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    Waterworld

    Late to the party posted new chapter in Unspoken

    When I’d suggested it as a potential date, he’d quirked an eyebrow at me, and asked me if I were serious. I quirked an eyebrow back, and nodded, then cocked my head to the right. Growing up mute, body language has always been of the utmost importance in my ability to communicate. Sometimes my little quirks of action were obvious to others, some had to be explained. It was second nature to me to cock my head to the side when I was questioning someone, as the signs for indicating a question d
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    Primo Bacio

    Late to the party posted new chapter in Unspoken

    I was shaken gently awake, though it was still quiet and dark, by Nicolo, who stage-whispered at me “Sveglia, Alex, dovresti vedere questo.” He helped me sit up and clamber up to my knees, and carefully pulled aside the curtain to the window above our headboard. It faced the backyard, and though still bleary eyed, I could see there was less light than there should have been, though the moon was full and bright. Through the small gap, we could see that there were two bodies lazily paddling a
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    The boy was quiet. It was almost eerie. Being mute myself, I never had to worry about noise when it was me communicating, especially since my whole family was fluent in ASL, and my friends learned it. My swimming and diving teams learned enough of it to communicate in most situations. The publisher I managed to score an interview with hired an interpreter before my interview when they realized they hadn’t had one on staff, just to interview me. I have been so very lucky in that regard, that
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    Anniversary

    Late to the party posted new chapter in Unspoken

    Dad and papà often didn’t celebrate their anniversary on or around their actual anniversary, due to their jobs regularly conflicting with scheduling, papà’s especially. This year they planned far in advance, though. It was a fine warm day this July 29, and we were having a grand festa, in the Bahamas, on Grand Bahama Island. I’m still having trouble believing that dad managed to find a pavilion this big to rent in Freeport, and that papà not only got away with scheduling their tenth anniver
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    “Dad?” I turned from where I was hand washing some dishes, to show that I was listening, and nodded to Bryce, who was finishing the last of his steak and potatoes. Nicolo was beside me, wiping crisco on the hot Griswold #8 that was the primary pan I used to cook. “You said that when you decided not to try that experimental treatment that there was shouting involved with Uncles A.” I nodded again without turning, knowing that he was talking about what I’d said before my little late-nigh
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    Arrival and ceremony, day of rest/board games, orphanages, Natale/caroling, cooking for staff and flight home… So 3 full days and 2 partial days. I felt anything longer would be a bit much for Bryce at that point.
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    The buzzing of my alarm woke me up, and I’m glad it did, because I wanted to be fully awake for dinner and caroling. Yawning and checking my phone, I saw it was just past 4:30. Just under an hour and a half before we had to leave to be at dinner. I had already shaved my scalp earlier, so a quick shower would only take like ten minutes. I had time. I pulled myself upright in bed, shoving pillows around so my bare skin wasn’t directly touching the wood headboard, and unlocked my phone to bri
  8. Late to the party
    Bryce’s birth family has had references made, but overall has been glossed over. That’s not to say they’re not central to at least part of the plot. 😉
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    “Felice natale, piccolo amore!” The voice woke me up, but it wasn’t loud enough to startle me awake. I blinked my eyes to see papà and dad leaning over me. “Che-che cosa?” I yawned, more comfortable with Italiano because of the last few days, and stretched my arms above my head, before shoving them back under the warm blanket. The air outside my bed seemed a bit chilly, and I was cosy right where I was. “È Natale, Bryce, svegliateli.” Papà said. I shook my head. “No papà, s
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    I LOVE my underwear. As a kid I only wore boxers and boxer briefs for like a week when I was 11. Hated them. Hate hate hated them. I’ve never understood the American proliferation of thinking children wearing anything other than briefs/boxer briefs/boxers to be a sexual thing. Like, the idea of jocks being okay for sports but if a kid wears one normally people are like OMFG THEY’RE BEING SEXUALIZED! 🙄 My dad taught me that thongs are like the best thing ever for cycling. Support and freedom of movement with no binding, slipping, or chafing, but find out a twelve year old is wearing a thong and same thing as above. Drives me nuts. /rant Mi dispiace
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    I lay in bed, tapping out short tweets about my time so far here in Firenze. The flight across the ocean. Meeting papà’s family at the airport. The little ceremony Bisnonno Giuseppe did. The palazzo. The day of board games. I made a tweet about going shopping too. I left out that we’d gone shopping for gifts for friends, though. I tweeted some pics of the new swimsuits I’d gotten, and of my new earring in the shape of a bee, and even some of the new underwear. I know I was little young for socia
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    The last two days here in Firenze have been so amazing. I mean it wasn’t really two days. We got in two nights ago, and had that big event that Bisnonno Giuseppe did, and had dinner. Yesterday Nonno Lorenzo told me that dad and papà had explained about our board game marathon last year, and most of la famiglia liked the idea so we spent the day lounging around in one of the large rooms, chatting, relaxing, and playing board games. Some in Italiano, some in English. No one was fully dressed
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    I woke to an… unusual sensation. We were in bed, and Nicolo had me tight against his chest, and we were laying on our left sides. His left arm underneath mine, crossed my own chest about nipple height, keeping me close. His other hand was rested on my stomach just below my navel. His sleepy breath soft on the back of my neck, his curly chest hair soft against my smooth back. None of this was unusual. My left leg was straight down, and my right was cocked up, that knee bent. His groin pressed rig
  15. Late to the party
    This is almost word for word the explanation my father gave me when I was young, too. I’m happy I could work it in here.
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    Ah grazie I’m happy that the jumpiness is working out. The inspiration for this came from a quote, which will be mentioned in another chapter.
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    Indeed! I like all the versions I’ve heard, I just prefer Wainright’s.
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    “Go away or I’ll call the brute squad!” ”I’m on the brute squad.” ”You ARE the brute squad!”
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    The soft rapid clicking of the wheel was the only sound for a few seconds, slowing as numbers and time passed, before coming to stop on the number 7. Bryce picked up the little blue car, and moved it seven spaces, looking at the space. It was a Payday space, so Nicolo counted bills from the bank and handed them over. It was then his turn to go. His car was also blue. I chose a pink one just for giggles. Up to this point only Nicolo had gotten married, only Bryce had a decent career, and I
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    A shuddering but silent moan escaped me, as Nicolo’s hands roamed my back, lightly and firmly, gentle and rough, pressing, probing, oiled and slick, pressing here and pressing there, before smoothing from neck to the dimples above my buttocks. His hands were fucking magic, and I could feel my erection straining against my swimsuit, pressing against the towel covered pool lounge that was laid flat for this orgasmic massage he was giving me. It was sorely fucking needed. My back was knotted t
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    It was a beautiful morning when I yawned myself awake, the morning light peeking through the curtains above our bed as birds chirped the new day through the cracked window. I extricated myself from my Nicolo’s loose grip, fighting off his sleepy attempts to keep me close, sitting up and rubbing at my bleary eyes, trying to read the clock. Looked like it was a quarter to six. I had planned to set the alarm clock, but after shucking my shorts last night, wanting to sleep nude for once, Nicolo
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    Bryce nursed the glass of port in his hands, still looking down, before finally lifting his head to look at us as we placed our own glasses aside. “Proporrò.” Nicolo fainted. We were sitting on the couch sipping at port, as Bryce dropped his bombshell from the love seat. He had said he wanted to visit the weekend, without his dolce. It was unusual for him to visit alone, considering they both went to Juilliard, and thus had travel planning easy. But Bryce had insisted he co
  23. Late to the party
    Thank you for the kind words, and I’m sorry I missed this comment. I’d heard about situations like this before too, and it boggles my mind that people are so damn self-centered in this sort of situation too. My situation was similar to yours, nobody was an asshole about it. The world has changed in so many ways and often not for the better. People just don’t want to exercise critical thinking. We do what we can.
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    The process itself took over a year. Applications, phone and video calls, office meetings, home inspections, public meetings, unannounced home visits, more office meetings, more phone and video calls. I understand. I really do; you don’t want to take a child that has been failed by their parents and place them with someone else who will fail them. The hypocrisy didn’t escape me though. Nicolo and I had discussed fostering and adopting before, and we’d come to the conclusion that we didn’t t
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    Hmmmmm I have four chapters in rough draft that I’m working on, but I’m not sure which to post first! One is in the past, three are in the future and while I wasn’t planning on getting there yet they do have some spoilers. Going into fall and winter I’ll actually have more time to write so there shouldn’t be so much gap between updates. *fingers crossed*
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