Alec by William di Canzio

Author:William di Canzio
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux

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One afternoon late in July, after sawing back an overgrown yew, Alec carted the larger branches and trunks to chop for firewood. He found Maurice splitting logs by the shed, attired appropriately for work at Millthorpe (as was Alec), in a pair of Ted’s homemade sandals and nothing else. Alec had grown accustomed to Maurice’s beauty, but now, at a distance, it struck him anew. His lover’s skin had browned during their weeks in the sun, making his eyes seem greener. When he raised the ax, the muscles of his torso, shoulders, arms, and legs tensed; when he brought it down, he released the strength of his whole body to split the wood, and his glossy hair fell forward over his brow. To anyone, he would have appeared heroic; to Alec, he was the paragon of young manhood. “Practicin’ to build us our place in the woods?”

They unloaded the logs from the wheelbarrow. Maurice spread an old blanket on the ground among the fragrant wood chips. Their desire for each other had increased during their time together, as their lovemaking had grown more skillful. They’d learned to come together, or if one should come first, they might be so lost in each other at the moment that neither could quite tell who. Today, before that moment arrived, Maurice murmured, “I want you to enter me.”

Alec knew the longing Maurice now gave voice to, a desire at once sensual and mystical and at last impossible: to incorporate the other into himself. Despite their passion, they’d not yet tried penetration, held back by a fear of giving pain. “Won’t it hurt?” he said.

“I don’t care. George told me how. He gave me an ointment.” Maurice applied the salve and guided Alec from behind. At first he winced. “Wait!” Alec stopped. Then Maurice relaxed and said, “Yes, all right, now, go ahead, easy.” Alec slid inside and held still in the perfection of this intense new pleasure. Maurice turned his head to offer his mouth to kiss. Alec imitated with his tongue the thrust of his prick. Hardly moving, Alec came. When the spasms ebbed, then ceased, he withdrew. They held each other. Tears, not from sadness or pain, mixed with their sweat.

Alec said, “Now you inside me, just the same.”

“We don’t have to.”

“Please, Maurice, yeah, I want to.”

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