I have a fantasy idea that I can't get out of my head. A week ago:
A week ago, Aldo had taken a leave of absence (for the first time in years), claiming that he needed to recover mentally from what happened at the Conclave. Upon hearing this, Vincent immediately agreed, indicating that he could take all the time he needed until the new Vatican organization was complete.
Weeks turned into two, two into three, and three into two months. Everyone in the Curia was fervently wondering what was happening to Bellini. He was known for his stereotypical work stress, and for his leave to happen suddenly was very strange and suspicious.
Thomas was starting to worry; it would soon be four months since his leave ended, but that wasn't his main concern. It was that every time he went to Aldo's house, Aldo seemed fine, his health and Excellent, And he went back to the gym. Nothing out of the ordinary. So why did he ask for so many months? That question lingered like a bull in a corral in Lawrence's mind. Does he want to quit? Is he fed up with all his work? Or is he sick and trying to hide it? More and more questions were nagging at him.
The last few times he went to Aldo's house, she found even more strange scenes: He knows his friend like the back of his hand, and his house was the decor of his psychopath mixed with a compulsive perfectionist. A modern house, all straight lines, precisely defined geometric shapes, Modern colors such as white, gray, cream, and black. Bright colors, outside; pastel colors, outside. The decorations from the books (separated by author, genre, whether they are foreign or American writers) Not to mention that it separates the books by how many pages they have, by chapter, and whether the story is good or not.) His living room featured two armchairs, positioned opposite each other with surgical precision, Their only separation was a rectangular marble table and a vanilla candle as a centerpiece. Its floor was made of cream-colored ceramic tiles, covered in resins, which shone as if there were no tomorrow. Her kitchen didn't have a maximalist decoration, but rather just the bare essentials. Plates, glasses, cutlery, cups, kitchen utensils, spices. Just enough for a person to live. The rest was pure decoration: expensive wines on shelves, white-painted walls, and an electric stove. A table for a family of four and a breakfast bar, all in a white, beige, and gray color scheme. Her room, on the other hand, was nothing special; gray curtains, a window the size of a door, painted white.In the middle of the room, a king-size bed, with black sheets. A wall-sized wardrobe with biblical writings on its doors. And on the floor, a carpet covers everything. Its only difference is that it is Olivia colored.
Even so, the last few times he went, he found many things in disarray. Clothes thrown on the sofa, used cutlery and plates on the table, An artificial cherry scent in the air. And sometimes even Oxford shoes lying around the living room. Or a very strong aroma of Neapolitan pizza. Either his dear American friend was becoming Italian, or there was someone else in that house.
All his doubts were stronger than his will. So he decides he wants to go and investigate. If he hadn't chosen the Church, he would have been a private investigator; he would undoubtedly have loved his job.
Although, he knows that it will be very rare for him to just show up at Aldo's house, just like that. He must be taking someone... but who? Ray, Sabbini? Agnes? No, he would send him to a monastery in Tierra del Fuego. Who could it be...
" Thomas? Are you okay? Even the torture devices can't fly to fetch the lettuce from your hand. " That's right, I was in the turtles' playground with Vincent. How much will it have dissociated?
" ah! I'm sorry... " With a blush on his cheeks, he leaves the lettuce for the turtle, who in his own way looked at him as if he wanted to eat him. “ I was lost in my thoughts, Vince... I mean, Your Holiness. "
" Thomas, please call me Vincent. And about that...you went blank more than ten minutes ago. Could you tell me why? Is it something that worries you? " Vincent asked, worried. They were both sitting on a bench, facing the turtle pond. Her hand, though timid at the moment, rests on Thomas's.
This gesture, I think, makes old Lawrence's heart beat a thousand times per second. He can't believe he's finally taken another step with Vincent, her secret love. Her eyes shone like two shooting stars towards him. he definitely loves him. Although he would like to continue admiring the man in front of her, He knew that her face, a mixture of waiting and confusion, would grow larger. So he decides to gather his strength.
" Um...I...uh...yes...yes...I'm...I'm...worried... " He swallowed loudly. “ I think...I think...that Aldo would be sick... "
" Ay dios mio " Her gaze softens even more “ But...how can you think that? My dear, that is very serious. "
" I don't know...every time I've been to his house, it's always been a mess. I see wine bottles on the table, dirt, and things lying around on the floor. I've known Aldo for over thirty years...I know that if he's not compulsively cleaning...it means he's sick or has a cold...What if he has... cancer? And he won't even tell me?! "
" Thomas...don't say that... Maybe it's something else, maybe he has more problems. And maybe he wants to solve it himself. " Her hand gently caresses Lawrence's hand.
" I know him...but what if it's something very serious? Something that will affect his life?...I can't just stand idly by. " Sigh, you think Vincent is right, it must sound exaggerated. " Or maybe I just exaggerated...I'm sorry. "
" Don't apologize, dear, it's very admirable that you care so much about him. What if we go visit him and tell him what you think so you can put your mind at ease? "
" But...but you shouldn't go out yet...you have a meeting tonight... "
" It's two o'clock in the afternoon, Thomas, we're not going to another state. We'll go 20 minutes to We will leave the Vatican and come back. "
" But...but what if the guards stop you? "
" We're leaving, Thomas. Order some sweets from the bakery to take to Aldo. Put it on my account. "
Without waiting for any further answers, he carefully gets up from the bench and heads to his room; he obviously wouldn't go in papal vestments.
".... But the bakeries are closed..."
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They finally arrived at Aldo's house at 3 pm. From what they could see, the curtains were closed, and silence reigned. Thomas raised an eyebrow; Aldo never took naps. Not even if it was for ten minutes.
" Thomas...are you sure Aldo isn't asleep? If you want, we could come by another time. "
" He never sleeps, so he must be working on something. I'd better open it myself so as not to disturb her getting up. " He heads towards the decorative plant next to the door. He moves some leaves, and takes out a spare key. " Sometimes when I want one of his books, and Aldo isn't available, he leaves me his spare key hidden away so I can get the book."
Without further explanation, he opens the front door, like any proper English gentleman, and lets Vincent in. Who, blushing, makes his way through.
The living room lights are off, which is odd. Aldo always leaves at least one lamp on. Thomas turns on the light switch, sees clothes lying around on the armchairs, from Oxford shoes like the last time he came to a coat of clothes rolled up in a corner.
" Dear Vincent, has Aldo started wearing a red robe or cape? And I didn't even know? " Leave the key on a small table, along with the sweets bought at the supermarket.
" Not that I recall. The only one who wears a red cape is Goffredo... " Her voice softened as he smelled a familiar scent "Do you smell that? Like cherry...but artificial..."
" It's true... since when did Aldo buy cherry spray? He Use sandalwood. " Innocently, he takes off her jacket and hangs it behind the door. “ Please, Your Holiness, allow me your jacket... "
" For the tenth time, don't call me Your Holiness. I'll always be Vincent to you. " As he tries to take off his jacket, Thomas places his hands on his shoulders and gently slides it off his body. " I can... I can do it... "
" Nonsense, as a gentleman I must remove my companion's coat. " Without waiting for a reply, he hangs up his jacket.
" Thomas... " Vincent turns to Thomas, who looks at him in confusion. Was he wrong to take off her coat himself? Benítez moves closer to him, their breaths feeling warm against each other's faces. Their noses are inches from touching.Finally, after months of waiting, Thomas would have the closeness he had fantasized about so much in his dreams. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, he could do it...he could kiss him. He could...
Both Vincent and Thomas froze; that scream was more of a moan. Vincent then realizes, The two of them are in the room. How could he not have noticed? On the other hand, Thomas reacted instantly: Aldo must have fallen again.
" Aldo must have fallen, I have to go see him! " Thomas sighed resignedly; he could almost be happy. However, he doesn't want to lead with another broken Aldo. So Thomas lets go of Vincent and heads to the room.
"No, don't go there!" Vincent, on the other hand, panicked. He takes Thomas by the arm to pull him towards him. “Aldo hasn't fallen, dear, and what if we just get on with what we were doing?"
" But...but How do you know?! Then we'll continue, but I need to check if it's okay! Without waiting for an answer, s he tenderly lets go of Vincent's hand and runs upstairs. Vincent, on the other hand, runs after him to catch up.
The moment Thomas arrives at Aldo's room, he tries to grab the doorknob. Until Vincent takes his arm, pulling him away from the doorknob.
" What...what are you doing?! " An Confused Lawrence." onfundido ask . " Maybe it's broken... "
Without waiting any longer, Vincent presses his lips to those of the blond man. He crosses her arms around his neck, drawing him into a deeper, sweeter kiss.He can't let her see what's happening in the room.
Lawrence, on the other hand, feels her fingertips touching his neck; he imagined the kiss would take place in a very romantic setting. However, The way he kisses, he doesn't regret receiving that kiss in someone else's house. Her arms instinctively wrapped like a snake around her beloved's waist, trying to deepen that kiss much more. Until he reacted, he forgot about his broken friend.
So, with all the willpower he has left, he pulls away from that kiss as best he can. Good Lord, nobody should have lips that good for kissing.
" Forgive me, my dear Vincent...but I need to get in...Once I see that bald fool is still alive, We'll continue this wherever you want... " Without waiting for an answer, he circles her beloved and opens the door.
And if there were a way to gouge out his eyes, Thomas wants to know those ways. If lobotomy were still legal, he would have already booked an appointment for one, while they use a nail from some port or ship.
Inside that room, the scene is worthy of a movie; Goffredo Tedesco, an eminent figure from Valencia, known for his way of arguing in front of everyone, as well as his conservative stance towards religion. He was naked, as God made him, Flushed from his ears to his cheeks, covered in sweat to the tips of his curls, where they would fall if it were water. Although, that wasn't the most surprising thing, of course not. What was most surprising were the tweezers on her nipples (which were quite large, to be honest). And the strangest thing was, his butt was on top of something, or someone. Although his body was sitting on the bed, facing the door, his buttocks were resting on someone. And when I saw the Pope and his secretary, it was like seeing two ghosts; their skin color turned to a sickly pale complexion, accompanied by an expression of panic.
That was Tedesco's body below: his face below his buttocks, and the rest of his body lying on the bed, completely naked if you're wondering. With his member fully erect, pointing towards the door. That's all, one more point. He was masturbating at the same time, oblivious to the scene unfolding outside.
Between Thomas, Vincent and Tedesco, the only one who decided to speak was the latter.
" I...I...wait... " Her head bowed, and she tried to get up from Aldo's face. The moment he lifted himself a few centimeters, Aldo grabbed his hips violently, pulling him back to his face. " Aldo...no...no...there are people.. " Gimio as best he could.
At that moment he increased his movements, making more obscene noises as he sucked his lover's ass. I wouldn't let it go until it was completely dry.
" Aldo! Let me go now! They're watching us! " He could easily get up, but his lover's magnificent tongue, which opened his anus from side to side, distorted his reality.
When he tried to move again, all he managed to do was Give him a strong senton On his face. Creating a very unexpected reaction, The man grabbed both of her fat buttocks, striking her face with them again, while his member oozed fluid. At that moment he knew that he would soon run away. So with the last of his strength, he turned Tedesco completely around, forcing him to lie face down, with his ass in the air.
" What did I tell you about running away while I'm enjoying myself? You DON'T MOVE until I come. " He screamed, oblivious to what was happening in the room. He takes one buttock and squeezes it as if it were a rubber toy. Then, without waiting much longer, he buries his face between those two round melons that his lover has for an ass. Eating like a starving person, just like before. (An hour ago to be exact)
" Aldo! Oh my God! Vincent and Thomas are watching! " Her face filled with tears; he had already reached hypersensitivity. They had started almost three hours ago, and he had already come up to four times, Adding two squirts forced by her lover. He could no longer produce anything, not even urine. On the other hand, Aldo was a stud. He came inside her man at least five times, adding to the two squirts that soaked her face when he was eating her ass. (He felt as if he had been baptized by angels. " Stop! Please, I beg you! "
It is when he hears the word "stop" that Aldo reacts. he knows that when he says that word, it's because what he did to her has gone too far. So he masturbates a few more times and cums in bed, then shamefully lets go of his saliva-slicked ass.
" Are you okay, my love? Was I too rough? " Aldo asked, without even looking his boss and deputy boss in the eye.
" Yes, I know. The father and the Secretary of State are there. I know. " Bellini responds curtly, his gaze fixed on his lover's body.
"Aldo..." Lawrence spoke, stunned. Her eyes no longer knew whether to look at the used condoms on the floor, or at the empty bottle of lubricant on the nightstand, Aldo looked embarrassed, or rather, Vincent looked at her. Who, with elegance, turned away, looking at the door.
" Thomas, I ask that we not talk about what's obvious. And I ask that you leave with Vincent " Bellini responded, got out of bed and went to the wardrobe to get a t-shirt and pants, completely ignoring the stares. When he finally gets changed, he takes a bathrobe and changes Goffredo as best he can, a Goffredo so frightened that he decided to get into bed, choosing to cover themselves with thick blankets up to their heads. He, on the other hand, with his head down, opens the door, silently signaling them to leave.
" Lawrence, for the last time. Either you go out with Vincent in 10 seconds, so we can talk in the living room. Or I'll grab your old wrinkled ass and kick it until you're on the ground floor. I will not do anything to His Holiness, because he is capable of breaking my neck in two places. So I humbly ask, Your Holiness, if you would leave me alone. "
The silence was so sepulchral that the silence of a funeral would have been more comfortable. Until Vincent breaks that silence with a quiet sigh. And he replies:
" I understand, former Secretary of State. We'll let you and your spouse dress appropriately. And in ten minutes, we'll have an emergency meeting about: Sex education, trust and companionship, celibacy, above all without forgetting. The commitment to follow the rules of work. " That was it; if Benítez was speaking in such formal language, it was because he was furious. So some layoffs are coming. “ One last thing, Aldo Bellini. Brush your teeth, Hygiene is paramount at a meeting. "
Without another word, with his characteristically serene expression, he slowly left the room, followed by Thomas. Her characteristic skin took on a sickly pale color.
" And I share my water bottle with Aldo... I need to throw up. " Her hand is brought to her mouth; she needs to find the bathroom.
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" I want to hear that you understand. " Vincent finally finishes his talk about sex education, companionship, and everything that has happened lately. “ For the last time, at headquarters, no more cups from the dispensers will be shared, not even coffee. Each of us will bring our own cup and water bottle; I'm not going to allow Thomas to keep vomiting every time he sees one of Aldo's used glasses... " He hears an obscene noise in the bathroom, followed by vomit. Sighing, Vincent continues to stare at the Patriarch and former secretary. " If you want to have relations, do it. But I will ask you, especially you, Patriarch. In his masses, I spoke very highly of LGBT relationships, the importance of sex education, and sexually transmitted diseases." Her hands clasp her knees, wondering what he might say.
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