He stroked Ciaran’s back and massaged his neck as Ciaran continued to tease the head of his cock with his tongue. “No, no, no, no. Stop. Please. I don’t want to come yet. Come here.” Ciaran returned to Marco’s arms. He looked up into Marco’s deep brown eyes and smiled.
“God, you are so good at that. Are you sure I’m the first guy you’ve sucked off”?
“The first time I blew you it didn’t go so well, remember? I’ve just managed to learn what you like.”
Marco turned on his side to face Ciaran. “You are so sweet. Have I told you recently how much I love you?”
“Even better. You told my mum.” The day before had been rather harrowing. Ciaran’s mother had said that she believed Ciaran was “just going through a stage.”
Marco told her that believing that had driven a wedge between her and her son. “You will drive him away. He is what he is, and that is gay. He means so much to me and I will do everything I can to protect him. My family is the most important thing in my life and they love Ciar like another son. I don’t want Ciar to miss out on his family and he wants me to be a part of it. He misses Caitlin so much but he can’t deal with your fucking attitude. Please accept him. Please accept our relationship. I love him.”
Ciaran’s mother was shocked at the outburst from Marco. “Well, you’re too old for him. Even if he is gay, he needs to be with someone his own age.”
“Mum, you are eight years younger than da. You had Cait and me when you were 19.” Ciaran said. "I love Marco, he is the best thing that ever happened to me. Please just get to know him. He’s wonderful. Just wait until tonight.”
Marco had agreed to cook for the family and they had shopped for everything before leaving the city. They had filled a cooler with the freshest fish so that Marco could make his signature zuppe de pesce, Ciaran’s favourite.
“She needed to know how I feel about you.” Marco lightly caressed Ciaran’s chest, slowly working his hand down to Ciaran’s cock.