Status Updates From Pierre & Bill Now

She tsked. “His generation is all the same. The women don’t want to make a fuss and the men are afraid to say how they feel.”

“It’s like you fell from the sky.”
His legs now wide apart, Anton reached up and pulled Bill’s face to his. “I am citizen, you know, not alien,” he said as he settled into the weight of Bill’s body.

'Entanglements, Bill thought bitterly. The word pretty much summed up his life.'

'The hug seemed to have closed one door and opened another. For the first time, Bill felt genuine empathy for Danny and not the desire to unzip him.'

The reader is enjoying a romantic moment ... and the author is so cynical! #Tabarnak

As his bookshelves showed, his tastes were varied with books in English, books in French, biographies, mysteries, and even a few romances with covers that would make a straight man sweat.

Each visit, however, had provoked a certain disdain. Pierre didn’t like being the object of surveillance.
“Not dead yet!” he’d call out, or “Here to check my pulse?”

We call it soarta. Soarta bring us together.

“We’ll always be friends,” Danny replied with an easy laugh. “Hey, maybe one day we’ll even be friends with benefits! That’s the thing with daddies, Bill! The older they get the more we like ‘em!”

Underneath Danny’s chatter was a man who loved life. It was true when Bill had first met him and it was true now. Stick Danny in a hospital waiting room and everyone felt better. Stand him naked on the pedestal at a drawing class and everyone was more talented.

“Ah, it’s just nostalgia,” Bill said with a dismissive wave of the hand. “First sign of dementia.”

“God,” Jonah meekly replied. “He told us to draw god so I did.”
“Yeah, naked,” Jack said with a smirk.
“Of course naked!” Zoey said in Jonah’s defense. “What’s god going to wear, anyway? Armani?”

After his session on the Renaissance, he’d been inundated with nudes. Sometimes hilarious and sometimes accomplished, they formed much of his collection. But he limited hanging the explicit ones to his bedroom. Although out to everyone he met, Pierre wasn’t comfortable with cocks on the wall. He was old school in that way, too.

The sex had been a one-off, they’d claimed. It had just happened and wouldn’t happen again. Bill had found the common front unnerving. Not Pierre. He was old school in that way. He found it perfectly natural. ‘Four guys under one roof. Bound to happen’, he’d said at the time.