Their visits to each other were polite but cold, each careful not to break the porcelain of their relationship.Andreas sometimes lay awake at night wondering if he’d failed the boy somehow. Gay sex The life he’d built—this perfect, fortified dream—was beginning to feel more like a museum of himself.He still swam every morning, still barked orders to his staff with the clipped authority of a captain used to being obeyed. He wasn’t following a man into a room. Dionysos in informal moments. He remained in a white linen chair, shaded by the awning, a tall glass of something cold and citrusy sweating beside him. That’s not the point.”“Then what is?”“To be fully yourself,” Andreas said. “Then I guess I don’t know what’s real either.”They sat in the silence for a beat too long. He kept his eyes forward, pretending to focus on the trickle of water making its way along a groove in the tile. Distance. Tony’s body moved through the water with a fluidity he didn’t know he had, and he let the silence wash over him. He remained in a white linen chair, shaded by the awning, a tall glass of something cold and citrusy sweating beside him.
