Irony
There were only two persons so far that had been able to lay words in his mouth and twisthis words so that they had a completely different meaning.
Perhaps it was the fact that he loved both men. Michael and Terence, Terence and Michael.
Yes, it bothered
him that he had paid Terence to sleep with him. It just wasn't who he
was. But he couldn't forget how good it had felt shagging
Terence.
And now there was Michael. The moment Michael had walked
back into his life something had awoken inside Anthony. Something he
had pushed away, kept hidden in the back of his mind.
It was the truth. He had loved Michael since they were together at Hogwarts. They had shared a dorm even.
Anthony remembered Michael as he was changing and thought nobody was looking. But Anthony looked. He couldn't help himself. Anthony still got the same reaction thinking back oif those instances as he had done on the moments it had actually happened. Still he got an erection when he thought back of those times.
Since Michael walked back into his life, he just wanted to do what he had always wanted to do. He wanted to kiss Michael, he wanted to touch Michael full of passion, he wanted to make love to him. But alas, Michael now hated to be touched. Michael had grown to love Terence.
The irony of it all struck Anthony, although he didn't quite understand it. The love of his life loving the first guy he ever slept with.
Anthony could cry from being so unhappy and feeling such an intense sense of loneliness. So that's exactly what he did, alone in his room, where nobody would disturb him.