Page 163 of Reinventing Cato
“It isn’t and maybe he won’t get away with it. Mentally, he never will.”
“Your parents were better about it than I could have been.”
“They’ve always been stoic. At least they have the truth. I do believe that what Hendry said was true.” He sighed. “No more on that. How’s work?”
“Good. Exciting.”
“Not regretting staying in astrophysics?”
“I wish we were together.”
“Me too, but you’re still happy with what you’re doing?”
“Yes. I’m still enjoying staring into deep space looking for a needle in the biggest, darkest haystack ever.”
Vigge reached out and squeezed his fingers. “Did you ever want to be an astronaut?”
“When I was a kid, but the requirements are onerous. Not sure I’d pass the ability to swim without stopping, and to swim and tread water clothed in flight gear. Plus, astronauts have to be SCUBA-qualified to prepare for spacewalk training and I don’t like the idea of that, not with my fear of sharks.”
“You don’t like sharks? Not even great white sharks who fancy cute seals. But not to eat?”
“No, not even then. Does anyone?”
“I don’t mind them.”
“Only until you’ve had your leg bitten off.”
Vigge chuckled.
“I’m not sure I’d cope with the isolation of being in space. I don’t need to be around people, but I’d miss them if they weren’t there. And to be stuck in one smallish space for months? Nope, I’m happy to keep my feet on the Earth.”
“I feel the same.”
When Vigge had had enough of the sun, they went back inside. The door of the room had barely closed before Vigge was on him. Trunks were yanked down and left by the door as Cato was propelled to the bed and pushed down. Condom and lube landed beside Cato’s head, then Vigge buried his face against the middle of Cato’s back, dragging his hands down the sides of his body. Cato wriggled free and turned to kiss him. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they kissed and kissed, their cocks rubbing together.
“I want you,” Vigge gasped.
“Thank God for that. I was worrying you’d gone off me.”
Vigge laughed. “I spent the whole way over here thinking about this moment.”
“When you weren’t asleep.”
“Even when I was asleep.” Vigge smiled. “Fuck me first.”
Cato hadn’t expected that.
“Don’t look shocked.”
Vigge turned onto his face, came up on all fours and spread his legs. Cato clutched the base of his cock and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to his eyes, but his desperation reduced a notch. He got lube everywherebuthis fingers. “Sorry.” And had to wipe them over the mess on Vigge’s back to get them slick enough. “Sorry.”
“Enough sorries.” Vigge groaned as Cato slid a finger in and out of his body.
“I’ve been imagining this for months,” Vigge whispered, and turned his head to look at him.
“Me squirting lube all over your arse and back?”
“And you didn’t disappoint.”
