From Russia: A Different Story Chapter 4

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I was woken up by mother’s soft nudges and calling of my name.

“Maxxie, Maxxie, get up, you too Tony.”

“Mum, what the fuck are you doing?”

I noticed that Tony and I were both still wrapped up in only our towels, but lucky enough the covers had stayed up to our necks so hopefully she hadn’t noticed, but there was no getting past the fact that I was complete wrapped around him my head nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“It’s all right Maxxie,” she must of noticed my panic, “just get up and get ready for dinner, it was ready half an hour ago.

I quickly got up elbowing Tony in the ribs so he too would wake up.

“Wha?”

“Get up Tone, dinner’s ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

Once we were seated at the table the awkward silence began to set in. My mum was just staring back and forth between Tony and I, and my dad was completely clueless and was gobbling down the green beans.

“So Tony,” began my mum, “how was Russia for you?”

“It was fantastic Mrs. Oliver, quite … exciting, I should say.”

“Oh, what was so exciting about it?”

“Well we went to this glue factory, it was quite interesting, but mostly just the Hotel and what there was to… discover.”

“How ‘bout you Maxxie, anything exciting happen to you in Russia?”

“Nothing much, same as Tone.”

“Well then, I’m glad you two had fun.”

“That we did Mrs. Oliver.” said Tony.

After dinner we moved into the living room, where the silence remained, but I got to sit next to Tony on the couch so that made things a little more bearable.

I began to think again, delving deeper into the thoughts I had of Tony earlier. What was I doing with him? Did I love him? I don’t know, I mean I had always felt something for Tony, but I had always passed it off for friendship, but once he had offered to give me head, I began to wonder whether or not my feelings towards him were more on the lines of love, and then once that was in my mind I began to wonder whether it was just an infatuation or crush or if it was something more serious, and if it was something more serious was it mutual or would my love be unrequited? So many questions so little answers.

Once we ended up fucking in Russia, I decided to let it all go and just see where the relationship would take us, and so far it had taken me to new heights. Then there was always the question of whether or not Tony felt anywhere near the same way about me as I did about him, and even if he did was I filling his life with the same passion and pleasure that he had brought into mine?

I knew that Tony wasn’t one to fuck with, especially after how quickly he had dropped Michelle for me, but at the same time I felt that something had changed within him that had made him more loyal, more loving. I knew that this would most likely mean my downfall, but I couldn’t help hoping that I was right about him and he truly had changed.

Of course, I was wrong.

But that wouldn’t happen until tomorrow.

We spent the rest of the night sitting on the couch either watching TV or talking in hushed voices. Once my mum and dad went to bed I snuggled in closer to Tony resting my head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me. It was one of the most comfortable positions I had been in a long time. We went to bed a little early that night not wanting to go out and ‘celebrate’ our return to Bristol, instead enjoying a quick cup of cocoa and then snuggling in under the covers of my bed and enjoying each other’s company.

I ran my finger up and down Tony’s torso absentmindedly.

“What are you doing Maxxie?”

“Oh, sorry, was I bugging you.”

“No, it felt good; you just seemed a little gone.”

“Oh, well I’ve been thinking.”

“What about?”

“Us, where we’re going, what’s gonna happen, I know you gave me a bunch a reasons not to worry, but for some reason I can’t stop thinking about why you’ve had this sudden change of heart.”

“I don’t know, I guess I really haven’t changed all that much, just my feeling towards you. I never really saw you in the same light as I did in Russia, something changed that night, and right now all I want to do is make you feel good and hope that I’m giving you the same passion and pleasure you’re giving me.”

“Funny you should say that.”

“Why?”

“No reason, I was just thinking the same thing earlier. Anyway, just promise me you’ll try harder then you have ever tried at anything before to stay true, to me.”

“I promise you, I will try my hardest.”

If he only knew how long, or should I say short, that promise would last.