lips tenderly to Asa’s. Asa wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck as the kiss lingered.

He had one last thought before losing himself completely in the kiss.

A thought for his mother.

"See, Mother? I love, and I am loved."

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